I&M Canal

I didn't make it back to Michigan last night as I had hoped.  I ended up staying the night in Rockford, Illinois.  Since I had the whole day today to drive a comparatively short distance, I sought an opportunity to use my bike one last time in an exotic location.  I found good spot in the The Illinois & Michigan Canal trail. 

I parked in the town of Morris and rode about seven miles to the Aux Sable lockhouse and aqueduct.  The original canal ran ninety miles while it was in use.  Today sixty have been restored for recreational use.  A modern shipway replaced the historical canal in the 1930s.

Riding back to the car was a lot easier than riding out, probably a combination of the wind and grade both being easier going west.  I had a couple near scuffles with Canadian Geese guarding there new chicks, but at least my bike worked OK, a notable feat given its been on the back of the car for nearly 2,000 miles.

He built. I came.

The farm used in Field of Dreams, which is just a couple miles east of Dyersville, Iowa, remains largely as it was when they finished filming.   I arrived there right about sunset and the place was pretty deserted. The original owners apparently still live in the farm house, maintain the site, and run a small gift shop (closed by the time I arrived).  Somewhat surprising, they don't charge admission to the 65,000 people who come to see the farmhouse & baseball diamond each year.  Other than lack of corn on the outfield & powerline running over the infield, it looked just like in the movie.  Carved into the bleachers is a heart that says "Ray loves Annie."  I don't remember where/if this featured in the movie.  I'll have to watch it again to refresh my memory.

Quick Stops

While driving today, I made a couple short impromptu stops worth mentioning in brief.  My first stop outside of Mason City was Fort Atkinson, a frontier military post that was garrisoned during 1840s.  A short distance from there, I drove a couple miles off the highway to see St. Anthony's Chapel, billed as the smallest church.    Later in the day, I paralleled the Mississippi River for about a half-hour.  In the town of Guttenberg, I got out of the car a couple times; once at a wonderful park along the lever and then to climb up the observation deck at Lock & Dam No. 10.  While driving through the small town of Dyersville, I came across one of the grandest Basilicas I've ever seen, Saint Xavier.

Effigy Mounds

After nearly three days on the road, I finally made it to the Mississippi; but before crossing it, I had a couple more things to see.  Across the river from Prairie du Chien, I paid a visit to Effigy Mounds National Monument.   After browsing the museum, I hiked a trail the led up a bluff overlooking the river valley.  Along the trail were a number of prehistoric native American mounds of various shapes & sizes (e.g. conical, linear).  The most interesting were a those that looked like bears.  I hiked a little further to see Twin Views Overlook, but found the best vista at Fire Point closer to the trailhead.

Music Man Square

Meredith Wilson, who wrote the Music Man, grew up in Mason City, Iowa.  The fictional town in the musical, River City, is based on his boyhood hometown.  I parked in downtown & discovered the bike rack was a little loose.  Since I had to take the bike off to tighten the rack, I figured I might as well ride around for a while.  I ended up going about five miles in forty-five minutes.   I passed Wilson's childhood home, the library, and a footbridge named after him.  They also have a Frank Lloyd Wright House in town.

Pilot Knob

By shear coincidence, I camped last night in the shadow of Iowa's second highest point.  I didn't plan follow my visit to the state highest point with one to its junior, but as the day came to an end, Pilot Knob State Park was the logical place to stop.

In the morning I hiked up to the Knob.  It may be 250 feet shorter than Hawkeye Point, but the setting is more befitting a highpoint.  The CCC constructed an three-storey observation tower, which adds immensely to the already impressive view.

After coming down from the Knob.I extended my morning hike a couple of miles around a couple of the lakes tuckeeld in the hills of the park.

Cayler's Prairie

I thought twice about leaving the highway to check out Cayler's Prairie State Preserve and twice again when I saw the only facilities were a small, grass parking lot & simple park sign, but I I decided to allow myself a half-hour to explore and used every minute. There were no established trails so I just wandered through though the Preserve.  It doesn't look too big at first, but depending, on the direction and immediate topography, there were several places where all I could see is prairie.  With a little imagination, I could imagine the grasses stretching hundreds of miles across the plains, and that alone made the stop worth several times the length of my visit.

Hawkeye Point

I'm writing this post from the highest point in the state of Iowa, well-named Hawkeye point.  Like my other recent highpoint summits, this one is a drive up 'peak'.  It is basically a small rise in someone's back yard, with panoramic views of farm fields.  There is even a tractor filling the field immediately to the east.
The highpoint is dressed up with a flagpole, mileposts showing the distances to other state highpoints (surely Hawaii's is wrong--1,035 miles to Mauna Kea), and some monuments.  It's rather pleasant here in the shade, but I can't stay.  I guess it's downhill to Illinois.

Floyd's Bluff

My last stop with a Lewis & Clark connection was Floyd's Bluff near Sioux City, Iowa.  Sergeant Floyd was the only member of the expedition to die during the trip.   The suspicion is that he died from appendicitis.   After his death, the crew buried him on the highest nearby bluff along the river.   The river under mined his original burial site.  This monument stands a couple hundred yards from that site.

I only just finished reading Stephen Ambrose's biography of Meriweather Lewis in January.  It's been really interesting to stop by a some of the related sites while the info was relatively fresh in my mind.

Spirit Mound

Before slipping east into Iowa, I detoured across a corner oslf South Dakota in order to stop at Spirit Mound, a solitary hill on a five-acre plot of original prairie.  Native Americans believed the hill to be haunted.  Lewis & Clark climbed the hill on their way up the Missouri.   I hiked about a mile & half from the parking area to reach the top. 

Ponca State Park

Last night, I camped in Ponca State Park on the Nebraska side of the Missouri River a few miles upstream from Sioux City, Iowa.  I got an early start to my day thanks to a noisy turkey wandering through the campground.  In fact, I had broken camp and started hiking before the alarm on my phone started beeping.

I eyed two trails in the park for hiking in the morning, but one was hard to follow; the other, hard to even find.  I ended making my own way along the shore of the river.  I saw plenty of birds including pelicans, turkey vultures and the ubiquitous Canada goose.  I had to engineer my own bridge to cross a small channel separating a quasi-island from the shore.  It wasn't much but kept my feet dry.

When I finished hiking, I drove to Three State Overlook, the best view in the park.  Below the observation deck, the Missouri flows through one of two unrestrained sections.  In addition to Nebraska, South Dakota & Iowa are visible from the overlook.  I also stopped in the new Missouri River Museum on the park grounds to spend thirty minutes or so perusing the exhibits.

Niobrara State Park

When we left left the Niobrara River, give or take a hundred miles upsream, it was a modest affair.  Just before it debauches into the Missouri here at the eponymously named state park, it has nearly tripled in size.  After I arrived in the park, I took my bike off the car rack and set off to ride the three mile loop along the park road.  They weren't kidding when they said there were lots of hills! 

I walked my bike a short distance along a foot trail to find the old railroad bridge (now converted to a trail) that crosses the Niobrara before it spills in to the Missouri.  Most of the trail was pretty torn up from floods, but the boardwalk over the trestle was in good shape.  I had so much fun crossing it, I rode back & forth a second time.

For a grand finale in the park, I pedalled to the scenic overlook behind the group lodge (where I typed this post) .  The view up,  down, & across the river is amazing.   Lewis & Clark camped for a night just down the bluff.  It is easy to picture their expeditipn struggling against the current on their way west.

Smith Falls

The grand dame of waterfalls in a state not known for waterfalls, Nebraska's Smith Falls does the state proud.  Tucked a couple hundred yards up a deep ravine off the Niobrara River, the seventy-foot cascade tumbles off a protrusion at the end of the ravine and tumbles down the cliff in intermingling streams.

The falls are the centerpiece of a state park near Valentine.  I also walked the modest McAllister Nature Trail.  For a highlight, it powers up the steep hillside, out of the river valley and into the edge of the the plains with views out on to the northern ripples of the Sandhills. The trails returns along the Niobrara river, here maybe 2/3rds the size of the St. Joe through Niles.  After spending the winter in the arid west, I found its swift flow a refreshing sight.

Cowboy Trail

Colorado has been a tougher nut to crack than I calculated.  After six months in the state without much success looking for work, I'm heading back to Michigan to regroup.  I'll take an extra couple days to make the drive.  Today, I made it as far as Valentine in north central Nebraska.  I came here foremost to see a striking railroad viaduct over the Niobrara River.   The old railroad grade is now a trail, the longest railtrail in the country in fact.  I rode five or six of its 195 miles, on a twenty mile ride that also criss-crosed the streets of Valentine.

Baseball History

Tuesday, I headed downtown to watch the Rockies play the San Diego Padres.  Seeing a game a Coors Field was on my short list things to do before I drive back to Michigan.  I figured the Padres series offered the best chance to see a competitive game.  Not only did I get to see a good match in which the home team won 5-3, but I also saw the Rockies pitcher forty-nine-year-old Jamie Moyer become the oldest major league player to win a game.  A record held for eighty years by Brooklyn Dodgers great Jack Quinn.

Historical Footnote aside, it was a good night to be at the ballpark; maybe, a little chilly, but it is still April.  I kept score for about half the game, but then got up to wander around the stadium.  I had a really good seat in the upper deck along the first base side with a great view of the field and the distant mountains including Longs Peak.  The stadium has a fountain in beyond the centerfield fence that turns on after a Rockies Home Run.  Not as cool as the giant neon Liberty Bell at Citizen's Bank Park, but still pretty neat.

In addition to the Phillies and Rockies, I've also seen the Tigers, White Sox, Cubs, and Yankees play home games.

Coors Field

Centerfield Fountain

Final Score

Tribulus terrestris

I've been out on my bike twice since last Monday's ride around Boulder.  Like that ride, both ended prematurely with flat tires. Over the last several years, I've only had to replace a flat tire once or twice per season.  Today, I learned the blame for my recent spate of bad luck lies with the seeds of a common weed known as goat heads.  I probably picked up a collection the spiky little nuisance toward the end of my Boulder Ride.  They were small enough to escape inspection when I replaced the tubes after each ride. 

The first the two abbreviated rides meandered south as far as Chatfield State Park.  I had hoped to continue the ride through Highlands Ranch, but ended up walking six miles to the nearest light rail station to take mass transit home.  I did ride by the memorial to the late 1990s Columbine Shooting tragedy and make it across the Chatfield Dam trail before my technical difficulties.

This past Monday, I optimistically set out again for Highlands Ranch.  I made it as far as Aldenbrooke Park, which is to say four or five miles before my problems returned.  The leaks were slow enough that I was able to, perhaps unwisely, continue the ride by pumping up the tires every so often.  I wanted to at least follow-up on a suggestion to ride across the Dakota Hogback into the town of Morrison and eat lunch at the Blue Cow.  That's as far as I made it.


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The tires are now repaired, with 'thorn-resistant' tubes and 'puncture-proof' lines, but I'm skeptical of the efficacy of those defensive measures and am debating weather to risk another ride before I head back to Michigan this weekend.  On a positive note, my recent travails didn't stop me from surpassing 6,000 miles ridden on my bike, the same one I've had since 2006.

Trip Statistics (both rides)
Length: 61.3 miles
Total Time: 8 hours 58 minutes
Avg. Speed:  9.8 MPH
Max. Speed: 27.2 MPH
Max Elev.: 6,205 ft.

Columbine Memorial

Chatfield Dam Trail

Aldenbrooke Park

 Dinosaur Tracks

Alameda Parkway across Hogback

Riding the Rails

Earlier this week, I took the train to Green River, Utah; not because I had any business in Green River, but because I wanted to take the train across the state of Colorado.  There is only one train a day through Denver, but the Amtrak got the schedule right in ensuring that the California Zephyr takes in the dramatic scenery of the Rocky Mountains during the day.  It took eleven hours to cover the 350 incredibly scenic rail miles to Green River, about twice as long as it would take to drive a competitively scenic route between the two towns.  Among the train's advantages I'll name two; having someone else to the driving and the historical significance of the route originally built by the Denver, Rio Grande and Western.

I could have taken the train all the way to Salt Lake before switching to the eastbound train, but I didn't see much point in staying on passed Green River since it would soon get dark.  Though the remote city's population might not even exceed that of my childhood neighborhood, as the only city for miles along I-70, it offered me a place to eat dinner--a great little tavern called Ray's--and sleep before catching the morning train back to Denver.


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Train Trip Statistics
Length: 750 miles
Train Trip Time: 22 hours 33 minutes
Total Trip Time: 1 day 12 hours 30 minutes
Moving Average: 21 MPH
Maximum. Speed: 81 MPH
Minimum Elevation: 4,080 ft. (Green River, UT)
Maximum Elev.: 9,327 ft.(Moffat Tunnel - West Portal)

Elevation Profile

Climbing into the Rockies

Glenwood Canyon

Ray's Tavern in Green River, Utah

Colorado River in Grand County

Upper Gore Canyon

Boulder Hike & Bike

Last Monday, I drove up to Boulder with my bike.  Rather than complete another long ride in the mountains, I opted to split the day between a little hiking and a little biking.  I didn't arrive in town shortly after noon 12:30.  Still not too hungry, I figured a short hike would improve my appetite and then following lunch I would have plenty of time to explore the town on my bike.

The hike proved to be a bigger challenge than I expected.  Though less than four miles, it climbed well over 1,000 feet from the trailhead to the top of Mount Sanitas.  From the summit, I could see most of Boulder.  Downtown and the football stadium were a couple of the more easily recognizable landmarks.  I could even make out the skyscrapers of central Denver through the distant haze.  With a much improved appetite I arrived back back at the car around 3:00 PM.  Driving to Pearl Street, Boulder's main street, I had lunch at the Lazy Dog and watched a bit of the Rockies home opener.

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After lunch, I strategically moved the car to park at a lower elevation.  Recounting a lesson learned on my last ride in the area, I wanted to be in position to finish riding down rather than uphill.  I start biking at about 5:00 PM, which limited the time I had to explore.  I especially wish I had allowed more time so I could have ridden a bit on the University of Colorado campus. Nonetheless, I found plenty of interesting places to investigate, like the Valmont Bike Park.  Despite my thousands of miles a riding, the bike park concept was a new one to me.  It contained a plethora a groomed trails designed for dirt and mountain bikes, though my hybrid bike was versatile enough to allow me to explore some of the easier trails.

I was riding west through Boulder Valley Park as the sun began to set behind the mountains.  In retrospect, I wished I had avoided to the Foothills Trail in favor of riding back into town along paved roads.  That trail was too steep and rocky for my taste.  It did lead me to the trailhead from which I embarked on my Lefthand Canyon Ride.  I followed a now familiar trail for a mile or two before venturing in to new neighborhoods. After passing by downtown, I joined the Boulder Creek Trail, which would take me back to the car. My back tire was feeling a little low--probably from a leak sprung on the Foothills Trail.  I tried to fill it up with my hand pump, but only made the situation worse, and ended up walking the last two miles, a disappointing end to a great day outdoors.

Hike Statistics
Length: 3.5 miles
Ride Time: 2 hours 21 minutes
Trailhead Elevation: 5,560 feet
Summit Elevation:6,840 feet
Net Gain: 1,280 feet

Hike Elevation Profile

Mount Sanitas Trail

Boulder from Mount Sanitas Summit

Sanitas Valley Trail

Bike Statistics
Length: 23.4 miles
Ride Time: 3 hours 19 minutes
Avg. Speed: 8.4 MPH
Total Ascent: 1,200 ft.
Max Elev.: 5,735 ft.

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Corkscrew
Valmont Bike Park

Cottonwood Trail

Boulder Valley Ranch Park

Northern Burbs

Yesterday, I set out on my bike to explore some of the northern suburbs of Denver, an area within which I've spent very little time.  I had hoped to make this ride my first century of the year, but I had to attend to some business in the morning and didn't start pedaling until after 11:30.  I followed familiar routes for the first fifteen or so miles before arriving at the trailhead for the Fairmount Trail in the shadow of North Table Mountain.  After five miles, it connected to the eminently more interesting Ralston Creek Trail.  A couple switchbacks up a steep hillside brought me to the highest point on the trail--nearly 6,000 feet--with great views of the city and mountains.

I continued along or parallel to the Ralston Creek Trail eastward through Arvada, eventually finding my way to Majestic View Park and Nature Center.  The staff there helped identify the Meadowlark as the sonorous bird I've been hearing frequently the last couple weeks.  A trail/access road along the Farmers High Line Canal guided me much of the way northwest from the nature center to Standley Lake.

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I had some difficulty working my way counterclockwise around the large reservoir, but was able to find my way to a new trail in a a new city, Westminister.  I followed this trail, Big Dry Creek, for the next hour.  It was nice trail, but it took me further north then I intended to go.  As a result, when I left it, I knew I had to stick with a fairly direct route back to Lakewood.  I worked my way southeast through the neighborhoods of Thornton for seven-plus miles until I found the north trailhead for the South Platte River Trail, which after nearly two hours of riding head-on into a strong wind, brought me to within a few miles of my final destination.  Surface streets brought me the rest of the way.


Trip Statistics
Length: 76.1 miles
Ride Time: 7 hours 30 minutes
Total Time: 8 hours 57 minutes
Avg. Speed: 10.1 MPH
Max. Speed: 28.7 MPH
Total Ascent: 3,200 ft.
Max Elev.: 5,994 ft.

Elevation Profile

Ralston Creek Trail

Majestic View Park

Farmers High Line Canal

Standley Lake

Confluence Park