Day 1 CDA to Spokane: Rollin on the River

After all the planning and preparation, the decisions and indecision, the first day of Iansride 2018 is finally here.  We piled into the van, drove to Independence Point in Coeur d’ Alene, ID to get this thing started.  The starting point for this year’s ride was thoughtfully chosen because of what it represents.  Iansride is very much a result of my pursuit to live my life with independence.  Eight years ago I was challenged by my good friend and fellow quad Todd to live an independent life to the fullest.  I can confidently say I am now living my life this way.  Todd and his wife Karen joined us as we began our long journey back home to Port Angeles.  Todd rode the first eleven miles with us, while Karen biked the first nineteen.   

Our route for today was beautiful as we followed the Centennial Trail along the Spokane River for most of the day.  The river was absolutely beautiful.  The water was an intense clear green.  The trail winds in and out of ponderosa pines.  Along the way we were treated to water falls, multiple osprey sightings, beautiful bridges, and many warm and welcoming people.  I was happy to find the trail was used by a variety of people; bikers, runners, walkers, strollers, and yes we saw many chairs out there too (#getoustide).

One of the simple pleasures that come from these events is seeing people I don’t get to see often.  Today around mile twenty five I met up with an old friend from my days back at UCSC, Keren.  Keren and her two kids met us along the trail and gave me and my team the emotional lift needed, which is much appreciated around the twenty fifth mile.  This also provided my team a moment to rest, eat something, and hydrate.  Considering that Jimmy ran the first nineteen miles, and Dr. B enjoys complaining, this was much appreciated.

The ride finished as we navigated our way through Spokane to finish with a total distance of 39.6 miles (63.8 km for you metric supporters).  The distance is significant, since this is the furthest I have ever gone in this chair.  I have done longer days, but that required the use of my backup chair.  For those of you nerds who want an update on the lithium battery, I was able to get twenty miles out of it today.  

We were all very impressed with Spokane.  We were able to move through the city with ease.  The views were amazing, and the people very helpful.  There is an overall charm the city holds with its mixture of old and modern architecture, and its ability to combine the beauty of nature with a functioning big city.

We wrapped up the day with our usual trip to a Brewery for food and BEERS.  This was much needed, because Jimmy took over the complaining from Dr. B.  Jimmy was the “I need a beer” equivalent to being “hangry.”  We met back up with Todd and Karen, and Keren and her family at No-Li Brewhouse.  The food and beers were tasty.  No-Li gave my team some awesome shirts, so we can all look our best on Day Two.

Time for rest and recovery.  Until tomorrow…

Prologue: Trip to the Start

We pulled out of the driveway, leaving a small crowd of friends and family, including sponsors Nelson & Boyd cheering us on with pom-poms and bubbles. Turning left on 101 we heard an odd rubbing noise coming from the right rear tire region. We unanimously and silently voted to ignore it and hoped it would go away. It didn't, squealing a little whenever we bottomed out over a bump in the road. We couldn't remember if the van had ever carried this much weight before: three adult bodies, two power chairs, four bikes and whatever is in the Yakima up top.

The universe tried to help lighten our load: looking back, there was a towel stuck to the bike handlebars, flapping in the wind. We pulled over to check the storage unit, but it was mysteriously still closed. No time for playing detective, we added some tie-downs to keep the thing shut. 

While we were stopped, we took a piece of one of the power chairs to use as a lever, wedging the offending part of the van frame away from the tire.

Then it started raining. We packed for sunny and 90 degrees, but discussed the fact that we’d left the rain gear at home. 

After a few hours, the skies turned blue,  the terrain beige and flat, and that rubbing squeal only interrupted the travelling music once every ten minutes or so. 

The blue sky gave way to a dingy taupe from the smoke of a thousand fires. The van was repeatedly attacked by tumbleweeds. 

Meanwhile Jimmy and Josh B were lounging at a brewery, apparently too thirsty to wait for us.We found them at the No-Li brewery and loaded their cheery selves into the van. The added weight made the van bottom out with greater frequency, even with all of us leaning to the left. Happily we arrived at our airbnb safely and unloaded the poor overburdened vehicle. 

We fueled up with dinner and beer at Manito Tap House in Spokane, where we were joined by good friends Todd and Karen who will begin the ride with us tomorrow. It's great to have the team together, and we are all excited for the adventures that await us!

Pre-Ride Jitters and Finalized Route

It's the night before departure and the reality of this thing is really hitting me. We've made list after list, trying to prepare for every possible contingency. Eventually you just have to leave it up to fate… I'm feeling really confident in our preparation and we've done everything we can to make this a success. The bags are packed, batteries are charged, chair is lubed, and our spirits are high. Here we come Eastern Washington!

We head towards Spokane in the morning where we will pick up three of my California friends that will be joining me all the way across our hot, smoky state. Josh Blaustein and Jimmy Quenelle will be flying up from the San Jose area to reunite with their bikes and begin razzing me. Ben Boyd hails from the Sacramento area and will be flying into Spokane, where he will pick up a very stylish 10 foot U-Haul and be an addition to our road crew. We should be quite the site. My third cyclist, Josh Sutcliffe, will be joining my mom and I in the van for the long drive over.

The canopy is looking way sturdier than those flimsy umbrellas. Thanks Diestco!

I've got mixed emotions now that the ride is finally upon us. I'm super happy and thankful that I can take a break from all the administrative aspects of planning and preparing for this event but I'm also quite nervous. There are so many concerns. Is my route over ambitious? Will my chair and skin hold up? Will smoke or fires force me off the planned route? Will the air-quality be a problem for me or my crew? Will the heat be too much for my paralyzed body? Will I let everyone down if I don't complete what I've set out to do? All of these things are swimming through my head, but I remember how wonderful it was having other people in chairs join me along my 2016 journey, the thanks I got from the bike community, and the messages I received encouraging me to keep it up. Thinking of all the positives that came from my last ride make me forget all my doubts and get me excited to start day one.

I'd like to mention, once again, why I'm attempting this harebrained journey. There’re three reasons. First, this is what I do.  I love long rides in my wheelchair. Today I completed my 648th consecutive day out riding on trails or roads. I did over 4700 miles last year.   That’s over 12 miles a day. I also loved bike touring before I became paralyzed, and this is a way I can reconnect with that passion. The second reason why I do this is to advocate for more safe, accessible, connected pathways for people with all abilities. Bicyclists, runners, moms with strollers, dog walkers, and so many others benefit from these connections. My brothers and sisters in wheelchairs can also benefit. Which brings me to my third reason, I want to encourage all people to GET OUTSIDE! We live in a world with so much natural beauty, way too often it's underappreciated and underrepresented. See what wildflowers are blooming, what migrating birds happen to be flying by, or just take a peek at your backyard garden. Find a way to connect with the natural world. It's what helped me find my solace after my injury and in general puts a smile on my face. I encourage others to try it for themselves.

Finally, I'd like to list my finalized route. It really hasn't changed much from the proposed route but we will be going a slightly different way from Snohomish to Edmonds. I'll mention it once again, we LOVE ride a longs! If anyone is interested in joining us for a few miles or the entire day, please contact me.

Overall Route: Coeur d'Alene to Port Angeles

Note: to see the whole route on one map, click the link above, scroll down on the left side of the screen, and click "show all on map".

Day One, August 12: Coeur d'Alene to Spokane

Day Two, August 13: Spokane to Davenport

Day Three, August 14: Davenport to Hesseltine

Day Four, August 15: Hesseltine to Whitmore Lookout

Day Five, August 16: Whitmore Lookout to Okanogan

Day Six, August 17: Okanogan to Winthrop

Day Seven, August 18: Winthrop to Bridge Creek

Day Eight, August 19: Bridge Creek to Newhalem

Day Nine, August 20: Newhalem to Darrington

Day Ten, August 21: Darrington to Getchell

Day Eleven, August 22: Getchell to Edmonds

Day Twelve, August 23: Edmonds to Discovery Bay

Day Thirteen, August 24: Discovery Bay to Home

A Tale of Two Mountains

There has been a lot of excitement around here, between preparing for the ride and attending some really cool events this August. This will be brief, and I'd like to focus on two events for this blog: Ride Ranier and Ride the Hurricane. Both were awesome in different ways.

Ride Ranier is a wonderful little event organized by myself and Marsha Cutting that draws a bunch of folks in wheelchairs up to the Paradise area of Mount Ranier to explore some of the accessible trails this national park has to offer. Last year, it was attended by 9 different chair users and this year we got up to 11. The trails we explored were not long, but they were challenging. Lots of steep climbs that are a bit difficult for manual chairs without assistance. We were always rewarded with incredible views from these steep climbs and being up on that mountain with other chair users is always so special. Everyone seemed to have a great time and we are looking forward to getting back up on Mount Ranier in 2019.

Enjoying a beautiful day on the mountain.

Me and dad.

Ride the Hurricane is a horse of a different color. This event is near and dear to my heart because it happens right here in my backyard on the road to Hurricane Ridge. Once a year, they close the entrance to Hurricane Ridge off to vehicles and allow thousands of cyclists to climb this 5200 foot mountain. For the past two years I have joined these cyclists and attempted to climb this beautiful mountain in my power chair. In 2017, I began the ride at the entrance gate to the Olympic National Park. From here it is a 12 mile ride to the summit with about 4000 feet of elevation gain. I was unsuccessful on my first attempt, making it a half a mile from the summit. I could hear the drums beating at the top and could see my destination, but the batteries would go no more. I was determined to reach the summit on my next attempt. On August 5 I had that opportunity.

Optimistic at the bottom of the hill.

I thought a lot about my first failed attempt and how I could ever reach the top. My solution was additional batteries. I purchased a lithium-ion battery for the ride from Idaho to Port Angeles and figured this would be the perfect time to test it out. With this additional battery on my back I was super confident (perhaps overconfident) I would achieve my goal. One small problem was that we had the new battery but not the charger for it. I assumed the battery was shipped with a pretty decent charge and hoped for the best. We started 5 miles lower than the previous year making it a 17-mile climb with just under 5000 feet of elevation ahead of us. I keep saying we… I should take a moment here to mention my trusty companion, Josh Sutcliffe. I'm super lucky to have someone on my team who is in good enough shape to jump on a bike and do a 5000 foot climb and stay lighthearted about it the whole time. He's a great friend.

We began the climb and everything looked great. Our spirits were up, our confidence was high, and the mountain was beautiful. The additional 5 miles we added on, turned out to be one of the steeper sections of the climb. It really wiped out some battery power. We were undeterred when we made it to our usual starting spot and just kept climbing. We switched over to lithium after 7 miles so we could see how well the new battery performed. My other batteries had started to slow down a bit and when I switched over my speed went right back up to 7 mi./h, my max speed. Much to the chagrin of Josh, we were flying up that hill! This continued for the next 5 miles. Then the chair stopped. I'm assuming the problem was lack of charge on the new battery and not underperformance by my new investment. We switched back to my main batteries which got me another 3 miles and then I was out of juice.

Chugging along.

We made it 15 miles and over 4000 feet in elevation, but ultimately we were unsuccessful once again. We could've made it from our normal starting point and we may have made it the whole 17 miles had I had a fully charged back up battery. It was a humbling day. I so wanted to reach the summit, but alas I'll have to wait until next year. It's like my white whale and I'll be strategizing until next August on the best way to reach the top of that mountain.

Roll on Capitol Hill

I wanted to put a quick post together on a special trip I just had the opportunity to take. It was not a long ride, instead a trip to our nation's capital to advocate for disability rights. I am posting this here because it was my first trip representing Ian's Ride in an official capacity. One of my closest friends, Kenny Salvini, went to the Roll on Capitol Hill organized by United Spinal in 2016 and 2017 representing his nonprofit The Here and Now Project, which I'm also on the board of. He told me what an amazing experience it is, and I figured I had to see it firsthand. I was skeptical at first because the two prior times he has gone, his chair did not return in one piece. I had only flown once before, and it was successful. I'm thinking Kenny was hoping we could have similar luck on this trip.

The flight there went great, it was a very early morning flight and we were both wrapped in something called a comfort carrier that helps the airline staff move us from our chair to the aisle chair and then from the aisle chair to the seat. We both looked a little like Hannibal Lecter, but our bodies and chairs made it to DC unscathed.

After arriving, the heat and humidity quickly reminded me that I was no longer in the PNW. We made our way down to the Metro where we caught our first train heading towards our hotel. We managed to get ourselves lost a few times but eventually found our way. The Metro is quite accessible but also quite time-consuming for a pair of large power wheelchairs to navigate. The main problem is the elevators. You generally take one from the street to the mezzanine and then another from the mezzanine to the train level. These elevators are old, rickety, often smell like urine, and in no way would fit both chairs. So, we would do the elevator dance one at a time. Overall, the Metro was a great way to get around, and if I lived in DC I'm sure I would use it often.

Day two of the trip involved cramming a lot of knowledge into our heads about policy, interacting with legislators, and scheduling the next day. United Spinal did a fantastic job of organizing the day so that different panels could discuss different policies so that we would be in the know when we spoke to our senators or congressperson. The main topics we discussed were: keeping the ACA intact, opposing limitations on the ADA, and supporting laws that make air travel more accessible. I learned a ton and met some amazing people. Speaking of the people… I met so many wheelchair users with incredible attitudes that are undertaking such cool stuff! Many of them have their own nonprofit, many others are instrumental in causing change in their communities, and all of them held themselves with style and grace. I was honored to be among them. After meeting the good people and learning a ton, my mom and I had a couple hours to see the sights. We saw the White House, the Washington Monument, and tried to get some birding in. The sightseeing was much more successful than the birding. The parks were small, and the most exciting thing we saw was a grackle. I'm determined to see more of the countryside next time I'm out that way. We finished the evening having dinner with a good friend of Kenny's wife Claire, and I got to sample a couple local beers.

On the third day we rolled on the Capitol. I visited the offices of two different Washington state congressman and spoke with staffers of both Patty Murray and Maria Cantwell. I felt they were quite receptive to the message we were delivering, and they encouraged us to continue speaking out if we really wanted change to occur. After the day of advocacy, we had a wonderful reception at the Capitol where I got to meet even more great people in the disabled community. One person of note was a man named Earl Powdrell. We had joked that I was likely to be the most paralyzed person there. I was nowhere close to that. Earl suffered a stroke in the brainstem seven years ago which left him with locked in syndrome. He can only blink his eyes and move his eyebrows slightly. This did not stop him from being an amazing advocate and a huge inspiration to many, including me. He was a rocket scientist who worked for NASA before becoming locked in and he is still just as sharp as a tack. He received an award for his exceptional work in advocacy and delivered a prepared speech in a similar way to what Stephen Hawking would use. It was beautifully written and really pulled at my heartstrings. I was so honored to meet him and see how little physical function is needed to still have a huge impact on the world.

Our final day started out with having coffee with Patty Murray. We were there with a bunch of other Washingtonians and she spoke briefly on some of the important issues in the Senate right now. We then went back to the hotel to pack and send our luggage to the airport with Kenny's all-star caregiver Amanda. After being unburdened by the luggage we went out for a few more hours on one final sightseeing trip. One notable experience was crossing the East Coast Greenway Trail. This is a trail that goes from Florida to Maine. It has been on my radar, and I really hope one day to ride a big portion of it. We then went searching for monuments and memorials. Kenny suggested the FDR Memorial, and it turned out to be a true highlight. As we rolled through the Memorial with quotes engraved on the walls around us, I discovered what a great man FDR was. He overcame so many physical challenges and accomplished so much with his life. Kenny and I had to get a picture of us knee to knee with a statue of him in his chair. I'll remember that experience for years to come.

After FDR, we went back to the Metro and made our way to the airport. After a long wait at security we boarded our plane in our straitjacket like slings. The flight went well up until I exited the plane to find my wheelchair had been damaged. The backrest, armrest, and headrest were not as they should have been, and it was clear my chair had been manhandled and put on its side. It was still in good enough shape where I could transfer into it and was able to make it home. Fortunately, this was my backup chair and I had my new one waiting at home. Alaska Airlines was quick to follow-up the with the ball already rolling for the needed repairs. This is crucial, because I will need this backup chair for my big ride in August. Fingers crossed it's back in working order by then.

To wrap this up, it was an amazing trip with a great bunch of people, and I really feel like we made a difference. I was able to travel with two wonderful friends, Kenny and Claire. It's fun to travel with someone with similar mobility challenges. We shared many laughs, and I would love to do it again. The real unsung hero was my mom. We both survived on very little sleep, and she had to put up with me day and night. I couldn't have done this amazing trip without her, and I'm fortunate to have such a strong, enduring mother. We both felt it was an amazing experience and well worth the missed sleep.