|Greg, Barbi, Al and Emma on Northern Drive|
An early start today, to beat the heat. Perhaps it was the wrong map, or a miscommunication, but somewhere along the route, after I was already halfway ‘round the mountain, we were suddenly going to ride over Fern Ridge.
What happened to Old Holley Road?
I spent Northern Drive desperately chugging down gummy-drop-nutrition-thingies, in a last ditch effort to stave off the dreaded bonk that would surely ensue somewhere on the ascent of Fern Ridge.
|Northern Drive, Brownsville|
It was suggested by one rider that we could turn back and still catch Old Holley Road, but of course no one would actually be the first to turn back down the hill. We would have all followed. Really we would. But no. Up we go.
|Al, Emma and Greg at the top of Fern Ridge - Whew!|
I’m happy to say I had a pretty good climb and the gummy-drop-nutrition-thingies did their job. It was a successful no-bonk climb. The view on top is lovely. Mt Jefferson majestically glowed on the horizon. Or was that one of the Three Sisters?. Ah well, some mountain looking majestic … you get the idea.
|Mt Jefferson in the distance|
Now the good stuff. The descent. Woo-hoo. Only video can do justice to a downhill run. Alas I only do stills. We stopped at Art’s place to say hello, pet the dogs, and refill water bottles. Nothing left but a flat few miles back to Lebanon.
—1775 elev. gain.
—12.5 Average. Stop chuckling! That’s a good number for me on a hill climbing day.