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Fire and Rain: Bikepacking Around the Olympic Peninsula During Smoke Season

9/18/2020

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Exhaustion had set in suddenly. Not really the physical exhaustion (although there was that too), but the mental fatigue that comes from having absolutely no control over a situation. It was our fourth night out and I had wanted to stop to camp a few hours earlier, but it was dark and the rain was showing no signs of letting up. Our glasses were steamy with fog, and we couldn't see anywhere reasonable to make camp in the constant rain and deep, dark forest. Liz had insisted on looking for a more suitable location than the one I had suggested earlier. I had agreed, thinking that if we just waited long enough, surely the rain would stop and the sky would clear. Stars would come out and making camp would be so much easier. Although tired, I wasn't totally exhausted at that point, and pushing on had seemed like a good idea. Until I just couldn't go any further.
Eventually weariness also got the better of Liz and we settled on a flat pull out with an old fire ring. We disagreed on where precisely to set up the tarp. I feared that the viney, three-leafed plant that was covering the ground in places was poison oak. I may have just been sleep-drunk or loopy from the fatigue, but I was not willing to risk bedding down with toxic foliage. We squabbled briefly before I gave in to the exhaustion and allowed my mind to shut off and my eyelids to fall closed.
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There might be toxicondron radicans growing on the margins of this clearing.
I doubt that there is a soul reading this that won't look back on 2020 as a life-defining year. This is the kind of year that makes a demarcation line in our lives: from now on, there will be memories of life before and life after 2020. Whether its the virus or the election or the fires, this year is going to be an historic one. For Liz and I, we were both fighting to make some sort of silver lining or at least a happy memory in a year that would otherwise be remembered with angst. We had each set our sites on the XWA (Cross Washington), a bikepacking race that spans roughly 700 miles from the Pacific Ocean to the Idaho border. It was postponed to September due to the pandemic. And then, days before the rescheduled start, an entire town, Malden, WA, pop. 203, burned to the ground, along with several sections of the trail on the XWA route. Combine that with the toxic air from ongoing fires raging in California, Oregon and Washington and the race director made the only call he could. There would be no XWA 2020.
Although it seems petty to whine about our race being cancelled when so many folks have just lost everything, its also human nature to mourn our own losses more than those of others. I had been preparing for the XWA race for over a year. Liz and I both felt like we'd lost something, but we would not take this one laying down. We hastily plotted our escape from the smoke filled skies and pointed the van towards the Olympic Peninsula. Although it was unhealthy while we made our plans, the air was predicted to be better out on the peninsula than anywhere else in two days.
PictureLiz rides under a smokey sun
We found a viable route on a XWA forum called the GCOR (Gravel Circumnavigation Olympic Route). It boasted a loop of about 450 miles with 40,000 ft of elevation. We decided to  be open to exploration and side trips. After all, we weren't racing.
Our first two days were pleasant in every way. We found a good deal of excellent singletrack. We spent some time with Tom and Donna at the Bike Garage in Port Angeles. Tom looks like a pirate but knows his way around bikes and the trails on the peninsula. His sister, Donna, is delightful and rides her townie to the bike shop everyday with her friendly pooch in the handlebar basket.
The air was initially hazy and smelled like a stale campfire, but it was dry and temperatures were mild. Liz and I happened upon an emu farm and munched on "Free Ground Apples." We conversed a great deal about not very much at all while we settled into the glorious pace of riding, eating, riding, eating and sleeping.  We shared deep secrets. We ate a lot of gas station junk food, which tasted absolutely amazing, hunger, being the best sauce, after all.
Eventually though, the fact that we were riding through a rain forest would have to catch up with us.
When we pulled into Forks on our third day, we were remarking on how clean and delicious the air smelled. Soon after that, the rain began as a light drizzle. I figured it couldn't last any longer than the next climb or descent. My blind optimism on the bike lead me to falsely believe that we would gradually climb and be above the clouds and out of the rain soon. Or, worst case scenario, we would have to ride through the rain, but in about 10 miles or so, we would be through it. Well, I was wrong. The drizzle intensified and persisted.
One night out in the rain makes for a good story. Two days in constant rain whilst bikepacking can be a test of character and friendship. Our feet had long since turned white and macerated and SMELLY. Every time I got out of the saddle to mash on the pedals, there would be a warm and wet squish inside my shoes. Liz's ultra-light rain jacket was dreadfully soaked through and water was running down her arms. My cheap rain pants were drenched to the point of being little more than extra weight. There was nothing that could keep our hands dry. We tried Gore-tex mittens, nitrile exam gloves and finally, simple bare hands on the slippery grips. The air was saturated with water which made it impossible to keep our sleeping bags from taking on some of the moisture when we finally had to stop to camp for the night. We were grateful that there wasn't a cold snap to contend with, but I wouldn't ever describe the Olympic Peninsula as a particularly warm place.
In the morning after that tumultuous and soggy fourth night, we reminisced about our mutually craptastic night's sleep and quickly forgot about our brief quarrel. Liz and I have had some dramatic struggles in the past and we were both a bit trepidatious about surviving the trip with our friendship intact. The challenging conditions certainly weren't helping matters. 
We did earn a respite on the coast. The wonderful thing about touring is that you can take your sweet time. We stopped and explored tidepools and looked for sea glass. I went for a short jog on the beach in order to get out to see anemones in tide pools before the surf came in, racing the high tide. Despite spending plenty of time on ocean beaches, I'd never had the chance to climb about a rocky shore like on the Olympic Peninsula coast. It was eerily beautiful and a welcome change from the hyper-green, dense forests. The trees along the coast were straight out of a Dr Seuss book!

Anemone
The Lorax inspired trees
The rain gradually let up as we pedaled east and further from the coast. I found several swimming holes and insisted on jumping into each of them. My rationale to Liz was hygiene, but honestly I just can't resist a dip in crystal clear waters. The sun came out near the top of one of our longest climbs, mid afternoon on our fourth day. We paused our steady ascent to devour leftover soggy burritos and cracker crumbs while attempting to dry out the tarp and our stinky socks. It felt incredibly invigorating to feel the warm sun again after those damp and overcast days. Fortune smiled at us and our last night out was mild and dry. The air quality was faintly smokey, with a hint of the salty and humid Puget Sound. We were camped in a state park above the tidelands on the eastern side of the peninsula and things felt very different. Pitching a tarp in a campground was downright luxurious after the previous two nights. There were bathrooms. The ground was flat. The spiders were polite. No poisonous plants. Life was good.
We made it back to the van on our fifth day and shared a lukewarm beer and aired out our feet while smiling and enjoying that good, tired feeling that you only get when you've survived mental and physical exhaustion for several days in order to return to perfect comfort.
My happy dance when we elected to side trip onto some singletrack from this trailhead we came across on day one.
Our first night's camp
Who knew emu's were so friendly?
Dr Seuss flora on the coast
The locals had strong feelings regarding cyclists on the 101
Cruising along the tidelands
#sluglife
Ride stats:
Mileage: 374
Feet of climbing: 32,870
Riding time: approx 38 hours
Animals seen: 1 seal, 5 emu, countless kamikazee frogs, 12 friendly slither noodles, 1 million slugs, 1 hairy spider, a dozen anemones
8 Comments
Troy Hopwood link
9/24/2020 04:28:25 pm

Hope to see you two back here in 2021 for XWA's return.

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Leigh
9/27/2020 08:08:34 am

I hope so too!

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KDavid
9/25/2020 06:35:42 am

+1 for slither noodles!! :-) Meanwh, while my biking near Mazama, we encountered one slither noodle with the "rattle-tail" option! Thanks for the great write up. 👍

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Leigh
9/27/2020 08:09:38 am

Yikes! I didn't know there were danger noodles near Mazama- how's the biking up there, btw?

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KDavid
9/27/2020 11:11:28 am

Biking was nice up there, esp closer to Winthrop. I would recommend the Chewuch Valley Road & Trail. Very nice quiet ride and quite scenic. We saw the danger noodle on a ride closer to Mazama though.

Jen Cowgill
9/25/2020 07:07:34 pm

Awesome trip! I enjoyed the recount of your experience!

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Leigh
9/27/2020 08:10:36 am

Thanks Jen. Hoping to have a similar write-up after we knock out the Divide in 2021 🤞

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