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The Parkins Report: Events of 2018

We set the tone for 2018 with a bike ride on January 1. Judy made a resolution for us to ride every month in 2018, which we are happy to report that we have kept. This year, Judy rode over 640 miles (1043 km), and Larye rode over 750 miles (1221 km).

“Wait,” you say, “don’t you guys ride a tandem?” Yes, we do, but Larye decided he wanted to try for a birthday ride this year, in honor of his 75th. Judy says she’s not old enough to ride that far, so Larye had to train for a solo ride. In the end, time just caught up with us, so Larye compromised with a 75 kilometer ride.
Larye’s solo rides,  3 on the old Specialized commuter, and ending with a 76 km (47-mile) Idaho loop on the “Lean Green Machine,” the Bike Friday in single-bike mode.

In order to satisfy our goal, we took the bike with us in the van on our Southwest tour in February, riding in Albuquerque, Yuma, Seal Beach, and Huntington Beach. We offset the fuel bill for the van with a few nights camping along the way and staying with relatives. The budget cutting plan was lost when our van, with the bike inside, was impounded in Anaheim because the parking permit got covered up on the dash. After retrieving the vehicles for a fee equal to our fuel bill to get home, we dispelled our rage by riding down one of the concrete-lined river channels in the L.A. basin. We quickly realized we didn’t have any problems, as we passed many homeless camps along the way.

Our van travels took us across what we have called the Southern Exclusion Zone in New Mexico, Arizona, and California. We got mistaken for coyotes when our bike, with helmets hanging from the handlebars, looked to the border patrol like a van full of illegal immigrants. We passed a total of five border patrol checkpoints in our travels, at three of which we had to show papers to remain in the United States, though we never left the country at the other points.*

The primary reason for our winter travels, of course, was to visit relatives, which we did. But, as our family grows and scatters, it wasn’t possible to schedule time for all, because of their work and travel schedules. We did get to meet the newer members, though.

Since we planned to stay near home most of the rest of the year, we broke tradition and signed up for several organized bike rides: the “Your Canyon For A Day” ride through the Yakima River Canyon to benefit Crimestoppers, which was great fun; the “Tour de Mason Lake” in Shelton, benefiting the Karen Hilburn Cancer Fund (about which, more later); and, “Ride the Willapa,” an overnight ride to benefit trail improvements on the Willapa Hills Trail, a 60-mile-long state park, mostly gravel trail between Chehalis and Raymond.

Although we thought about riding the 50-km circuit on the TdML this year, we again opted for the 35-km, fortunately turning around at the break stop, as the frame broke on our Bike Friday tandem on the way back, 10 km from the finish line. We were scheduled to head for Montana the next day, so, after hitching a ride to retrieve our van, we swapped bikes at home, once again taking our ancient but reliable Santana.

Although the Bike Friday eventually got repaired, Judy decided it had run its course, and we rode the now 32-year-old Santana the rest of the year.  Larye later converted the repaired Bike Friday to single-bike mode.

A snapshot of the last rides of the Mean Green Machine (as a tandem).  January-June 2018

We had intended to use the Santana for the Ride the Willapa gravel ride, anyway, having made a practice run earlier in the year on the Friday, realizing it still wasn’t very good on gravel. And, since it was a supported tour, we ended up camping in our tent for the overnight.

Arriving late at the campground, we got a site with a slight slope, having to periodically crawl back up from the bottom of the sleeping bag a few times during the night. And, of course, abandon vegetarianism for the day, as rural Washington doesn’t serve our kind, either in town or in camp. The cover picture was taken when we stopped for ice cream at the Doty, WA General Store a few miles from camp.

In July, we made an impromptu tour of the Olympic Peninsula while the city repaved our street . We camped four nights and rode near camp three days. We were pleased to find that seniors pay only $10 to camp in national park campgrounds.

As usual during the prime touring season, we hosted bicycle tourists from early spring through late summer. Guests came from Brazil, the U.K, Germany, New Zealand, and Spain as well as around the U.S., and in a range of ages from early 20s to mid-70s.

On a quick trip to Montana in June, we attended a national aviation fly-in, visited friends and relatives, and rode our bike. We made a quick no-bike trip to Idaho to attend a wine festival with relatives. Another Idaho trip in September gave Larye a chance to ride his 75-km metric-age while Judy and friend Char went thrift shopping.

After two years of living with our fold-up sleeping platform in the van, we remodeled with a telescoping design with foam cushions that transformed into a sofa for more comfortable camp seating than sitting in the front seats. We also insulated and covered the rear side windows to cut down on drafts from the windows and keep the bike from hitting the glass.

Our bike rides continued into the fall, with an excursion to the San Juan Islands. We decided the hills on Orcas were too steep to ride, so we hiked mountain trails instead. On the way home, we camped overnight on Lopez to ride the flattest routes in the archipelago, We topped off the season with chilly short rides in Shelton and on the trails in Olympia, where we started the year.

The second half of the year, we rode our old Santana tandem.

Reflections

So it goes. Obviously, we remain reasonably healthy for old folks entering their fourth quarter-century. We attend yoga sessions when we can, and Larye even led a couple of sessions this spring when all the other regular leaders were out of town. Our bicycle excursions tend to be a little shorter than in days gone by, and our daily driving distances likewise get shorter.

We missed a lot of weaving guild meetings this year, but are still active and plan to do more fiber projects in the coming year. Judy sold a number of items at the fall show and sale.

We’re encouraging relatives to visit us next: Matt and Darice did visit from Wisconsin, (Matt twice, briefly). We have a couple of ambitious road trips planned for 2019 that don’t pass by too many relatives, so that will be the only way we will see many this year. We have also made contact with long-lost cousins in the last few years, on Judy’s side of the family, and went on a camping trip with some over Memorial Day, and have others on our list for 2019.

We enjoy visiting with and entertaining bicycle tourists, but too many in one week does tire us, and, though we count the hosting cost as entertainment expense, it does add up. Prices keep going up, but social security payments remain pegged to the price of cat food, so we realize we have to keep cutting corners somewhere as our retirement savings dwindle.

We lost a cousin this year, too young, and some friends, one tragically, one unexpectedly, so we plan ahead but realistically live one day at a time. The goal is to get very, very old, very, very slowly, or, as the late George H. W. Bush used to say, “… to die young as late as possible.”

We wish all a happy holiday season and joy in the year ahead.

Judy & Larye

* Little-known fact (except for those who live there): ICE patrols cover a 160-km zone within the borders of the U.S., with right of search and seizure of suspected undocumented persons. There are 33 permanent checkpoints, most on the southern land border, but also some on the northern border, primarily in the east.

Warm Showers 2018

A typical morning scene: a round of photos and sendoff for our guests (Emilie and Sheena), as seen from our webcam.

2018 was a typical year for our Warm Showers activities.  We hosted 29 bicycle tourists this year, turned down a half-dozen or so that passed through when we were out traveling or bicycling ourselves, and a few who made inquiries but ended up bypassing us  due to routing or scheduling.

Our first guest of the season, Luci, had traveled two years from Brazil, intending to tour Canada as well.  However, she ran into a stumbling block when Canada refused to issue her a visa.  With her US visa expiring, she retreated to Mexico and is still planning to continue when and if she can get permission to enter Canada.  Meanwhile, she has seen much of the U.S., thanks to the many friends she has made in her journey.

Our next guest, Liz, a British free-lance journalist, had traveled from the U.K. via Europe and Asia, continuing her trip down the U.S. coast to Central America before returning home to the U.K.

Sheena, from Maryland, and Emilie, from New Jersey, had met on a Bike ‘n Build crew a few years ago and decided to tour together down the Pacific Coast.  The discovered, to their surprise, while looking through our guest gallery, that two others of their crew had stayed with us when they continued touring after the group had reached Seattle.  We narrowly averted a disaster when Emilie slipped on the top stair and took a bumpy ride down to the living room, fortunately unhurt.

Tom and Becci, originally from the UK, but living in British Columbia lately, passed through in early June on a tour of the Pacific Coast.

Frank, from Germany, convinced his Swiss employer that an English immersion experience would help him with his new assignment as sales rep to English-speaking countries, choosing a bicycle tour down the West Coast as the best way to do that.

Charlie and Becci, both veterinary surgeons from the UK, took an interesting approach to touring, ordering new bicycles delivered to the U.S., then riding them from Vancouver to San Ysidro, California, where they sold the bikes and continued their tour by public transit to Mexico and Cuba, where they had very interesting (and amusingly related) adventures and volunteered their skills at veterinary clinics (albeit clandestine ones in Cuba, where small-animal practices are not licensed).

Ramon, a teacher from San Diego, and Peter, a pediatric oncologist from Indiana, arrived separately and went their separate paths the next day, though both headed south.

Daniel and Claudia, from Germany, had pedaled across Europe and Asia, then north through the U.S. and Canadian Rockies before heading back south along the coastal and Sierra Cascades routes.  When back at home, Daniel is a neurologist and Claudia is a political science graduate student.

Jennie and Daniel, aspiring actors from the East Coast, started their Transamerica tour in Arlington, WA, headed down the coast to the western terminus at Newport, Oregon to begin heading east to New York.

Tom and Amanda, from Alaska, were “drop-ins,” contacting us by phone late in the day after realizing they weren’t going to make it to their intended stop.  We usually prepare a meal for expected guests, but Tom and Amanda arrived late, so cooked their own.  We still got in a good visit.  Tom has had several pieces published in Adventure Cyclist, the membership magazine of Adventure Cycling.  They were on a tour around the Olympic Peninsula starting from Seattle.  We had just completed a car-bike camping tour around the same route, in the opposite direction, so gave them some tips, and got good feedback from their experience.

Yanouk, from Montreal, had ridden across Canada with a friend from the Gaspe Peninsula to Vancouver, then solo to Vancouver Island and around the Olympic Peninsula before returning home to continue his university studies.

Bill and Dave, Christian pastors from Oregon, on a short tour together in the Pacific Northwest.

Neeka and Kegan, from New Zealand.  Kegan has an outdoor job, so they devised an ingenious plan to spend  a couple New Zealand winters in Canadian summer to combine work and touring, intending to ride to San Francisco before flying home to New Zealand in time for spring building season.  Unfortunately, one of their excursions over the summer took them to Port Angeles, where the clock started on their U.S. visa.  After I asked them about the timing, they checked their visa and discovered they had mere hours to get back to Canada by bus and train before it expired.  Hopefully, they will be able to return to explore the U.S. next year.

Chris, from Colorado, made a fast tour of the Pacific Coast on her recumbent, by virtue of being a very early riser, getting on the road well before sunrise.

Alain, from Montreal, arrived the same day Chris did, but from a different route, delayed slightly by knee issues.

Carlton, from Michigan, and his friend Rachel, fellow travelers who met on a group tour several years ago, had traveled with a group of other cyclists from that first group down the Canadian Rockies, splitting off to ride the Washington Parks Loop on their own, arriving from Yakima via Mount Rainier and Elma on their way to Seattle.

Connie, from Colorado, and  Isabella, from Oregon, who met on a supported bike tour of Puerto Rico years ago, decided to tour the Olympic Peninsula Segment of the Washington Parks Loop route, with a side trip to the San Juan Islands.  The biggest problem they had in planning was where to leave their car, as the loop brings them back to the starting point.  We don’t have room to park extra cars, so they ended up starting their tour in Montesano, 60 km west of us.  Connie’s Bike Friday New World Tourist is the first BF in our garage besides our own “Q” tandem.

David, from Spain, toured across Canada from Montreal and was headed down the Pacific Coast on his first North American tour.  He was quite the celebrity on the Warm Showers network, as he was the first Spanish tourist most of us had hosted. I ended up picking him up near the airport north of town, to spare him the hill climb to our house and the rush-hour traffic through town, made worse by the extensive road and utility repairs that have made navigation across town interesting this summer and fall.

So, another season under wraps.  We had a few requests in October, as we usually do, but weren’t home, so no guests in October.  2018 brings our total number of guests hosted since we joined Warm Showers in 2011 to 216.  This year brought us guests from two new countries, Brazil and Spain, and cyclists from a variety of professions, as usual, including journalists, physicians, teachers, religious leaders, students, and retirees.  Yes, our food, water, and electric bills go up a bit during “the season,” but we do enjoy sharing our mutual passion with these world travelers.  With some, our contact is brief, but others we keep in contact with for years, passively through their blogs, or actively on social media.  One of last year’s guests is nearing her goal, the southern tip of South America, currently entranced with the scenery and people of Chile.  An early guest from 2011, now 76, continues to tour around the world, sharing his photos and stories in his blog and on Flickr.

The Curmudgeon Abides

This month marks four years since I finally stopped renewing consulting contracts, which made me officially retired.  Since then, I have continued to maintain my pro bono client lists, and took some time to learn enough Python coding to put up a custom webcam at home, but have let my professional organization memberships lapse and do less coding than ever.  I have continued to create bad videos of our too-infrequent bicycle rides, but the technical skills are gradually eroding without some stimulus to keep up.

Recently, that stimulus came with signing up for the Quora social media site, in which participants can ask questions about random subjects, which get directed to members who have listed some level of expertise in those particular subjects.  So, I get asked questions about software engineering, Linux, operating systems in general, and other related fields which are fading from memory, forcing me to do a bit of research to verify facts I think I know for sure, but which invariably turn out to be not true [or at least, any more].

As a result, my rambling and sometimes oblique discourses on things about which I know very little, but about which I have strong opinions yet, get thrust upon the world, or at least the segment of the Quora community interested in such things.  Some questions are inane, badly formed, or prompt me to ask myself, “People do that now?”  At any rate, a lot of questions get multiple answers, and the answers are ranked by how many members (which may or may not include the original member who posed the question) “upvote” a particular answer.  Quora tends to encourage continued participation by announcing who has upvoted your answer, but that is tempered by statistics showing how many people have seen your answer.  Which, if you weigh that against the paucity of upvotes, means most users glanced at it and moved on.  At least I haven’t seen any “downvotes,” yet.

The social engineering model is fueled by advertising: if users bother to read your post past the opening paragraph, they are greeted by an advertisement before getting to see the rest of the response.  So, Quora has a vested interest in getting lots of responses to questions, and generating lots of questions to be answered.  A large percentage of the questions I get fed are apparently generated by an AI algorithm rather than a real person.  The majority of questions submitted by real people are ones that come from those interested in how to advance in the field, or aspiring programmers curious about pay scales.  Students wonder about the downside of struggling to become a code monkey: how to advance without a formal education or survive in the industry long enough to pay off student loans.  Some, I assume, are looking for answers to class problems without doing their own research.

There are the usual Linux versus Windows arguments, and some loaded questions, possibly posed by ringers to justify promoting a point of view.  A number of the respondents to questions have impressive résumés, and are much better qualified to answer the questions authoritatively than I or many of the others that offer what are clearly biased opinions not grounded in fact.  Many of the questions appear to come from practitioners and aspirants who are in the global marketplace, not many with down-home American monikers like Joe and Charlie, which leads me to fear that the U.S. heartland just isn’t growing a lot of technologists these days, but have relinquished progress to ambitious immigrants and the growing tech sector in the developing world.

So it goes.  Besides keeping my personal technical knowledge base current, and maybe passing on some historical lore to the new generation of coders and admins, I’m preserving a tenuous connection with the community, albeit virtual rather than face-to-face.  However, after a long career of being either the lone “factory rep” at a customer site or the lone Unix guy at a Windows shop, dependent on USENET or other on-line forums for community, it isn’t much different.  It’s as close as I can get to being part of a “Senior Net,” offering advice and guidance as a community service.  And, I get to learn new things, or at least remember the old ones better.

 

 

Raising Software: A Tale of Unruly Tools

One of my retirement hobbies has been shooting and editing videos, mostly of our bicycle adventures.  When I was young, back in the middle of the 20th century, one of my uncles had a movie camera and projector, and I learned to splice broken film and edit clips together with razor blades and transparent tape.  He moved away and I grew up, and the skill was filed away as just another data point in How The World Works.

Fast forward to the second decade of the 21st century, when I decided to strap a cheap digital camera to the handlebars of the bicycle.  Digital editing requires software, a much less messy and more forgiving (i.e., non-destructive to the original “film”) process.  Since we use Linux exclusively as our computing platform of choice, there were a number of choices for Open Source video editing projects, mostly attempts to clone commercial video editing software for Windows and Apple.

I looked at Cinelerra and Kdenlive, which are fairly complex tools with a steep learning curve, but settle on OpenShot, a simpler tool with a lot of attractive features and a cleaner, no frills user interface.  Openshot 1 was essentially a one-man project, a user interface written in Python with the Tk graphical toolkit, built on the Unix principle of lots of little programs working together, using the multimedia command-line editor ffmpeg and associated libraries, the Inkscape vector graphics editor, and the Blender animation tools and libraries.

Openshot 1.4.3

OpenShot made it possible to load up a project with multiple clips, arrange them on a timeline, trim the ends or snip out shorter clips, and add titles and audio tracks, like voice-over and musical scores, in multiple overlaid tracks, and turn video and audio on and off by track and clip.   For several years, this worked fine.  However, success is not always a good thing, and Openshot suffered from it.  Not in the usual riches-to-rags story of an entrepreneur or rock star who descends into excess and loses his way, but in the attempt to seek wider appeal.

OpenShot was originally a purely Linux product, as mentioned.  To port the project to Windows, it was necessary, for a project with limited manpower resources, to keep a common code base.  Openshot attempts to keep a smoothly flowing user interface through parallel processing, using OpenMP.  The Windows philosophy is based on a single-user, single-task model rather than the multi-user, multi-tasking model of Unix.  When Windows evolved into a multi-tasking system, it used the pre-emptive model, which is relatively inefficient for the pipelined processing flow in the Unix cooperative model.  So, Windows applications tend to be monolithic, with all resources loaded in one huge process.  Parallel processing in Windows monolithic applications is accomplished largely through threads, rather the inter-process communication protocols.  I’ve programmed with threads in Linux, which tends to be tricky at best, and takes a thorough knowledge of parallel processing and memory management to do successfully.

The move to Windows-compatible architecture necessitated rewriting a lot of the Unix-specific standard library code in C++, which introduces the danger of memory-management issues. Openshot began to get buggy, with newer versions crashing often.  The developers claim it is the fault of unstable system libraries, but I’m not buying that explanation.  Since the user interface was also getting a major overhaul, work on version 2 meant that no more bug fixes were forthcoming for the now-crippled version 1.4.3.  Alas, initial releases of Version 2, with the back end still largely 1.4 code base, was also prone to crashing as well as presenting an unfamiliar user experience.

Openshot 2.4.1

So, we stayed with version 1.4.3 for a while longer, with short auto-save intervals.  Finally, with crashes and deadlocks rampant, we just had to try version 2 again.  Yes, the crashes had been largely fixed, but the new version was a monolithic package wrapped in a “launcher,”  (AppImage), apparently a type of container tool including all of the library dependencies, which rapidly ate up all available memory and much of the swap space, becoming so slow as to be indistinguishable from deadlock. Memory leaks come to mind when seeing this type of behavior.  On top of that, some of our favorite tools for controlling video blanking and audio muting by track were missing, to be restored by popular demand in a future revision.   Back to 1.4.3 .

Kdenlive

The other alternative, kdenlive, based on the Konquerer Desktop Environment (kde, not native to Ubuntu, thus necessitating loading the complete KDE library support suite), is yet another learning curve, with many editing feature differences and rendering options.  We did use this for one video, as the internal de-shaking algorithm is a bit more efficient than reprocessing the clips with command-line utilities, and we had a bad experience with a new camera mount that was sensitive to shaking.  Kdenlive also crashes from time to time, lending some credence to the Openshot claim that the system libraries are at fault.

But, I continue on, putting up with slow response, freezes, and crashes, because I’m familiar with the features I like, and it produces acceptable videos.   I may spend some time to learn kdenlive, but, hopefully, Openshot 2 will improve over time.  The other alternative is to try to build a native Ubuntu version from source, which is a daunting task, since most open source software has a very specific support software version dependencies.   Despite the woes with Openshot’s growing pains, it is still faster than writing command-line scripts to use the Linux multi-media-processing utilities ffmpeg or avconv to trim and assemble video clips and sound files.  I use those command-line tools to assemble time-lapse videos from my home-built security camera system, but that is much simpler.

Road Trip 2018: California

Mount Shasta – photo by Judy

We arrived at Judy’s brother-in-law’s condo in Anaheim at midday, and settled in for a week of visiting.  Since Judy’s sister passed away in 2011, we try to get to Anaheim in the winter to check on Ben, who is in his 90s.  They moved to Garden Grove from the Pacific Northwest more than 50 years ago, when it was becoming less strawberry fields and more suburban sprawl.  They later moved to Anaheim hills and, when their children, our nieces and nephews, grew up, moved into the condo in Anaheim, where Ben still lives.  One of our nephews lives across the courtyard in the same condo complex, and the other lives in Montana in the summer home they built 35 years ago, and where Ben still spends summers.

We had decided to travel in our bicycle carrier this year, which only has two seats, because we thought Ben had a car we could use to take him places during our visit.  We were a bit disappointed to find the vehicle was not running, and our nephew apparently not interested in getting it running, as he disapproved of his 92-year-old father driving in the city (as do we, if truth be told–we don’t even like driving in heavy traffic anymore, ourselves).  Ben does have friends that pick him up for his bowling league days, and his daughter-in-law sometimes takes him to his medical appointments, so it wasn’t a problem for the first few days: I did take him to an appointment once, in the truck, and we took advantage of his bowling days to go bike riding.

Except, when we suited up in our bicycling kits and went out to go riding, we discovered our truck, with the bicycle inside, was missing.  We quickly discovered that, though we had a parking permit in the car, I had failed to hang it back on the mirror after an outing, and the condo complex towing service had confiscated our vehicles.  We got our nephew to pick us up on his lunch break and take us to the impound yard in Orange, where we ransomed the rig for $265 US, approximately equal to our fuel budget to get home.  We did drive to our planned riding venue, on the opposite side of the city, and managed to burn off our frustration and anger in a 28-km dash down one of the concrete-lined waterways that drain the Los Angeles basin, most of which have bike paths on the tops, with ramps under the cross-street bridges.  As with most, the Coyote Creek drainage had a peppering of homeless camps under the bridges, but not as many as some of the areas.  The creek joins the San Gabriel River and follows it to the sea at Seal Beach.

Cerritos-SealBeach from Larye Parkins on Vimeo.

The next bowling day, we drove south to Huntington Beach and rode the bike trail along the beach, for a 25-km flat run.  Since the beach is obviously multi-use, with many pedestrians and rental bikes, there is a speed limit of 25 km/hr (which we easily exceeded with a slight tail wind), dropping to 8 km/hr when pedestrians are present, which is, on our long tandem, close to “stall speed,” and actually less safe.  We managed to avoid serious conflicts and, since it was still winter, with low traffic, the beach police were not in evidence and we didn’t get any speeding tickets.  The return run was against the wind, so keeping under the speed limit was not a problem, though the afternoon had warmed enough so the pier area was a bit more crowded with strollers, walkers, and rental bikes and quads, prompting some fancy maneuvering in lieu of slowing to tip-over speeds.   We had put on such a long face when we arrived at the state park parking lot and were told the entry fee was$15 US that, upon inquiry as to whether there was a discount for elderly cyclists who only wanted to take a short ride on the beach, the ranger waived the fee altogether (possibly because he did not offer us the senior rate in the first place).

Huntington Beach from Larye Parkins on Vimeo.

Frustrated in our plan to take Ben on outings, we took a risk and used the sleeping platform as a rear seat, sans seat belts, and went to a few of the local malls in search of lunch out, returning without incident. However, by the end of the day, I was feeling a bit out of sorts. Not long after we had arrived, I decided to consult one of the local walk-in clinics about my back issues, having pulled a muscle manhandling the bike when we stopped to ride in Yuma the week before. This seemed reasonable, since our health provider in Washington was now part of the California conglomerate. Except, it wasn’t. I had to get a separate account number, etc. After filling out the paperwork, we grabbed a couple of face masks and sat in the busy waiting room.

 

Living Dangerously, in the Kaiser Permanente clinic in Orange, CA. Photo by Judy

Of course, the back problems subsided, so there was no groaning or grimacing when I was examined, and range of motion tests were not at all convincing, since I have practiced yoga regularly for the past eight years and have a better range than I did when I was 20. I left with the advice to simply increase the dosage of the anti-inflammatory I take for my computer-usage-induced arthritic hands for a couple of weeks, which was fine. But, despite having worn face masks in the waiting room, I somehow contracted “what’s going around,” upper respiratory crud. We had planned to depart on Sunday anyway, and explore parts of California we hadn’t been to, like Death Valley, and spend a few more days getting home, but, after spending most of Saturday sleeping, we decided to head directly home, rather than camping and visiting more relatives and friends on the way.

Oroville Dam, nearing completion of the repairs from the spillway failures of 2017.

We stayed overnight in Sacramento, at the same motel we stopped at on our way south last year, east of the city, so we took secondary roads north rather than drive back through the city in Monday rush hour. This put us close to the Oroville Dam, famous for the spillway failure during last year’s heavy rains, so we took a side trip to the visitor center, the dam overlook areas themselves still closed during the repairs. This was a delightful surprise, as the center features a history and display of the native people as well as of white settlement and the construction and failure of the dam.

We continued north, reversing our route of last year, staying at the same motel in Medford, Oregon, then stopping at Green Gear Cycles in Eugene, where our Bike Friday tandem was built, to check out their new E-bike conversion program.  We could convert ours for a reasonable cost, which supposedly would make it possible for us to ride farther and up steeper hills again, but the cost might not be reasonable for this fiscal year: we’re still recovering from last year’s expenses.  So, we left with some ideas of whether we wanted to do that and when, and, in keeping with our proclivity to avoid freeways, took old 99(W) to McMinnville and then to Hillsboro and down to the Columbia.  By this time, I had overextended my feverish condition, so Judy took over at Scapoose and drove the rest of the way home.  Since we had not planned to be home quite so soon, it wasn’t too much of an effort to hunker down and stay home until the virus passed.  Fortunately, Judy did not contract it.

The Longview-Rainier bridge, spanning the Columbia River between Oregon and Washington. Hard to imagine now that we once rode our old tandem across this bridge, in 1987.

All in all, our expedition this winter was not as satisfying as it could have been.  We encountered the usual run of bad weather, so unpredictable in winter, so our lodging costs were higher than we had planned.  It simply wasn’t a good time to visit.  We missed seeing three of the great-grandchildren because they were either working or visiting other grandparents.  Several families were going through difficult relationship issues, so our presence was an unnecessary complication rather than a joyful family reunion.  The weather became a factor that reduced the number of bike rides we took, so taking the camper van and bike with the low fuel efficiency combined with staying mostly in motels anyway meant the rides were expensive.  We’ve always bristled at the permanent checkpoints scattered across the southern regions of the country, well within the borders, and this trip, we encountered most of them.  Illness while traveling is never fun, and it changes plans.  We’re trying to fill our our bucket list, so there aren’t that many opportunities to put missed targets back on the list for another year.    Staying with Ben at his “winter home,” we had no Internet access, even through our phones, as there was no WiFi and poor cell signal.  One day, we went to the Anaheim Public Library, but the access there was disappointingly slow.

On the bright side, we got to see our new great-great-granddaughter and meet our great-grandson’s new family (even though he was not available, being at work).   We did have four bike rides, adding more than 100 km to our total for the year and keeping us ready to ride more as the weather improves at home.  Our van ran smoothly, justifying the expense last year to get it “expedition ready,” as it survived a second long trip without incident, though we have since had to replace the radiator and hoses during routine maintenance, another expensive repair to ensure continued reliability.