I had a gathering to attend today out at Henry Hagg Lake, so I thought I’d be clever and work in a bike ride while also saving the gas for the drive and the $5 entrance fee. I thought I had it all planned out, and that it would be no worse than the fourteen miles I used to ride to my old job. Sadly, I hadn’t quite worked up to that level again yet. I didn’t ride all the way from my house. I took the bus to the end of the line out in Forest Grove and rode from there. At least I was smart enough to do that.
I think from what I mapped on MapMyRide.com it was only a 13-mile ride, which I should have been able to manage without too much difficulty. Factors not in my favor were the heat, the elevation change (looks like it was more than 200 feet, and if you’ve never ridden hills, let me tell you they are a special kind of agony) and insufficient hydration, especially in this heat. Once I started drinking more I started feeling a lot better, but I admit I did have to walk up some hills. Oh well. I am never going to like riding hills.
Along the way on Highway 47 is a bison ranch where they raise these animals like cattle for their meat. This was the only stop I made before entering Henry Hagg Lake Park.
So here’s the lake. Not sure exactly how many miles it is around the lake, I think I covered about half of it.
It was very hot today here, and I am happily resting on my couch in my air-conditioned house as I write this. And I got a ride home as I’m sure I’d never have made it on the bike. I tried to load up a short video I took with my camera but apparently I have to pay for a video upgrade on WordPress and that’s not really in the budget just now, sorry.
There were a suprising number of butterflies out there, and one almost landed on me when I had stopped to take the above photo of the lake. There was another woman stopped on her bike at the same time taking photos or videos with her phone. She was pulling one of those little trailers people put children in, but as I rode by on my way I noticed she didn’t have a child in there, she had her dog. Looked like a Jack Russell Terrier (y’know, Wishbone?). We commented on the lovely view and wished eachother a good ride. That’s one of the things I love about cycling, most other cyclists will be very friendly and helpful.
Along with the butterflies the place was loaded with enormous crows, and one of these guys flew past while we were sitting in the picnic area.
I wasn’t fast enough to get his picture so I had to borrow this one. Striking birds, kingfishers. They’re not big, but they are quite flashy.
Anyway, I probably won’t be able to sit on the bike again for a week.