Both sides now

Today I rode the Horribly Hilly Light. With only five weeks to go until the real thing, it was time to climb some hills. A mere 35 miles, but five nasty climbs. You know it will be a fun day when Pinnacle Road is not the hardest.

Sutcliffe Road has a steep side and a steeper side. The first time I remember climbing the steeper side I was side-by-side with Duke. My lungs were ready to burst. My legs had little left to give. I decided that, if Duke wasn’t giving up, neither was I. I looked over at him. Breathing was hard enough that there was no wind available to waste on words. We made it over the top. This was definitely Type II fun. It was only much later that we discussed that ride, and Duke told me he looked over at me with the same thought.

Some time after that, all of the organized rides that climbed Sutcliffe did it from the “easy” side. I hadn’t been up the harder side in a long time.

I needed some new shoes, and my favorite shoe store is out in Black Earth. That’s a long way to go just for shoes, so I rolled the bike into the van and drove to Black Earth to do the Wednesday Night Black Earth Ride. The first climb out of the valley is up the “easy” side of Sutcliffe. Piece of cake. The steep downhill is where I have hit 50 mph in the past. In my book, 40 mph is fun, 45 is exciting, 50 is scary. Today I kept it below 50 (I presume, not having a speedometer on this bike). It was fun and a bit exciting.

Zwettler Road gets steep at the very end. Doable, but not easy. Pinnacle is long and hard with a few false summits along the way. I had to ask myself a couple of times if I was okay. No dizziness, but heart and lungs at the red line. Over the top and a chance to catch my breath on the descent. Then a long rolling section along Blue Ridge before another descent into a valley – one I had ridden Sunday. The turn into Knight Hollow leads to the next climb.

An All-Star band including David Grisman, Bela Fleck, Jerry Douglas, Stuart Duncan, Jack Lawrence

Roelke Road sneaks up on you. You’re cruising along and turn right to go straight up. It is short enough that there are no switchbacks. What looks like the top isn’t, as there is a left-hand bend and then a little more; but I knew that, so it was okay. Now I was down to one big climb. Lacking an odometer, and with no cell service in the steep hills and deep hollows to check my position on a map, I managed to miss a turn. I found myself on the steeper side of Sutcliffe for the first time in years.

I could have turned around and looked for the turn I missed, but what’s the fun in that? It might have been nice to be on the lighter bike with lower gears, but that’s life. This was the bike I climbed it on before. So we’re both 20 years older. Who cares? I accepted that I might walk, or stop for a breather, without Duke by my side. I don’t know if I’ve ever walked up a hill except with a loaded touring bike, so I did what any sane person would do. I rode up and over the hill without stopping. I’ve looked at Sutcliffe Road from both sides now; and in the same day.

Written by Joni Mitchell, but first recorded by Judy Collins

Back into Black Earth and it was time for some shoes.

“Hey papa! We’re walking in a winter wonderland!”

Overheard from a toddler in a stroller talking to his dad.

Photo by Phil Brinkman, Wisconsin State Journal

I skied across the lake to Olbrich Park, home of this seasonal labyrinth, made from donated Christmas trees by artist Lillian Sizemore. That’s where I met the toddler and the dad.

Center of labyrinth

The installation included a “tree museum”, made infamous by Joni Mitchell in the song “Big Yellow Taxi”.
“You take all the trees
Put ’em in a tree museum.
Ya charge the people
A dollar and a half just to see ’em.”

There was no charge for this tree museum, but it included a selection of trees commonly used as Christmas trees in these parts, each with a card explaining where the tree is native, how long it can live, and how tall it will grow. They included Scotch and White Pine; Canaan, Frasier, Balsam, and Douglas Fir; Norway, Colorado Blue, and Red Spruce; and Arborvitae.

Meanwhile, as I got off my bike after work, I heard a commotion in the hydrangeas. It wasn’t Mary Hatch from “It’s a Wonderful Life”. It was a Peregrine falcon with a mouse in its talons, tearing through the dried canes and trying to get airborne again. It was maybe ten feet from me. It did not share the snack.

Mary Hatch in the hydrangeas from “It’s a Wonderful Life”

Lake Geneva Winterfest

The winterfest in Lake Geneva (no, Martha, not that Lake Geneva) is over, but that just means the crowd was smaller to look at the snow sculptures. The snow here has been too cold and fluffy for sculpting, so I have no contributions of my own except the photos. The gallery images sometimes get cropped by your browser, so click to open in fullscreen.

“Babies” – Two babies fighting over a pacifier
“Look at Dat Der Buck, Eh” – Yah, we really talk like dat here, or at least up nort we do.
“Roaring Peace” – little girl and lion
“Time” – detail of face
“When Grief Takes Wing, Love Remains” – lily
“There be Dragons Here”

There were also ice sculptures. On the shady side of the street they were still in pretty good shape.

$2/hour to park, or drive out on the lake and park with the fishers for free.

The Park is OPEN

The biggest area of local parkland is now open for the season. One catch – there is no land.

kite skating

It is a beautiful winter day…27 degrees (-3 C), a light breeze, and lots of sun. Since there is very little snow on the lake, no need for sunglasses. Sunday there was an iceboat regatta, dozens of skaters and ice fishers, a few people out walking, and one person riding a bike across the lake. A few skaters used hand-held sails (to which I was introduced by my uncle about 60 years ago) and several had kites or parasails.

ice boat about to set sail

The breeze was from the north, so I didn’t notice it walking to the lake, nor on the shore. Once out on the ice, it was a tailwind, so I didn’t notice it until I crossed the lake (about 1.5 miles plus a bit of meandering around snow patches) and turned around to skate home. On the other side, I stopped to take a picture of the boat above. Seconds later, the sailor appeared and set sail, as shown below.

Setting sail

According to the Four Lakes Ice Yacht Club, some boats can achieve speeds of 5 times the wind velocity and Skeeter class boats have been known to exceed 100 mph (160 km/h). Water offers little resistance when it is frozen. We spoke of covering skin when biking in the winter – at 100 mph there is always a wind chill.

The second video (drone video of Sunday’s regatta) is by Deb Whitehorse, widow of Ho-Chunk artist and iceboat designer/builder Harry Whitehorse. We have mentioned him in these pages before.

Image from Sculpture by Harry Whitehorse

Out on the ice, it’s pretty quiet. The only motorized conveyances are the 6-wheeled ATVs the fishers use to haul their equipment onto the ice. No permanent shanties are allowed on this lake, so folks carry pop-up shanties along with an ice auger and something to sit on (plus fishing gear and food/beverage). Some walk and drag a sledge, others drive.

Otherwise, it’s the wind, the sounds of blades carving paths along the ice, and the echoing booms of the ice shifting. That sound takes a bit of getting used to, especially if it happens close by.

Skateable ice is a rarity. If the lake freezes on a cold, clear, still night, the ice is great. If it’s particularly cloudy/foggy, the ice won’t be as smooth. If it’s windy, the ice won’t be as smooth. If it snows the night it freezes, the ice mixes with snow to create a lousy surface. There may be great ice, but it’s cold enough for only the hardiest to want to go out. There may be great ice for a day or two, which is then buried under a snowfall. Freeze/thaw cycles will cause the snow to mix with the surface of the ice, ruining it for the rest of the season.

A day like this means get out while the getting is good. The last year with skateable ice that lasted, it was so clear and so cold that the ice was totally transparent. I could see the bottom. I could see fish. I had to hope to skate over a crack so I could see how thick the ice was. It was eerie, and I turned back before I got across the lake. This year, while the ice is dark, there are enough air bubbles to tell I’m on thick ice and not a thin film over water. It has more of the frosty appearance of ice cubes made in your home freezer and not the total transparency of store-bought ice.

Joni Mitchell, skating on our other lake, from the photo session for the album “Hejira”. Photo by Joel Bernstein

Joni Mitchell famously skated on Lake Mendota for a photoshoot for her album “Hejira”. The woods in the background are Picnic Point. This is the “other lake” from the one I skated today (1/17). If it’s still nice Sunday (1/23), I’ll skate there to watch the next regatta. Meanwhile I may make a trial skate to work (maybe a hundred yards out of the frame to the left above) to see how long it takes and maybe add another form of transportation to my commute.

On a prior album, she sang about skating:

On the album “Hejira” she sang “Furry Sings the Blues”. Rather than that song, I’ll leave you with Furry himself – Furry Lewis – nothing but Furry and his guitar. He has recorded this a few times, but this is the version that introduced me to his work.

Addendum: The regatta was postponed for a week due to drifting snow that hardened, making sailing dangerous. As of bedtime Saturday, it is snowing, and I just shoveled the first couple of inches. And with new snow falling, skating on the lake is probably over for the year. The regatta will likely be postponed again, if not canceled. We’re in a drought and about 15 inches behind on snow for the season, so that’s a good thing…but I was hoping to skate to work. I’ve commuted to this job by walking, skiing, biking, bussing, carpooling, and driving. Skating would have been a nice addition.