Saturday, September 24, 2011

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Final Days

All right, we're just going to combine the last days into one blog, because this is getting a little old.

So, on Thursday morning, we woke up and biked about 19 miles, from Panguitch Lake up to Cedar Breaks. Again, it was a little rough because there was so much uphill, but it was a way shorter distance, so it was really manageable and so, so beautiful. Also, the weather was much cooler because we were gaining a lot of elevation. (Aka steep hills.) When we got to the campsite there, we ate, showered, read and listened to ipods for about 4 hours.

Breakfasting on prepackaged muffins from Panguitch Lake general store before biking.

The road we took up to Cedar Breaks.

Celebratory lunch. Prepackaged fruit pies, tapioca pudding, and pringles never looked so good. Am I right!

Just being the cutest sibs ever.

And we took portraits to document tan lines and sweaty faces.

Thighs n' tan line. I won for least significant tan lines, but they're still totally there! Win.



The Faj Mahal.

Hands-down tan line winner.

On Friday morning, we rode from Cedar Breaks down to Cedar City. It was a totally fun ride, because it was fast downhill the entire way. We got all the way down (about 26 miles) in about an hour. Brobros! So fast.

At the top of Cedar Breaks.

At the bottom of the canyon, after coming down from Cedar Breaks.

Once in Cedar City, we took a celebratory picture, act breakfast, and waited to meet up with my mom, Lars, and my aunt Bonnie. We spent the afternoon swimming in our motel pool, eating delicious food and desserts, and going to Romeo and Juliet at the Shakespeare Festival.

All in all, such a fun trip. Biking trip - best trip ever. Whenever we got off our bikes, and had to get back on again, we would always (jokingly) be like, "Oh, man, just can't wait to get back on that bike! Can't wait to get that seat in between my legs again!" because we would be so sore and getting on a bike again sounded like the worst thing ever. But, seriously, still so fun. Loved it. Want to do it again. And the hardness of it was obviously way rewarding. It's a really great sense of accomplishment.

So, about that. The Faj Mahal Lars originally didn't have tickets, but then decided last minute that they wanted to come, so they had seats separate from ours. Well, this play had a more sexual interpretation than usual (like a make-out scene at the very beginning of the play, before any lines were even spoken). And we all know how Lars feels about sex. So I was secretly way entertained, imagining Lars' reaction to the whole thing (aka, couldn't stop cracking up during a make-out scene because I was picturing Lars' reaction - everyone for sure thought I was way immature.) So, after the play, I innocently asked, "Lars, did you like the play?"

Lars: "Uh, no. Not at all!"

Me: Why?!

Lars: I just didn't.

Me: Tell me why.

Lars: Okay, well, for one thing: way too much kissing! It's disgusting. Also, they talk to themselves way too much!

Hah, oh Lars. At least he knows what breastfeeding is.

Make up just doing wonders for my face - at the Shakespeare Festival.

Final biking stats:

Day 5—Panguitch Lake to Cedar Breaks Point Supreme Campground
Aug 19, 2011
19.6 miles
Ave. speed = 6.8 mph
Max speed = 35.2 mph
Time in saddle = 2:50
Total time = ~4 hours

Day 6—Cedar Breaks to Cedar City
Aug. 20, 2011
26.7 mph
Ave. speed = 20.1 mph
Max speed = 40.2 mph
Time in saddle = 1:07
Total time = ~ 1.5 hours

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Day 4: Piute State Reservoir to Panguitch Lake

So after a rough day 3, and going many more miles than we thought we would go, the Faj Mahal told us, "All right, I know yesterday was rough but today is going to be a lot easier!" (Lie. After which, the brothers and I loved imitating my dad (you know the dad voice), by saying, "All right you guys, today is going to be a lot easier! Only 60 miles. Maybe 75... Definitely no more than 85 miles today.")

We woke up and biked about a mile uphill to get from the Reservoir back to the highway. This day our end goal was Panguitch Lake. Since it was around 40 miles to the town of Panguitch, we figured it wouldn't be that much further to get to the lake. Or rather, the Faj Mahal figured it wouldn't be that much farther to the lake.

A stop at Butch Cassidy's cabin - too bad we are all standing in front of the cabin.

When we arrived in Panguitch, we stopped at a diner for lunch. (I had cell phone service, so I quickly texted my friends back who had asked me how my trip was going - I always replied "super fun and super sucky.")

At lunch, the Faj Mahal asked a highway patrol man at the diner how many miles it was from Panguitch to the lake. He said 17 - ALL UPHILL. But he also said that the hills were gradual so they shouldn't be so bad. (What was that, Dad? You thought it'd be about 7 more miles?)

So we start biking to Panguitch Lake at like, oh 2 or 3 in the afternoon, aka hottest day of my life. We started going up, like, the biggest hill of my whole life. Not gradual AT ALL. I definitely stopped like four times on the first hill - to drink water, to change into sandals because I felt like my feet were going to fall off from how hot they were, etc. I was definitely cursing the highway patrol guy out in my mind, and maybe a little out loud to my dad (this was not the best trip to help me have better language...) because the hills were huge and I wanted to die a little bit. BUT, after like the first 3 hills, it really was gradually up hill the rest of the way, and it wasn't as bad after that.

At one point, I was slowly chugging up a hill (I was obvs by far the slowwwwest on the trip), and my dad was waiting at the top of the hill for me. When I got to the top, he was like, "I am just so proud of you. I am seriously just so impressed with you." And I was like, "Yeah, don't even be impressed, I almost stopped and walked my bike up that hill like 4 times." And then later he was talking to Finn and Niels and he was like, "You guys, the Lamb is really hardcore." And they were just completely unimpressed, because they were always always pounding it up hills, pedaling hard downhills, always miles ahead of me, etc.

That night in the tent, we played that game where you choose 4 people - one you have to kiss, one you have to marry, one you have to have a baby with, and one you can disregard, and I have never heard the FM laugh harder in my entire life. That game just killed him.

Also, disclaimer - even though I made some cracks about my dad, he really did plan this trip out so well, and was very prepared, and carried the most stuff. And would even stop and wait for me. He's the best.

Day 4—Piute State Park Reservoir to Panguitch Lake
Aug. 18, 2011
63.8 miles
Ave. speed = 9.3 mph
Max speed = 26 mph
Time in saddle = 6:50
Total time = ~ 10 hours

Friday, September 16, 2011

Day 3: Salina to Piute Reservoir

Some random gas station stop, no clue where.

Day three was one of the more rough days. Probably the most rough day. We left Salina in the morning, with the goal of ending up at Piute State Park Reservoir. We rode through a ton of tiny little Utah towns. We stopped for cookies at a little bakery in Elsanore. Luckily Wednesday is their cookie day, which is the day we were riding through. Their gingersnaps were extra delicious, so we bought a dozen extra gingersnaps to eat later.

A lady at the bakery told us that there was a bike trail that went along the highway, all the way to the Big Rock Candy Mountain (which was one of our resting points/tourist stops). So we rode on this trail, which was nice, and once we neared Big Rock Candy Mountain, it went along a river. The trail had rolling hills, which was a nice break from the country roads that stretched out endlessly before us. The scenery was pretty, and I liked the country roads, but sometimes while riding on them, I wanted to die because you could see a town in the distance because the land was so flat but it would still take foreverrr to get to it.

We arrived at the Big Rock Candy Mountain after tons of miles, and I have no clue exactly why, but for some reason, I HATED the Big Rock Candy Mountain. Maybe it was their lack of delicious ice cream, or my dad’s hype about it being a super fun tourist attraction, or the blazing heat/lack of air conditioning at the one gas station there or just how dang boring it was, but I just hated being there. I don't even know what I was expecting. Girls in bikinis or rafting or something.

This is THE Big Rock Candy Mountain. I know, NOT IMPRESSED.

Don’t be fooled by the word resort.

This photograph is the only reason worth going inside the resort/restaurant.

From there, we just needed to get to Piute Reservoir, but we didn’t know exactly how many miles it was until there. Most people were vague and not entirely sure how many miles. So, a long time later – I have no clue how long – we were still riding, with the Reservoir still nowhere in the distance. It was blazing HOT, Niels was ready to die because he hadn’t eaten enough food, and we were running low on water because it had been so long since the last gas station. And we were in the middle of the DESERT.

Suddenly my dad crossed the highway to the other side, where there was a little dirt road. It looked like this:

Then as I followed him, it started to look like this:

And then this:


So we all stopped there and ate gingersnaps and filtered water for about an hour and filled all our bottles up.

Then we continued up the hill we were going up (it was getting close to dinner time at this point), and once we got to the top of the hill, we looked over the valley and saw the reservoir. Of course. We ended up going a lot more miles than we were planning on.

We rode down to the Reservoir and put our swimsuits to fake-bathe, wash our clothes, and cool off in the water. That campsite was not the most pleasant because there was no water (besides the reservoir) and the ground was gravel. But I slept good every night on this trip because I was so beat by the time I went to bed.

Breakfasting at Piute Reservoir.

Annnd a little myspace to brighten your day.

Day 3 stats: Salina to Piute State Park Reservoir

Aug. 17, 2011

62.1 miles

Ave. speed = 10.9

Max speed = 36.2

Time in saddle = 5:40

Total time = ~12 hours