Owasippe

I couldn't believe when I looked at my Strava calendar that it had been several, you read that right, SEVERAL weeks since I had ridden at Owasippe. Oops! 

So on Friday evening my parents watched the kids and I, after work, after getting groceries and being locked out of the house, followed by an hour of sitting in the camper eating microwave popcorn and watching Pirates of the Caribbean, followed by Chad rescuing me and unlocking the house, went to Owasippe. 

And because Chad had to leave work early (5:30) he decided to blow off the rest of the day and join me! Yay, Date Night! Sometimes crummy situations (like getting locked out) can turn out to be a great thing!

Here are some pictures from one of my favorite places to ride:

While taking this shot I noticed an old cabin across the pond.
I was getting the heebeejeebees  and was too nervous to get a picture, maybe next time!

It's easy to ride the trail, head down, rolling out the miles.
But Owasippe holds too much beauty,  take the time to enjoy the scenery.

Pictures previously taken at Owasippe:

Mountain bike happenings this weekend and beyond . . .

Women's Sport start at Pando, Sept 2011

Pando Fall Challenge MTB Race
Sunday, Sept 23

"MMBA CPS Race: a tough 4-1/2 mile course- technical climbs, technical descents and technical singletrack as well as wide passing areas as well as long bombin' descents,climb up the ski hill on each lap."

After a morning of spiritual rejuvenation and Windmill cookie pig-out at church we'll be loading up the truck and heading to Pando for this fall classic celebrating 25 years of racing! Check out the 1987 November edition of "Bent Rim Bugle" to read about one of first races ever held at Pando.

Chad is getting ramped up to race. He's been racing a mountain bike long before he could shave, skipping school to race nationals or to ride the NCT with friends. And although he wasn't at the first Pando race back in 1987 he has a long history of racing at this venue. He's excited to go back to Pando after a near decade hiatus (getting married and having kids can put a wrench in your race schedule).

The kids and I will be on the sidelines cheering and taking photos. After Chad's race the kids will have a chance to test out their legs in the kids race.

Since we'll be in the area we plan to stop downtown GR to check out ArtPrize. I can't wait!

Owasippe

Owasippe
Now—November 1

It's open, it's awesome, go ride there this weekend! A little rain is great for this trail so don't let that deter you. C'mon out and ride. If you see me on the trail be sure to say "hi!"

Merrell Trails Grand Opening
Merrel Trail, 2908 10 Mile Rd NE, Rockford, MI

Saturday, September 29

Trailhead parking lot.
9:30-10 free Merrell bottles to 1st 100. Register for drawing of thousands of dollars in Merrell gift certificates and shirts. Get free meal & beverage tickets
10-11 grand opening remarks and ribbon cutting
Trail open
11-2 Free lunch catered by Yesterdogs, free Founders beer and beverages. Music by Mike Cramer.
Bring your friends, family, bike and lawn chair

Oceana Gravel Roads

Fall Oceana County Epic Dirt Road Ride
September 29, 9:37 AM


September 29th is the ride date and will start at 9:37am. The routes are 47.5, 25.25, and 16.25 miles…approximately. The roads are in good condition, with only a couple places with deep sand. I will be sending the route maps in a few days. We are on roads, although most of them are dirt, so please be watchful of vehicles.

The start is located on M-20 (south side of the road) approximately 5.5 miles east of US-31. There will be one support vehicle (SAG) driving the course throughout the day.

This is not race, even though some of us do occasionally race each other. I’m hoping for a fun group ride while also getting in a great workout. And as I say this, there will be two sprint points on the long route course. The first sprint is a hill top and the second is a flat sprint. The sprint winner(s) will get a couple 22oz Fat Tires.

Hammering a false flat at Cry Baby

Cry Baby Classic
September 29


9.5 mile course with 3.5 miles of brand new single track added. Hardpack dirt, hilly, wooded, and wide trail sections. New! PRIMES added, free t-shirts for adult racers, improved kid's race, and Friday night pasta dinner, music and pub open at Nubs Nob.

*I did this race its inaugural year and really enjoyed the venue and the course. What is not to love about Petoskey? And I grew up skiing at Nubs Nob, returning was nostalgic. I'm hoping there will be some kind of time-fold warp that weekend so I can hit all three events: Merrell Trails, Oceana Epic Ride, and Cry Baby. 

Vision Quest

Owasippe

Michelle: my crazy friend (on the left) and Me (on the right)

Way back in March when my crazy friend Michelle forced me to sign up for LJ100 (she didn't exactly hold a gun to my head, but still), I knew training would be an infuriating challenge. 

Up late with my sick kiddo.

My kids are still young. They are night-wandering warriors determined to destroy a peaceful nights sleep. They're giant, slimy balls of germ infested snot that can strike you down with feverish, lung choking illness in just one spray of spittle. You can imagine how those two things alone can throw a wrench into anyone's training plan.

Ouchie.

Not to mention all the usual stuff that demands your time: work commitments, soccer games, school programs, blah, blah, blah. We all have deal with it. 

Then I mangled my hand in a freak knuckle verses disc brake rotor incident.

And dislocated my shoulder. 

Excuses. Road blocks. Whatever, they aren't going to keep me from doing what I've set out to do.

Vision Quest

A vision quest is a rite of passage in some Native American cultures.
The vision quest is a turning point in life taken before to find oneself and the intended spiritual and life direction. He or she will go on a personal, spiritual quest alone in the wilderness, often in conjunction with a period of fasting.[1] This usually lasts for a number of days while they are attuned to the spirit world. Usually, a Guardian animal or force of nature will come in a vision or dream, and give guidance for their life. (taken from Wikipedia).

This week I had what I would consider my most important training rides.  

The goal: get as close to a 100 miles on single track as I could. 

The trail: Owasippe.

It was a day I have long anticipated, knowing that I would be challenged in ways I had not yet been tested on the bike. The Owasippe trail system was the home of the Potawatomie Indians in the 19th century. I always feel a deep connection with nature and the land's ancestral history when I'm riding there. I couldn't help but think of this day as my personal Vision Quest. The way things have been going, I needed a turning point . . . 

Michelle was planning on riding all day with me. Another friend, Derek planned to ride for a few hours before going to work. Michelle is riding a sweet new single speed that, gets this, weighs 19 pounds. I'm not jealous at all. Sadly, there's been some mechanical issues that cut Michelle's ride short and she had to leave after just a lap and a half. It was a blow. I was going to miss her. With Derek only able to stay until noon, I was looking at a long day of riding alone.

Owasippe

Derek and I managed to get in 30 miles in 3 hours or riding. I switched hydration packs, ate a granola bar and began my solo journey.

Feeling decent the first 3 laps, I was surprised when my legs were slapped with fatigue just a few miles into lap 4. Losing my companions hit me harder than I anticipated. Everything was harder.

I opted for the 8-mile trail in fear that the big climbs on the back end of the 11-mile loop would be too demoralizing to recover from. 

It's funny how Fear changes as you ride. Fear in the first lap is that washed out, rutted drop. 50 miles into the ride, Fear is turning right to begin another lap instead of heading straight for the parking lot.

2 solo laps completed and I was feeling awful. I thought I had seen a moose. I was aware enough to know that there are no moose in Owasippe. Something was off with my nutrition. I kept stopping for no reason. Just sitting on my bike, wishing I was done.

And so I rode back to my car. Loaded my bike and headed home. It was only 2:30 in the afternoon. And I only had 50 miles logged. 

I had failed.

Driving home I noticed that the hydration pack I had been wearing was still full. Full! After riding 20 miles. It should have been near empty. My plan was to take in most of my nutrition through fluids, the fact that my hydration pack was full meant that I was dehydrated and under-fueled. No wonder I saw a moose! My fingers and lips had also turned pale blue, not sure what that meant, but I know that's not good!

Laying on the couch at home my head filled with doubts. If I can't ride more than 50 miles how the heck can I finish LJ100? I was heavy with disappointment. 

Munching away on my cinnamon raising toast with slathered with sunbutter, I decided there was still time to turn this day around. I brushed the crumbs off myself and set out to get in more miles. Initially I thought I would head out on my road bike.

But as I walked out the door it was my car keys I grabbed, not my road bike. I was barely conscious of what I was doing.

I was going back to Owasippe. I had a vision of Chief Owasippe (The Legend of Chief Owasippe) sitting on top of the hill, waiting for me. Where have you gone Heather? I'm here, waiting for you.

I was going to finish what I set out to do. This time I was focused and determined. 3-laps would get me 25 more miles for a total of 75. And although I could feel the fatigue of the mornings ride, I was renewed with a sense of purpose. I had found my flow and Chief Owasippe was my guide.