So yesterday, I left SoCal bound to Seattle for a few weeks of work and if I got lucky, a little bit of play. Of course there is a mountain bike involved. I decided that the 6.6 would make this trip with me. It is the first time I have flown with this bike and I was a little surprised when I went to put it into my handy dandy bike box. It did not fit! Being a long wheelbased bike both the bottom of the fork and back of the rear triangle were pushed against the ends of the box and flaring it out a little. This was not the way I wantws to travel with this thing. After many permutations, I finally had to take the fork out of the frame and lay it next to the down tube.
After this the rest of the box packing when smooth. Now there was absolutely no way to keep this bike and box under 50 pounds and avoid the overweight charge. So I put a bunch of other stuff in there as well to get my money’s worth.
The flight went as planned and I was surprised to see awesome weather in Seattle. Sunny and in the upper 60s, low 70s. Freaking killer. From the airport I went right to the job site, and did all my start day stuff: Check-in with folks, chase down equipment that was shipped here, smooze and talk up with the folks I will be working with the for the next three weeks, yada yada yada…. Several times when I was walking between buildings I was thinking this is too awesome of a day in Seattle to be working. Surprising enough, before I knew it all of the stuff I needed to do and pretty much everything I could get done that day, was done.
I get back to my hotel and looking out the window I could not help but think, man the sun is mighty high in the sky for this time of day. Then it dawned on me, the further north you are in summer the longer the days are. Cool, I might just have enough time to squeak in a ride. So off I went to whip the bike back together. Before long, the big was built back up and I was rolling away from the hotel towards a perspective trail I had got some e411 on a few months back.
Well what do you know, there was a trail after all and I was surprised that it was not at all bad. While on the short side, it was still dirt. Dirt that I had not planned on being on today. After riding this trail, I decided to poke around the various neighborhood streets.
I was once again surprised when I managed to find a few neighborhood trails that meandered through the woods between the various streets and neighborhoods. It was nothing you would want to drive but it was an incredible spring day full of sunshine, blooming flowers, green woods and I was on singletrack. What a killer surprise.
When I got back to the hotel room there was still some daylight left in the day. I was once again surprised when it did not get dark until around eight. You gotta love the northern lattitudes heading into summer. This was a mighty fine start to this trip.