White Pass and Mt St Helens

22/8/18.  Jake’s father took the hikers back to where they had finished on Monday morning and they set off into the wilderness for two days before they crossed a road again at a place called White Pass where there is a convenience store and gas station, a small hotel and some ski lifts. At the moment there is also a large tented village with food and sanitation trucks for the firefighters who are battling a couple of wildfires in the area.

We had arranged to meet Eleri there so that we could hand over the rest of her supplies (after White Pass it is 5 days’ walk to the next resupply point) and her replacement shoes which were due to be delivered to Cascade Locks on Monday. We had a lovely scenic drive up the Columbia Gorge, picking the shoes up on the way, before turning north into the Yakama Indian Reservation and the Yakima River valley where 75% of the US’s hops are grown.

At the town of Yakima we joined the White Pass Scenic Byway and climbed up through the forested Tieton valley to the eponymous pass which is at 4,500 feet where we hoped to meet Eleri either late the next afternoon or the following morning. We found a basic campsite (drop toilets, no running water but only $8) which was almost empty but could not really be described as “quiet” given its proximity to the road which has a significant number of large trucks passing along it. We read the next day that the road was only completed in 1951 – amazing for a road designated US12.

After checking out the convenience store at the pass we headed down the road for a day of sightseeing. Along the way there were a couple of viewpoints at which we stopped. The first looked north west to Mt Rainier, the highest mountain in Washington state at 14,400 feet and considered one of the world’s most dangerous volcanoes. With visibility impaired by the smoke from the fires we could just see the mountain and the many glaciers at its summit and it looked impressive. It must be doubly so when visibility is good.

The second viewpoint faced the Palisades, a rocky cliff formed thousands of years ago when hot lava was suddenly chilled and cooled into hexagonal columns. It, too, was stunning.

We then headed for Mt St Helens which erupted in 1980 when more than 500 million tons of ash and smoke poured out of the ground killing more than 50 people. Vegetation is only slowly returning to the area to the north of the volcano and a lake at the foot of the mountain still has a huge number of trees flaring in it – the aftermath of a “tidal wave” which reached 800 feet up the surrounding slopes when a large part of the mountain slid into the lake. The surface of the lake is still 200 feet higher than it was before the eruption!  We found the whole story jaw dropping.

The next day the atmosphere was even more smokey with visibility even more impaired and a much stronger smell everywhere. After breakfast we emptied all of our belongings, including the bikes, from the car into the tent in case we were required to provide taxi services because the trail coming from the south was diverted away from the fires and emerged onto the road 3 or 4 miles down the hill. We knew that several of the people Eleri was walking with (she is currently in a group of six) had posted boxes of food and other supplies to the convenience store to save carrying them part of the way so they had to get to the Pass.

After checking that they were not already at the store we drove down to the point where the alternative route emerged and sat down to wait. After a couple of hours a hiker appeared and we offered him a lift to the store which he gratefully accepted.

After returning to the spot and waiting another half an hour for Eleri we spotted another couple of hikers getting out of a car. One of them shouted “Are you English and are you waiting for your daughter?”

It turned out that she had taken a different alternative route and spent the night in a small town another 20 miles down the road. She then hitched a lift, stopped at the point we had been waiting when we were doing the Good Samaritan thing and then gone on to the Pass whilst we were driving back down!

When we finally met up there was another round of hugs and parental purchasing of provisions for the offspring, followed by a couple of hours waiting for her friends to make their way up from the town.

All too soon it was time to wave them on their way again. We hope to meet them again tomorrow when the trail crosses another road about 25 miles away.

It turns out that the decision not to wait until Eleri reaches Canada before springing the surprise was an excellent one, as the last 20 miles of the trail are closed because of more fires there and it is not possible to walk into Canada. The hikers are all praying for rain in the coming days in the hope that it will be reopened in time for them to complete the trail.

Surprise, Surprise

19/8/18. As you may have seen from the previous post we are on the West Coast of the US to give our daughter Eleri a big surprise. She has been walking the Pacific Crest Trail from the Mexican border to Canada since early April and is now on the last stretch.

Back in February, when our house in Surrey was on the market but not yet sold, we had the idea that we could meet her as she finished the Trail but, because we didn’t know when she would finish, we had a problem.  She had a start date and thought it would take about 5 months, so we decided to fly 3 weeks either side of her estimated target date of 5 September and make a long holiday of it with the bikes in British Columbia, Washington and Oregon.

We also thought it would be good fun to see her face when she finished the 2,650 mile hike and unexpectedly saw her parents at the same time. We just hoped that she wouldn’t be too shocked or embarrassed !

In the months that followed, whenever we spoke to her, it was mighty difficult not blurting out the secret. Agreeing to sell the house and moving out in May didn’t complicate matters. What did, however, was finding our new house and being unable to move in until 1 August – only 2 weeks before we were due to fly to Vancouver. But the flights were booked so we were going! If we hadn’t unpacked everything by then it would still be waiting for us when we got back at the end of September.

As things drew closer we began to have doubts about delaying the meeting until Eleri was at the end and so made the decision to hire a car and drive to wherever she was straight after we arrived on the West Coast.

The flight was, thankfully, unremarkable other than being the first time either of us had flown on an Airbus 380 (the enormous double decker jobs) and was followed by a bus trip (courtesy of the American rail company, Amtrak) to Seattle the next day. We had a night in a most odd hotel – the address was 605½ (similar to Platform 9¾ in the Harry Potter books) Main St – which we discovered subsequently is a Historic Monument because it was a boarding house catering for Japanese immigrants saying dating back to 1910. It has been preserved in the same state as when the Japanese were rounded up and sent to camps following Pearl Harbour. An authentic 1940’s experience with creaky bedsprings, ancient sinks and bathroom down the hall!

Then we picked up a car and headed for Portland, Oregon, because Eleri had just crossed into Washington state and was spending a couple of nights in a very small town called Cascade Locks, where there was a “show” for hikers at the weekend.

The next problem was how to locate her without calling her and letting her know we were in town! On her phone she had an app which showed her location when she was in a place  with a phone signal and this showed her to be at the western end of the long, narrow town. So on the Saturday morning we arranged on WhatsApp to have a “chat” with her in an hour’s time and headed of down the interstate to Cascade Locks. She had said she was going for breakfast so we found a diner in the vicinity of her location and there she was in the breakfast queue!

As you can see from the video it was a complete surprise for her and rather an emotional one for all three of us. She had thought a couple of things we had said recently were a little odd (nothing new there, then!) but had dismissed the thought while we were a little stunned that we had pulled it off! The group who she was with all seemed impressed with our feat and Eli, an Australian, said he was going to send a photo of the three of us to his parents asking when they were coming!

We spent the rest of the day with Eleri looking round the show (only small – she was grateful as the last thing she wanted to do was a lot of walking) and going for a drive up the very pretty Columbia River Gorge.

On Sunday we met up with Eleri and her friends for breakfast again but this time in Portland as Jake’s father (they are from Oregon) had given them a lift into town so they could go shopping for equipment at a big camping store and food supplies in somewhere larger than the small convenience stores in most trail towns.

We’re in the US Again!

We’ve come over to the West Coast of the US to meet up with our daughter Eleri who is walking the Pacific Crest Trail (2,650 miles from the Mexican border to the Canadian border!) Although we booked the flights back in February, we managed to keep it secret from her. This video (apologies for the rubbish camerawork but Stephen makes no claim to be an expert and he was rather caught up in the moment) shows the meeting in a diner in Cascade Locks on the Oregon/Washington border.

Homeward Bound

20/7/18. The hills of the Neckar Valley end at Heidelberg and the river flows another 20 or 30 km across the Rhine valley floor to its confluence with its much larger and more famous cousin. It goes through a series of suburbs/dormitory towns of Mannheim before ensuring entering the city itself and the bike route becomes quite uninteresting – so much so that neither of us could be fussed to do the last 3 or 4 km. So we turned off through the centre towards the campsite on the banks of the Rhine to the south of the city and, once past the station, entered a very pleasant wooded area.


The campsite was excellent for one so close to the centre of a major city and was also convenient for the station from which we would be taking the train to Belgium the next day. There was a cafe next to the site and, when we went for a drink that evening, we were amazed at the number of people enjoying a pizza and a beer looking out over the river in the warmth of the setting sun.

On Friday we took a series of 6 trains from Mannheim via Mainz, Cologne, Aachen, Brussels and Ghent to de Panne – the last town on the Belgian coast before France. Because of bike restrictions (and also having bought the cheapest tickets) in Germany we were restricted to regional trains rather than the faster Inter City Expresses and so it was past 8 o’clock before we arrived at the campsite in de Panne, which was one we had used 2 years ago when riding home from Berlin along the Baltic and North Sea coasts.

In case you are wondering why we had chosen come to this obscure little town (!) it was because it is relatively convenient for the ferry from Dunkerque to Dover and meant that we could avoid French trains which are not very bike friendly and would have required us going via Paris with an inevitable change of stations and at far greater cost!

Tomorrow we have a 30 km ride to the ferry and then is back to Blighty!

…Quite Quick, Stop!

18/7/18. Well, we didn’t quite complete the “Slow, Slow, Quick, Quick, Slow” sequence primarily due to the spacing of campsites (but the temperature and our attitude played their parts too!)

Tuesday took us 54 km from Heilbronn to Eberbach through a succession of pretty little towns and villages situated wherever the hills pulled back a little from the river banks. In between the views were even more lovely than the previous day and every so often there was a large barge or a river cruise boat to provide additional interest.

The campsite in Eberbach could not have been more convenient for the cycle route – the gate was at least 10 metres off to the right! We took a pitch right on the river bank with views of the old town and surrounding hills on the other side. The only slight downside with the site was the absence of Wi-Fi.

As it was only mid afternoon we wandered over the bridge to have a look around the town and to investigate train fares and times for the trip to Heidelberg that we were planning for the next day. (We were only a day’s ride from the end of the Neckar bike route where it flows into the Rhine at Mannheim providing we did not stop to look around Heidelberg on the way and, anyway, there were no campsites around the city famed for its ancient university – a similar age to Oxford and Cambridge.)

Heidelberg was half an hour’s train ride from Eberbach and, while the ticket for one person seemed expensive at €18 return, a ticket for two was only an extra €4. We were both very impressed by the city, particularly when we took the funicular railway up to the castle and wandered around the gardens. The views over the city, the river, the hills and out to the much wider and flatter Rhine valley were stunning.

Slow,Slow, Quick…

16/7/18. (It remains to be seen whether we complete the above sequence with a “…Quick, Slow”)

With the train arriving back in Tübingen (where we had left the Neckar Valley bike route to go to the Bodensee) at lunchtime it was probably an ambitious target to make the first campsite downriver since it was more than 60 km away. With the heat building up through the afternoon and Christine’s legs “blocked” by a week off the bike it proved to be too much and she started to wilt. After a couple of stops to cool off in the shade we decided that a hotel in Köngen or Wendlingen am Neckar (twin towns either side of the river) was the sensible option. At the fourth time of asking we found a hotel that was both open and had a room but of course it was the most expensive looking one!

Christine crashed out at about 5.30 and slept until 8 the next morning other than rousing herself for half an hour to eat a pretzel and take a drink of apple juice mid evening.

In the morning she still felt tired! After a couple of hours sitting still for her “pill day” we set off just before the final check out time of 11 o’clock and headed for the campsite which was about 30 km away in Stuttgart. Although the sun was shining when we set out the clouds started to roll in and, by the time we reached the campsite in Stuttgart 2½ hours later (having passed at least three Mercedes factories – Stuttgart is the company’s headquarters), the forecast thunderstorm looked very imminent.

With reception shut for lunch we were tempted to put up the tent and check in afterwards but we’re dissuaded from doing so by man who was very insistent that “ Reception opens at 2 o’clock”. A few spots of rain were falling by the time we had paid our fees and were “legal” campers so we rushed to get the tent up and were just in time before the heavy stuff arrived. Luckily it only lasted for 15 minutes or so.

The showers continued throughout the afternoon and night (but without thunder) and the clouds were still looming when we set off on Monday morning. The initial part of the route was OK being off road but it passed through an industrial and unattractive part of Stuttgart, but once we left the city behind us the river meandered its way through some steep sided valleys covered with vineyards. Who knew that this was a wine producing region? We certainly didn’t! It was all rather lovely.

Gradually the clouds were burnt off and the sun started to warm things up. However, we made good time thanks to some long shaded stretches and the gentle downward slope. (We’re heading downriver of course. There are no flies on us!) Naturally, the river’s meanders meant that we didn’t make as much progress as the crow flies (at one stage Stephen saw on his Garmin that our starting point was almost exactly half of the 54 km that we had cycled) but that’s not the point. And our intended destination campsite took account of the indirect, scenic route we were following.

It was nearing 6 o’clock when we reached the campsite but Christine in particular felt pretty pleased with herself for having achieved our joint longest day (other than the unloaded blast around Lake Constance) on this trip at 84 km. With the temperature having got close to 30° in the afternoon the showers (normal ones where the water flowed without having to hit a button every few seconds) were really, really welcome and we were more than ready for the usual pasta in tomato sauce washed down with a choice of apfelschörle and beer!

The Bodensee Again

13/7/18. When we arrived at the campsite in Fischbach, the same one that we used last summer, we found we were the only ones staying in the cyclists’ area and so we were able to take one of the prime spots right on the lakeside. There was no sign of a large family of ducks like last year (there was an “army”of 18 ducklings following their mother around). Instead there was a swans nest about 5 metres from our tent with a mother and two cygnets. The father seemed to think his role was limited to offshore protection patrols.

With two full days before the ”kids” arrived we decided to have one lazy day and one energetic one. The showers on Thursday morning were sufficiently heavy to deter even Stephen so the bike ride around the lake was deferred to Friday. He just lounged around the tent reading and listening to podcasts all day while Christine combined similar “activities” with a walk into Immenstaad to pick up food.

A heavy thunderstorm that evening did not augur well for the bike ride next day. Christine was amazed when Stephen fell asleep at about 8 o’clock despite the extremely loud drumming of raindrops on the tent but he was briefly woken about 15 minutes later when there was the most enormous clap of thunder seemingly overhead.

The showers on Friday morning seemed a little lighter than Thursday and so we set off around the lake…

In opposite directions!

You may well ask “Why?”

Despite all our many, many years of cycling together we still ride at very different speeds. Stephen has managed to train himself to stop at various points such as the top of hills, public toilets and junctions when we’re not familiar with the route and might get separated. None of these applied this time as we were going on a circular route which we had both ridden several times before. In addition, Stephen wanted to go anti clockwise “Because we already always go clockwise” while Christine wanted to finish with the “pretty bit” through Meersburg, Hagnau and Immenstaat rather than alongside the busy main road from Friedrichshafen.

As it turned out we both made it all the way round (well, technically, not all the way round because we took a ferry between Constance and Meersburg cutting out the uninteresting northern part of the lake – but the Bodensee Radmarathon (= Lake Constance Cycle Ride) does the same every year so it is “allowed”, right?). It was between 125 and 130 km (depending on whose bike computer you looked at! Christine took a slightly shorter route around the Rhine delta because it is an exposed stretch and the weather was not looking good at the time)

And, since you ask, we did meet up! It was in Switzerland, close to the Austrian border. We were both rather surprised – Christine because it was just after her short cut and Stephen because his computer was showing only 65km compared to Christine’s 60km! (Additional motivation for the rest of the ride for him!!!!!)

The weather was much better in the afternoon and we both arrived back “home” well before dinner time (although Christine’s arrival was delayed somewhat by a celebratory ice cream sundae 10 km from the end!)

On Saturday we made our way to the flat we had rented in Lindau at the southern end of the lake and where we were joined by the newly-engaged Alaric and Annabelle and the Bahrain exiles Conal, Tamsin and Reuben. We’ll spare you the details of our week together other than to say we had a wonderful time and it was over too quickly! (And, of course, 7 month old Reuben was joint star of the show along with Annabelle’s new ring!

Down the Neckar

4/7/18. Although we had been pleasantly surprised at the quality of the cycle paths in Strasbourg they did have a tendency to fizzle out suddenly and signage was a little sketchy (perhaps because we didn’t know the names of the areas making up the city. Of course, as soon as we crossed the Rhine into Germany the infrastructure stepped up a notch, with cycle paths everywhere and signs to towns we could see on the map.  

We found our way to a nice little campsite near the town of Offenburg the only downside being the constant drone of traffic from the nearby autobahn while big positives were (a) the availability of cold beers and Apfelschörle (Christine’s favorite tipple of apple juice and fizzy mineral water) at reception and (b) decent toilets (sorry France, but you really do need to get your act together on toilets before you can truly be considered civilised!)

A short ride into town on Monday morning took us to the station where we caught the train up (altitude gain of 600 metres) into the Black Forest from where we intended cycling down the valley of the river Neckar to its confluence with the Rhine at Mannheim.

Arriving in Schwennigen we looked in vain for signs to the cycle route (we were as well prepared as ever!) but then spotted that the tourist information office was round the front of the station. A town map showed that we were actually on the route already and so off we set!

Initially it was downhill – in the first 10 km we descended more than 40 metres and only “climbed” 2 metres. However, as we approached the town of Rottweil (where we assume the name for Rottweiler  dogs comes from) the route started to go up the sides off the valley and also joined quite busy roads. Christine rapidly became ticked off at the amount of climbing. However, a few kilometres past the town we were back on quiet trails that (mainly) stuck to the valley floor passing under a spectacular bridge carrying the motorway from one side to the other high above us.

As we approached the town of Oberndorf we consulted Christine’s iPad to see where the campsite was located. A man wandered over and asked if we were lost. He told us to look out for the mini golf and ask at the kiosk which we duly did.

The campsite was similar to one that we had stayed at in another town in southern Germany when riding down the Danube 3 years ago. It was a small area hidden behind hedges and clearly intended only for cyclists and walkers there being no room for caravans, motorhomes or tents larger than those for 3 or maybe 4 people. There was a small toilet and shower facility attached to the cafe serving the mini golf which was locked once the cafe closed but we were given a key. It cost the princely sum of €5 post person and we were the only ones staying there! The local “yoof“ had decided that it would be a good location for a party but they didn’t seem to be a bad bunch, kept their distance and were relatively quiet. They even decided that 10 o’clock was time to call it a night so we had no real complaint.

We had told the man running the kiosk that we were expecting to leave between 9 and 10 o’clock so, with typical Germanic efficiency  he turned up promptly at 9 to pick up the key to the toilets even though his normal opening time was 9.30.

For the first time for, seemingly, weeks there were clouds in the sky when we set off and they became more threatening as the morning progressed. We reached the small town of Sulz and spotted a bookshop for the first time since we arrived in Germany and Christine made a beeline for it hoping to find a Bikeline book of the Neckar Valley bike route as she had been feeling bereft without a map on the top of her handlebar bag to follow our progress. Bikeline is an Austrian company that produces books of maps and route descriptions of cycle rides which fit perfectly in handlebar map cases. They are mainly in German (not a problem for Christine ) but the more popular routes are available in English and we highly recommend them as useful and helpful guides.

Success! (So Stephen thought it would be another case of “Happy wife means a happy life”!)

Just as Christine emerged from the shop clutching her book we felt a few spots of rain. They rapidly increased in intensity and so we rushed into the cafe next to the bookshop for shelter and caffeine/chocolate fixes.

Thankfully it was only a short, if heavy, shower and we were soon on our way again. The sun came out and by the time we reached our destination of Tübingen, home of one of Germany’s oldest universities founded in 1477, the ice creams from the campsite reception were definitely needed!

We spent the evening nattering to two British cyclists who were traveling extremely lightweight (no tent – just bivvy bags – and two sets of clothing – one for cycling, washed each night, and one for the evening) and then watching England play Columbia in the World Cup.Christine retired to the tent during extra time, unable to watch any more – but then followed progress on the BBC website! She felt she had suffered quite enough football disappointment already this season, and had no confidence the match would end successfully.

We spent this morning looking around Tübingen which, while beautiful in parts, didn’t strike us as particularly outstanding given our experience of Germany’s pretty towns. After that we made our way to the station where we had 1½ hours to wait for the slow train to Lake Constance. (We have decided to come a couple of days early before our sons and their families descend on us!)

Dieppe to Deutschland

1/7/18. Today was the day when we finally finished the crossing of France by cycling the few kilometres from the centre of Strasbourg to the The  Rhine and across a new bridge into Germany. But first Christine had her ‘pill day’ consisting of 2 hours sitting still before we headed to the cathedral where Stephen enjoyed a couple of coffees in a pretty square whilst Christine attended the morning service. She loved the stunning singing and organ playing in the beautiful old building.

It’s now a good time to reflect on the last 2½ weeks crossing France.

First and foremost, we have had a great time! We would thoroughly recommend the Marne valley and the Marne-Rhine Canal as a cycle route from Paris to Germany. Or even as a driving route.

It is almost two years since we were last in France, other than a couple of days in Alsace (not  “real” France quite yet, even though it is becoming less Germanic every time we visit) last year. We have visited old friends, Marie-Claire and Christian, and seen parts of the country, Champagne and Lorraine, which we haven’t been to before.

The weather has helped. We had drizzle on the first afternoon out of Dieppe and a few spots the next morning. Other than that we have had blue skies all the way and, although there have been a few moans about the wind (well, quite a lot really!) It has been good in keeping us cool when it might have become unbearably hot.

We have enjoyed the bread, the cheese and the wine. The French ambience has been great. We have found the campsites to be extremely reasonable but do fear for the future viability of some of them and most of them have toilets that leave something to be desired! (Why, oh why, do so many not supply seats and paper for goodness’ sake?)

The countryside has been generally pretty rather than spectacular, other than our brief foray into the Vosges, but we have enjoyed it. In fact it has been such a lovely cycle that Christine is already thinking how good it would be to do the ‘Velodyssey’, a cycle route from Brittany down the west coast to Spain. We passed many barges and boats and even a few cruises, but having looked at the prices will definitely stick to our bikes (>$6000 for a 6 night cruise through Champagne). We were delighted at the number of storks we saw, with the highlight being 8 in one field! We both enjoyed speaking French and felt we got more fluent the longer we were there. Now we have to suddenly flick a switch and change to German.

Tomorrow we intend to take the train up into the Black Forest, as one of us refuses to cycle up into the mountains!