From Anchorage to Seward for Cancer Prevention, July 25 and 26
RIDE FOR LIFE 2009--at the start, Carrs on Huffman July 25. That's me Dad's hat I'm proudly wearing. Dad is a prostate cancer SURVIVOR!
Me with my trusty mountain bike--good ol' Digger II.
On the back of my safety vest, my dedication placard.
As always, this ride was for my Mom, Frances Ross, who was diagnosed with lung and bone cancer and passed away in 2001.
Pictures from Mom & Dad's 50th Wedding Anniversary. Left: Me dancing with Mom. Center: Dad, Mom, and Lori-one of my younger sisters. Right: Mom in her favorite blue dress.
Checking out the gears--feeling good.
KIMMY IS BACK!! I met her last year when we kept "leap-frogging" on the ride. I'd pass her, she'd pass me, etc.
Aaawwww--gosh! I am blushing under my beard.
Kimmy is part of the spirited team called SPIN & BEAR IT. They have teddy bears on most of their bikes, and cool team jerseys.
VERY cool team jerseys.
Weather on Ride for Life 2009. On Saturday, 25 MPH HEADWINDS from Potter Marsh to Bird Point. Then cloudy with light winds off and on and occassional sprinkles all the way to Summit Lake.
The starting line.
That's me...peaking out from behind the flag.
Seward Highway near McHugh Creek. NO BACKPACK this year. In my handlebar bag: spare tube, repair kit, rain/cold jacket, 2 half pints of water, wallet and cell phone. My water bottle is also handlebar mounted.
Headwinds are making my jacket billow--later on I switched to my black jacket for the cold and light rains.
Beautiful shot of the Seward Highway and Turnagain Arm--all photos courtesy of Alaska Digital Visions. www.alaskadigitalvisions.com
LOVE YOUR COLON. What a slogan. Ironic too, considering how one's posterior feels after biking over 120 miles in 2 days.
At the top of the 9 mile uphill Turnagain Pass (aka: THE BEAST): Palmer Lions Club bag pipers blow a victory tune for incoming bikers.
A vigilant piper.
The most AWESOME sight along the way...the Fireweeds were in bloom for miles and miles.
RFL banner at Summit Lake.
There was rough road for the last couple of miles or so going into Summit Lake Lodge, our overnight camp site.
About 8 1/2 hours on the bike on Saturday, including rest stops and major headwinds. Time to set up the tent.
Mom awaits a dry place in the tent.
FOOOOOD!! Always an excellent cookout Saturday night, followed by a healthy breakfast Sunday morning.
STRAY DOGMA jammed for us while we biked in and set up camp. Thanks for the cool tuneage. After dinner, Stray Dogma got into their karma and drove home.
RAINY almost all the way into Seward on Sunday. S'okay. With my black jacket I stayed at just the right temperature.
Hat and helmet looks goofy, but it works. It kept the glare down, and the sweat out of my eyes.
I made it into into Seward in great time this year. 3 hrs 57 minutes. I reached the outskirts and started peddling hard when I realized my time was so good (for me, anyway).
Me and my wet beard outside the Seward Sealife Center.
Even with the rain, still thirsty.
Back around '99, Mom and Dad visited me and we drove from Anchorage to Seward for a cruise. This ride follows the same path, and brings back precious memories.
Mom was with me every mile. I love and miss you, Mom.