She rode her bike a lot, and took a few pictures.
Her Achilles has been a little tight, although it is getting better. At one point the snow was rotten and gone, and the dirt trails were too wet to ride, and running wasn’t the best way to heal. She rolled her mom’s Specialized Ruby Elite out of the basement and took it for a ride. A permanent smile on her face suggested that something about the experience was right. She kept talking about doing one of the rides promoted by the local randonneurring club.
One day, she had the idea to take the train to Seward and ride the 127 miles back to Anchorage. At dawn, she rolled out the door to the train station. After a several hour train ride, and just over ten or twelve hours of riding into headwinds, she arrived back at home, elated. Over the next few weeks, a similar pattern of impulsive big rides would continue.
Each morning that she planned to leave, I’d pack some snacks into her bag. I’d nestle a small camera between Emergen-C packets and a well-used iPod. Then, she rides.
On this ride, Lael left home with a tattered fleece, which she planned to leave somewhere along the route. Coming back towards town along Turnagain Arm, she purchased a cotton sweatshirt at a gas station late in the evening. She arrived home wearing a “Deadliest Catch” hoodie.
Lael wrote about her ride from Seward to Anchorage.
The following week, Lael pointed her tires towards The Valley. She rode out of town with a friendly cycletourist we’d me the day before, en route to Argentina via Prudhoe Bay. She and Scott left town in the late afternoon. She arrived home at 1AM.
The Knik River looks very different in the summer.
Another week later, Lael’s got another big idea. As her mom is packing for a flight to Fairbanks for a week of professional training, she realizes a unique opportunity. If she also flies to Fairbanks, with a bike, she can ride home, a total distance of nearly 370 miles. The next morning at 6AM they are both on a flight to Fairbanks. Lael begins pedaling the borrowed bike by 10AM. She is back in town two and a half days later, barely half and hour late for work.
These are familiar views to us, as we lived and worked here in the summer of 2009, just outside of Denali National Park. The recipe for the strawberry-rhubarb coffee cake at McKinley Creekside Cafe (mi 224 on the Parks Highway) comes from Lael’s family.
She also started clipping in, mostly the result of lots of rooty mountain bike trails.
A late start on the second day means she is riding into the night.
Three hours of sleep is enough, before rolling towards home. Ninety miles and eight hours later, she is expected to be at work.
Back in town just in time, although a few minutes late to the job, It has been a long commute, they’ll understand.
All images: Lael Wilcox