TLRC reviews the SQlab 60x: One saddle to rule them all?

Taking rides and all the kicks was so…precious Pretenders

In the early days after damaging his pudendal or whatever it was, The Logging Road Cyclist tried any and all saddles that might allow him to ride again. This included one of the SQlab models, either a 611 or 612, he can’t recall. As he remembers, the saddle almost worked, but not quite enough. In fact, since the saddle wasn’t of use to him, he tore off the cover and padding in the front to see if that helped. It didn’t, but this exercise led him to the idea for his own saddles, described elsewhere in the site.

Nevertheless, the impression of a saddle that almost worked remained embedded in the mind of TLRC, so when he entered last winter’s saddle-trying frenzy (an annual bout of mania that TLRC allows himself), he looked at the SQlab website to see if anything new was afoot. There was! Two models!

The 610 and the 60x looked to be that SQlab saddle with the “more” that TLRC had wished for 5 years ago.

SQlab 60x

A brief anatomy of an SQlab saddle is called for. There are three levels to the upper surface. The rearmost is the highest and is both something to push against and an index to get one’s sit bones in the right place. The midsection is lower, and is the platform where the sittin’ gets done, and spans a groove-divot which provides the critical perineal relief. Finally, lower still, is the front/nose section. The idea is that by raising the sittin’ place above the nose place, and adding the groove-divot, almost all of the pressure is on the sit bones and very little is on the delicates.

This actually works, which still amazes TLRC when he considers how little difference there is between the 3 levels. Plus, it is actually a very comfortable saddle.

SQlab offers these in widths of 13, 14, 15 and 16 cm, and one chooses which is right by measuring one’s sit bone width (their website tells how to do this) and then referring to a chart they provide:

Oops, not that one, this one:

So, the idea is, to one’s sitbone width (11cm to use TLRC’s skinny old ass as an example), you add the number of cm in the chart that corresponds to one’s riding style. TLRC is in either the +2 or +3 category, so he qualifies for either a 13 or a 14. He in fact tried those and a 15 before really figuring out these saddles and settling on a 13. One thing he found is that a too wide SQlab chafes behind the uppermost part of the thigh, just as did the ISM. 13 works great for him. The message here is that both TLRC and Gnat took a while to figure out which width to use, so try to order from a place that will allow you to return a slightly used saddle.

There are a couple of additional choices . SQlab has what they call an “active” system. This means the wings of the saddle can flex, dampened by an elastomeric insert (one of 3) that is selected based on the rider’s weight. They also sell non-active (i.e. normal versions) of the 610. The active is $140, inactive $100. TLRC has only tried the active, and has taken to riding with the middle-level elastomer instead of the stiffest one that is specified for his weight. TLRC has no idea if the active saddles are actually superior to the non-active ones. The other saddle considered here, the 60x ($170) is only active.

TLRC started out working with the 610, mostly based on cost, but Gnat kept bugging him the try the 60x, so TLRC borrowed one from him, tried it, and hasn’t looked back. In the opinion of both, the 60x is markedly superior. TLRC isn’t sure why, but the feeling of the saddle and how it protects the soft tissue is somehow more definite, or crisp. Hard to define, but once tried, not denied, for TLRC at least.

So there it is. The final saddle for TLRC? Is his long search over? TLRC is so sick of fiddling with saddles and saddle adjustments he could scream out loud. For so long, he just wanted to ride, dammit, without always having a wrench to had to tweak the saddle that one-final-time so he could just go for a ride. Both he and Gnat have been fiddling with these saddles for a few months now, and they seem to have stuck. Check ’em out.

TLRC’s Final Comments On ISM Saddles

In a post about 18 months ago, The Logging Road Cyclist shared with you his thoughts on the ISM line of saddles, in particular the PM 2.0, their MTB specific model. Let us be clear: for relieving pressure on the perineum, these can’t be beat. TLRC made a bit of a fuss about getting the saddles set back far enough to work properly, given that he had to spend a lot of green on various setback posts for his collection of bikes.

ISM has a lot of guidance about how to set up these unique saddles, but TLRC found it rather vague, especially the setback. His best fore-aft starting point after a lot of experimentation was surprisingly simple: set the ISM so that it’s widest point is as far back as the wide point of your existing standard saddle.

ISM also say that the saddle should be perhaps 5mm lower. While fiddling around with this, TLRC found good advice on (of course) YouTube for setting saddle height in general: Set your saddle so when your heel is on the pedal your knee is locked out (a pretty standard seat height trick), then lower the seat 2-3 cm. This will likely feel way too low. On a ride, slowly raise the seat until it feels right. TLRC found that it is pretty obvious where that is.

As for tilt, TLRC put the nose down and raised it bit by bit until he felt that he wasn’t sliding off the front.

Even with a lot of experimenting over a long period, TLRC was not able to get any of the ISM saddles (and he tried almost all of them) to work satifactorily. His problem was chafing not between the thighs (the most common complaint leveled at ISM), but rather behind his thighs at the very top and towards the midline. After a lot of effort he determined that it was not the width of the twin noses of the saddles causing this, but rather the width further back: the saddles did not taper fast enough towards the front from their wide point.

Hoping that their narrow PN saddles might help, he tried a few of them and found a different problem. The noses were quite narrow, but hit TLRC at a sensitive spot on his pubic ramii causing him some disturbing and lasting pain that eventually dissipated.

Now, this sounds like TLRC is really raining on the ISM parade. He most emphatically is not. ISM makes saddles that do not crush the delicate structures in the perineum. They do this very well, and perhaps better than any of the other several thousand saddles TLRC has tried. They just happen not to fit TLRC very well, something that he regrets. They are a well designed and well built product that do exactly what ISM claim. If you have damage “down there” or wish to prevent it, ISM should be one of your first stops.

Luckily, TLRC has lately tried new models in the SQlab line with excellent success and he will be reviewing those as soon as he has some more experience with them.

French Press Time Machine

Nearly a quarter century ago I bought a french press. It was Lexan, unbreakable, meant for camping. I bought it because I had acquired a drift boat, and I was suddenly unshackled from the onerous weight restrictions imposed by doing river trips in kayaks or canoes. Indeed, at the same time, I bought a Stanley thermos to keep the coffee hot, and a large, comfortable chair in which to enjoy the hot coffee by the river in the morning.

Over the years I’d done a lot of raft trips, private and commercial, but my heart was in hard-shell boats, and both performance and inclination kept things light. On Sierran overnight exploratories we used our Hollowforms, 3-meter 40-pound pointy tubs of lard whose only real virtue aside from momentum was that, generally speaking, they didn’t break. Once the excitement of having a pretty much indestructible boat died down, the drawbacks of their propensity to get pinned by the nose or wrapped from the side became apparent. For doing a 3 mile hike to the put in followed by a couple of nights out on a class V exploratory, weight became a primary concern. We brought almost nothing: no tent or stove, no utensils (we ate with sticks), certainly no coffee makers. Our doctrine was harsh and pure.

Multi-day canoe trips were much the same. As the whip hand on some of these with (ex)wife and a friend I demanded that they stick to the stern terms of my glorious past and drink cold instant coffee shaken with powdered milk rather than “drag a goddamn stove and pot down the river”. I’m not sure they got where I was coming from, but they did as they were told. Whence the (ex)?

The drift boat was another matter. I wasn’t about to go rafter whole hog with degenerate bourgeois comforts, but certainly a french press, stove, thermos and chair, even a tent big enough for me and my dog, and yeah, even a medium sized dog didn’t rise to apostasy? That I was a good twenty years on from the kayaking golden era might excuse some of this.

The coffee maker served me well. I honestly can’t count the number of 5-day John Day and 3-day Rogue trips I did with Buffy all in comfort and ease, just the two of us.

Drift boating was a good thing to take up near the end of my whitewater years. Getting a drift boat through Class III or even IV took all the river knowledge I had, and had the added spice of being unforgiving. I did many runs on the North Umpqua in both aluminum and wood boats and each time I had to mentally gear up like I would for a much harder river in a kayak. Besides being new and fun, I could take my dog, and even other people!

This was a fun time in my life. Without the stress of boating class V in a competitive setting, I was actually enjoying myself on the rivers. These solo (w. dog) trips on Oregon Rivers that I knew well and loved are a treasure.

This week the crack in the bottom of the press finally gave way. It had been there for a long time, maybe years, but never seemed to be a problem so I ignored it. When puddles of coffee started to appear beneath and around the press, I at first attributed it to spillover out the spout from pressing, which is commonplace. But after a couple of days of careful rinsing and pressing, I realized the jig was up, the crack was through and through.

As I stood in the kitchen, dead press in hand, this wave of memories, of rivers and rapids and dogs and people and trips and boats bought and built, holed and repaired, swept through and over me and has stuck with me through the day. Maybe this is why we resist losing materials from our past that we have stuck away in closets and boxes and haul these things around with us for years. For myself, lately, seeing more and more of the people that I know succumbing to illness and age, I have taken to letting go of these materials and instead keeping the feelings within me. Maybe I’m wrong; the press makes me consider it, but it’s out the door…

Upper Middle Santiam via Roads 2047 and 2049

The Logging Road Cyclist had been lollygagging about out by Valsetz and closer to town for the better part of the summer. Part of this was the result of TLRC’s excessive sense of public responsibility during the pandemic, which had lead him to places close to home (where they had been asked to stay by the authorities), and part of it was because he hadn’t felt up to the more substantial efforts required by some of the more distant and difficult rides. TLRC leaves it to the reader to judge how the reasoning was apportioned…

Like a lot of people, as the crisis dragged on and became more of a lifestyle, TLRC felt OK about wandering further afield. He also felt healthier and able to ride longer. This lead to a prosecution of the S Santiam Wagon Trail via the divide, and the more profound Blue River/1509/15 loop. An hour with the Sweet Home District map later yielded three pretty obvious routes into the region bounded by highways 20 and 22. Two seemed pretty severe, one pretty reasonable, so to the latter TLRC went.

The region is dewatered by 4 main rivers: S Santiam, Middle Santiam, Quartzville Cr. and the N Santiam. All of them contain some sections of prime whitewater. On the east lie the peaks of the Old Cascades; from them towards the west are the ghastly wastes of both private and public timberlands. Here also, in a desperate irony lie the Middle Santiam Wilderness, a profound remnant of pure old growth, and the Wild and Scenic section of Quartzville Cr., a section of river seemingly as pure and beautiful as any TLRC has run, as long as one ignores the savagely cleared-off slopes adjacent its banks.

For his first bicycle trip here, TLRC chose to climb out of the S Santiam canyon (always a lot of work) via the main 2047 road. It’s less than 3 miles and about 1000′ to the divide.

Looking down. Sheep Cr and the 2047 to the S Santiam.

From there, one drops down to the Middle Fork.

Old Cascade Peaks above the Middle Santiam, from 2047.
High on the Middle Santiam, 2047 bridge
High on the Middle Santiam, 2047 bridge. Note the cave.

From the bridge over the Middle Fork, a short steep climb leads to the junction with the 2049, the way back. With a bit more persistence, one could head up the the S Pyramid trail and look at some nice trees.

The 2049 is pretty heavily logged, but the extra length back to the divide means it’s middle-ring all the way, instead of the backtracking grind retreating on 2047 would entail. There are also some fine views of some of the Old Cascades Peaks.

Iron Mtn (right?) and other high peaks above Tombstone Summit, from 2049
Crescent Mtn from 2049
Chimney Rock above clearcuts and some forest, view from 2049

Blue River Loop

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For a long time now, the 1509 road along the S Santiam/Blue River (McKenzie) divide has been one of The Logging Road Cyclist’s favorites. He has done a number of rides described here that incorporate parts of this remarkable road. An obvious route that he has delayed doing until now traverses the 1509 from beginning to end and returns on the 15, the main drag along Blue River.

This is one of the best rides in the TLRC ouvre: easy enough to actually do, yet hard enough to ennoble the rider, passing by pleasant forest and spectacular views to distant peaks and down wild drainages, not to mention passing just beneath the impressive crags of  Wolf Rock.

View down Tibits Cr. early in the ride. 1509 can be seen clinging to the opposite canyon wall.

To start this ride go past Blue River on Hwy 126 to Blue River Reservoir Rd, the start of FS 15. Proceed up past the reservoir and Mona campground to the 1509 junction, where Tidbits Cr. enters Blue R. Gear up and climb for a good long time.

Sisters from 1509 road.

Looking down one of the Southside drainages at Cougar Reservoir.

 

Mt Washington.

Edge of Twin Buttes, near junction with 2044.

When you hit the 2044 road, you have done the serious climbing. Note this junction for possible further use as it heads down to House Rock on the S Santiam and Gordon Lakes. As the 1509 now rolls along the divide, longer views are had.

Iron Mt, Browder Ridge, Mt Jefferson between.

The tippy-top, elevation-wise, is is just past Latiwi peak. Glide down to the 15 junction and then float dreamily down to the pretty Blue River past impressive Wolf Rock. You’ll be happy you did this one.

Stott Mountain

From his early days of exploring around Valsetz, The Logging Road Cyclist has been intrigued by Stott Mountain. The most remote of the local, big (>3000′) peaks, Stott is served by a complex road network which uniquely may allow driving access (sometimes), clearcuts of a magnitude that even TLRC finds disturbing and their concomitant superb views (more below), and even has a USGS professional paper describing the sill upon which the very existence of Stott Mtn relies.

TLRC made a midwinter attempt on Stott many years ago that was thwarted by a poor understanding of the local geography and inadequate maps. Earlier this summer, while hors de combat, bicycle-wise, in an effort to get to know it, TLRC and Devil Puppy tried to walk to the summit via the shortest (steepest) road out of Gravel Cr, which bounds Stott to the south. They almost made it, but pulled the plug four miles up to avoid a longer slog, the better to keep both of them injury free. This was a valuable source of information, however, for it prompted Gnat to ride out there, knowing the way off to the south was not a dead-end. He summited, and in a bout of obsession that made TLRC proud spent the next four weekends out there filling in the roads, leading to a well-known Stott and some good rides. This is a spectacular area, with tremendous relief by local standards. Stott and Sugarloaf face each other across the NF Siletz, and each rises 2600′ above the confluence of that stream with the South Fork.

There are three roads up from Gravel Cr., (from east to west) up Stub Cr., NF Gravel Cr. and the third one which TLRC and DP walked up. Gnat also explored the easiest way up (shown here in TLRC’s loop) which climbs up from near the Valley of the Giants.

The picture below was taken from a previous TLRC ride up Stub Cr., and shows the steep upper portion of the mountain along with typical clearcuts. The road diagonalling through the clearcut is steeper than it looks and is the key to getting to the top from both Stub and VOG.

Upper west side of Stott from south, Stub Cr. Rd.

Art Loggeaux on the diagonal, Stott Southside.

Near the top, the views begin in earnest.

Big Tip

But more of the modern practice of logging thin little trees becomes apparent.

Harvesting pencils below the summit.

Very close to the summit, the ever-vigilant geo-TLRC literally stumbled on this outcrop.

The fascinating outcrop near the summit.

He found this on his first Stub Cr ride and became obsessed enough that the next weekend he returned and did his VOG loop with a geology hammer and hand lens. He thought initially that this might be an example of Yamhill sediment fragments being torn off and incorporated into the intrusive magma that forms the sill: an example of stoping (mostly because he wanted it to be this). Hammer and lens forced him to drop this hypothesis and left him with rarer speculations…

The Stott frenzy that gripped Gnat and TLRC lead to some profound geographical revelations. Excluding Marys Peak (4097′), all the highest peaks (twelve, +/-) in the Central Coast Range are between 3000′ and 3500′ in elevation. Five (Laurel, Riley, Fanno, Sugarloaf, Condenser) lie in what TLRC refers to as the Laurel Mountain Massif (why he does).  Bald Mtn and Stott lie adjacent. From the summit of Stott Mtn, five (including Stott) are visible, as is (to TLRC’s surprise) McCulloch Peak.

View E from summit.

The reverse view is even more productive:

View to Stott, etc. from near McCulloch, looking down Woods Cr. to Kings Valley.

 

A word on recent logging practices. TLRC strives to maintain an apolitical site here, but he has noticed an uptick in Coast Range logging activity over the last five or so years. Clearcuts seem bigger, more numerous and to be in smaller and smaller trees. Moreover, some companies are getting much more aggressive about keeping everyone off of their land and roads, even if those roads are the only access to Federal (i.e. our) land. He is scientist enough to know that this is just an impression, no matter how clear it is to him, or how disturbing he finds it. This recent story confirms his suspicions.

Chandler Mountain

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There are times when the feet of The Logging Road Cyclist aren’t a mess. His plantars aren’t torn, and his Morton’s aren’t neuromacizing. Then he likes to strike out afoot rather than on wheels and enjoy striding out. Also, Devil Puppy gets to come.

She too has had problems the last couple of years, but together they have worked themselves back up to eight miles or so at a time, with care.

So, eight miles. Too short for a ride, but maybe just right to explore an addition to another ride? Here is a worthwhile extra 6 with a moderate climb that takes one to a surprisingly nice viewpoint smack in the middle of the Valsetz Triangle: Chandler Mountain. TLRC has ridden over Chandler Pass to the east, and recently looked over Fourth of July Creek to Chandler Mountain from the west. That was when he first thought about actually climbing up it. It’s a perfect spot for those who like poking around Valsetz but shy away from the ferocious, wheel-spinning climbs up the major summits frowning down upon the remains of the Lake.

The route is straight forward, and all on good road. There are signs of predators:

Kat Skat: big as a softball.

And the promised views:

Valsetz Lake and South Fork Gap

Big Tip, Big Saddle

The twin peaks of Bald Mountain, and, in the distance our own Forest Peak and Price Peak

And of course, the cheesecake shot:

Local Big Views

Someone recently asked: “TLRC, would you mind displaying a recent example of your widely known and highly praised deductive powers?” Of course. The Logging Road Cyclist is happy to indulge.

Why just the other day, TLRC and his buddy Gnat did a ride out to Big Saddle, where they had some Big Views. These, he did not note at the time,  but will now, are generally the result of the big private logging companies turning conifer forests into views through the obvious expedient. Well, he deduced, since OSU Forestry is the source of academic insight into forest management and probably taught the companies a thing or two, and since OSU Forestry owns forests near home, then pretty likely some conifer forests had been turned into views that TLRC could go see without the drive out to Valsetz.

He decided to visit Forest Peak, a place he had been many times before, but not much lately. Given the general rate of view-making in the Coast Range in recent years, and on OSU property in particular, perhaps, he reasoned, there’d be some new views to be had. A test of his “deductive powers” lay to hand.

It was a beautiful winter day, sunny and warm. Dropping from the Nettleton Loop down to Soap Cr affords some pretty nice scenes.

A View fights back against the upstart Conifers

The ride has a couple of offensive stretches of pavement, up to and along Tampico Rd going out, and from Soap Cr back to Sulfur Springs coming back. From Tampico Rd to the north lies the impressive basalt wall of the dump, capped by the little geodesic dome (look close).

TLRC once was told (probably apocryphally) that the dome was the local radar for the BOMARC antiaircraft missile installation that was nearly completed and abandoned at Adair Village. Certainly there is a lot of concrete left over at Adair from it. BOMARC was an early cruise missile that had about a 400 mile range and could go Mach 2.5. It was 45 feet long, 18 feet wide and hunkered in bunkers and tilted up to launch vertically. It carried either conventional or nuclear warheads. Think about that the next time a younger person talks about growing up in the shadow of Apocalypse. TLRC grew up with getting-under-your-school-desk-to-mitigate-the-nuclear-blast drills in a time when setting off an atomic airburst near the coast off Portland or Seattle to get a bomber seemed like a good idea compared to the alternative.  TLRC waits for it: OK Boomer.

The climb up from Tampico to Forest Peak is about 4 miles and pretty stiff. At about two miles, is the reward:

A not-quite-perfectly-constructed-View, but pretty darn good

TLRC has been coming up here for years now, and was startled at how much light there can be.

On the other hand, the elves have lapsed at the top, and the View at the summit of Forest Peak gets worse every year, a good excuse not to do the final excruciating couple of hundred yards to the top.

Summit of Forest Peak

 

Big Saddle; Big Surprise

The Logging Road Cyclist is, generally and by most accounts, an enthusiast. The enthusiasms vary, to be sure, and sometimes follow one another in rapid and bewildering succession. But (dread word), he has become a bit jaded when it comes to digging out new rides. A, je ne sais quois, comment on dit sort of ennui has settled upon him. Fortunately his riding buddy Gnat has picked up the slack and has been proposing new routes with head-spinning speed.

This one was a loop up and over the steep ridge bounding Valsetz Lake on the west. A moderate ride as they did it at 15 miles and under a couple thousand of climbing. Indeed, this ridge, comprised of a hard diorite that props up the complementary features Big Tip and Big Saddle (!) also has the prominent gap at its northern end that held the dam that made the lake they called Valsetz (after the Valley and Siletz railroad). The big surprise of this ride was all the views.

This ridge lies below all the major features that ring Valsetz Lake, but is high enough to give a clear view of the lowlands and the surrounding peaks and ridges. TLRC has visited most of them at one time or another, but their height and positions make everything seem rather distant. Big Tip-Saddle ridge, with its lower elevation, gives a closer, more uniform view of what all is going on around Valsetz. Loge seating, as it were, for a local geography and (don’t worry, TLRC will leave it out this time) geology.

Here’s an area map so the reader can get the picture.

 

TLRC and Gnat started just down from the old dam site, and coasted a bit to the turnoff up the ridge. Gaining the first height, they had a great view smack down the main Siletz River. This is still way up above the whitewater run, rather in the area around the mysterious Falls.

Looking south down the Siletz canyon.

As they climbed higher and higher up the west side of the ridge, the views towards Stott Mtn and Sugarloaf got better and better. Swinging around from Stott, the watershed of the N Siltetz opened up, giving a view straight into the surprisingly sharp canyon of lower Warnicke Cr. and a sideways look at Boulder Cr. over a shoulder of Sugarloaf. The dusting of snow on the high country mitigated the otherwise depressing severity of both old and very recent, massive cuts.

Sugarloaf (center). Warnicke and Boulder Crs are to the left. Valsetz dam site lies directly below Sugarloaf

After not too hard of a ride, the pair attained Big Saddle. TLRC was hot for Big Tip, and sprinted off. The correct turn was uphill, and likely that and inexcusably bad map reading caused him to lead the happily lead-astray Gnat off on a goose chase where Gnat could pose his bike before an ocean view. They also had a very good look in profile at Big Tip. Truly protuberant, that would have been a cruel endeavor to mount, and they were just as happy to deflate their expectations and head on down.

On the way down, the clarity of the relation between the Oregon Coast Range Intrusive suite and local geography, and the fact that here, it is dioritic rather than the usual gabbroic stuff (leucocratic!) broke TLRC’s usual iron will, and he held forth to poor befuddled Gnat.

TLRC explains to Gnat exactly the situation in excruciating detail

On a simpler aesthetic note, the Valley fog spilling through the Luckiamute gap between Bald and Little Grass Mtns and over Cougar Ridge was just pretty.

 

 

 

Fourth of July Creek

Last week, The Logging Road Cyclist was poking around the internet looking for something or other about rides around the area and he stumbled upon this webpage. Seems like Mr. Bingelli too has gotten fascinated by rides in the Valsetz Triangle, that region bounded by the Laurel Mountain Massif-Bald Mountain highlands on the north, and the Little Grass Mountain-Green Ridge complex on the south. The Luckiamute River, drains it to the west and the South Fork Siletz to the east. If you stay off the highlands, its a good place to find moderate rides. TLRC recently found a fascinating paper on the geology of this region ( Baldwin, 1964) and got fired up to knowledgeably nose around out here again.

A few years ago, he had done a nice loop, riding up Rock Cr., down Sunshine Cr. and the Siletz, passing Fourth of July Cr on the way. He liked the name, and given all this recent interest, and a desire to close another Triangle loop, he and Gnat headed out on a truly dismal late February day to check it out.

TLRC gets ready to roll

The loop is about 18 miles and 900 feet or so of climb.

 

The ride started with the climb over the Luckiamute-Siletz divide, passing the turnoff to Chandler Pass. They rode in steady, heavy rain, marveling at the massive new clearcuts high on the east flank of Chandler Mtn. The ride is a combination of pleasant and interesting mixed second growth with astounding clearcuts where the old stumps of the first-growth stand out of the slash like rotted teeth.

It’s pretty easy to find the way. After crossing the divide and riding down Rock Cr a ways, one arrives at a five-way road nexus. Next take the one-two-third turn up Fourth of July Cr. From the top of the climb out of that creek, there are nice views back down the valley,

and east over to Chandler Peak

TLRC ponders whence he came

Chandler Peak

After the initial soaking rain, TLRC and Gnat had a bit of hail and a bit of wet snow before it got kind of sunny in a soggy sort of way. They basked a bit at the junction east of Valsetz, put on their spare sets of dry gloves and pedaled back to the car. TLRC wore his rain jacket all day, a rarity.

One reason TLRC likes riding out here is he gets to see his little black piggies. There were none on the way in, but going home there they were, and one came out to greet TLRC.

Narcoleptic piggy