Last Sunday, I took a bike ride with my mom, brother and sister-in-law along the Snoqualmie Valley Trail. Quite a lovely day, despite the grey sky. We biked from the Nick Loutis Park in Carnation to the Snoqualmie Falls Brewery in Snoqualmie. The trail is an old railroad bed, which offers a nice easy climb up the valley. Smiles all around.
My mom and I took a nice walk on Saturday morning up to Twin Falls. My parents house is just a couple miles from this trail head, and in high school I can remember going on training runs from my house, up this trail and back during soccer and lacrosse season. This weekend, though, it was just a nice walk with my mom. I’ve become accustomed to urban parks and trails in and around Oakland, so its nice to be reminded of what a walk in the woods feels like. Whether I live in the city or a small town, it’s become very clear to me that I need to have easy access to trails. They keep me calm, balanced, and happy. I’m lucky to have grown up in a place where I learned this from an early age. Nothing about this hike is really strenuous, just a nice easy climb; I think about 2.5 miles round trip, but its just so rewarding to get outside.
On my way into the Seattle NWF office today, I had to stop for a few minutes and watch a herd of elk chomping on their breakfast. Momma was too busy cleaning up her little one to care about the car driving by. There were about 30 elk along the road, but these two were the most photogenic. Just a normal winter morning out on the Edgewick; my parents really do live in paradise (aka North Bend, WA).
There’s nothing better than a day of skiing with your mom on the mountain that you learned to ski on….. I got to hang out with my parents, Chrissy and Elisa Eng on Saturday night and then wake up to 6 inches of new snow on Sunday. Life is good.
Sorry there aren’t any more action shots, I was too busy having fun.
On Monday morning, February 20, I woke up early in the Hikers Hut. We had planned to ride 20 miles on our last day, starting with cruising the fire roads down the mountain and then climbing back up and over one last pass, rolling back to the Menlo Park Caltrain station to ride home. I was a little sore from the two days of riding behind us, but looking forward to another sunny day on the road. We took it slow that morning too, eating breakfast, drinking coffee and reminiscing about the epic game of jenga we had played the night before. Aside from one flat tire, the trip was a smooth as you could hope for.
Sunday morning on President’s day weekend, I woke up at Pie Ranch, climbed out of my tent and discovered goats just yards away chomping on their breakfast. We took it slow getting out of camp, taking time to make coffee, eat breakfast, walk around the farm a bit and visit the goats and chickens. Ginger and Brooke rode the whole 43 miles back to the train that day, but Carrie had discovered a gem of a destination for George, Carrie and I to make our way to. 23 miles took us through farmland along the coast, a stop in Pescadero for another lunch, and then back up to the Santa Cruz Mountains to stay at a Hikers Hut that the Sierra Club runs in Sam McDonald County Park.
I took a three day bike trip with my good friends Carrie Harvilla and George Chan over Presidents Day Weekend. Totally amazing. The plan – Saturday morning take BART and CalTrain to Menlo Park, ride 42 miles, climbing over the Santa Cruz Mountains en route to Pie Ranch just south of Pescadero, go to a barn dance for the night, camp out on the ranch, and then the next morning ride 23 miles back up to the Santa Cruz Mountains to stay at a Hikers Hut that the Sierra Club runs in Sam McDonald County Park. Monday morning, ride 20 miles, starting with cruising the fire roads down the mountain and then climbing back up and over one last pass, rolling back to the Menlo Park Caltrain station to ride home.
Sometimes a plan is just a plan, but man, did this one work out. As George kept saying throughout the weekend, “Great programming, Carrie, great programming!”
While the barn dance was a blast, I sadly don’t have any pictures to share. All I can say is even if you think you’re too hip to go square dancing, what you may not know is that it’s actually the hip thing to do these days. Pie Ranch is guaranteed to be a good time!
Stay tuned for more pictures and tales of the rest of this adventure…. Fire roads, redwoods and jenga to come.