Intervals and Landmarks

Saturday morning of Memorial Day weekend was perfect for a hard training ride -- overcast with a bit of coolness to the air.  With Bike Virginia in a month, and RAGBRAI in two, I needed to work.  So I decided to add interval training and some miles to my normal route.  I didn't have my heartrate monitor -- the disappearing chest strap has disappeared again, so I decided to do 3 sets of 5, 30 seconds on and 60 seconds at pace.  I was cruising at around 18 mph, so I decided my pace speed would be 17, with all out for 30 seconds.

I did the first set on the Oxford Road after a warm up.  My top speeds during this set were 21 plus.  Remarkable how pushing 3 additional mph for 30 seconds can be totally exhausting.  Did the second set on the Island Creek loop, same interval and pace.  Took the third set at around mile 38 -- east of Route 50, where the fields are larger, the wind stronger, and the terrain actually rolls a bit. Plus, the sun had come out -- a beautiful, but warm day.  Gave myself 2 minutes between intervals, and was totally spent by the end.

Overall the ride was great -- took a few extra loops from the standard 40 to come in at around 45 miles.  The ride starts with the ride through Oxford, the Island Creek loop, into Trappe.  Some familiar landmarks:  the Oxford-Bellevue Ferry, the white horse near Trappe Landing, and the three silos outside of Trappe. 

When I crossed 50 at Trappe, the landmarks were less familiar and helped remind me of the route.  There was the Pleasant Cemetery, Realizm Taxidermy (yup, with a "z."  Wonder where Post-Modern Taxidermy has set up shop), the Antique Shop in Bruceville ("Stain Glass"), and the abandoned house on Manadier Road, near Landing Neck Road.   Here's the route; photos to follow, perhaps.
http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=3771135 

Sunday was a day with friends, and no ride.  But Monday I did the standard Oxford/Island Creek loop 35 miler, again with three sets of five intervals.  I felt strong on Monday, better than I did on Saturday, and did all three sets at 30 seconds on, 60 seconds pace.  Exhausting but seems to be producing results.  I did the group Travillah ride today (Western Shore), with full hills, and held my own with the fastest person in the group.

Spring, Two

Finally, Spring in Easton, and everything is in bloom -- daffodils and forsythia, apple and cherry blossoms, and wild flowers everywhere.  A mist of green on the trees, as they start to bud.  Perfect for a riding  Despite having a bunch of painting to do -- getting the house ready for Elizabeth and Matt's wedding -- I went for a nice ride each day last weekend.


On Saturday, I rode with Kathy, and we did the Oxford/Island Creek/Trappe route -- which I've ridden (and written about) before, but may never have mapped -- for around 35 miles.  We started at around 8 am, and it was a overcast and a bit cool -- even with arm covers, I was cold, without full fingered gloves.  But the sun came out, and the winds stayed down, for a great ride.

                                                 We've had a lot of rain on the Eastern Shore, and many of the fields are covered with standing water.  (I have a picture of one of this in my last blog entry).  It will be interesting to see how this affects the summer crops.  The drainage gullies along the side of the roads were full -- so full that there were ducks swimming in them.  Unfortunately, the ducks wouldn't cooperate for a photo.  But one of the "oreo" calves did.

Kathy's a great riding partner, strong and steady.  She grew up in Oxford and works in real estate/insurance.  Kathy knows a lot about what's going on on the Eastern Shore.  She told me that one of the big farms out on Island Creek Road had been foreclosed -- a 50 acre cattle farm.  I knew the place -- they had a nice corral, with a few horses, along the road.  Kathy said that the cattle had been sold off and that the bank was trying to sell the farm.  The family that owned the place ran a big landscaping company -- a father and sons operation.  They did a lot of work for local developers and grew (too) quickly during the boom -- bought up a lot of equipment a lot of equipment from Las Vegas landscaping that got caught on the front end of the bust.  One Friday, the owners showed up and took the truck keys from their employees -- they were out of business, 100 folks lost their jobs.  Very sad.  During the boom, the farm would have sold for more than $6M.  The bank initially listed it for around $4M; Kathy said you could get it for $1.7M.  Very sad. 

Here's the link to the route:  http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=3683573

On Sunday, I rode solo.  I rode out to Bellevue, past Bella Luna, one of my favorite restaurants, to the ferry dock, and then around town.  Bellevue has a working dock and a largely African-American population.  There was a family with a Chesapeake retriever on the beach, throwing sticks in the water for the dog to fetch.

After riding through Bellevue, I took a bunch of side roads, out Ferry Crossing Neck and Deep Neck Roads.  These are nice, quiet roads for cycling, but not a lot of nice water views -- big estates, with private roads, kept me away from the water.  But the trees were in bloom, and the views across the open fields were beautiful.  Not a lot of wildlife -- the field on the way to Bellevue, which usually has a flock of wild turkey eating the scrub -- was empty. 

This was a nice ride, but I wouldn't recommend it for a first (or second) ride on the Eastern Shore --  not a lot of water views, and the "there and back" routes aren't the best.  But there's no such thing as a bad ride on a sunny day on the Eastern Shore.

I've mapped the Saturday ride before, and here's the Sunday route:
http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=3623373

My Quest

October is a great month for sea food on the Eastern Shore -- the oysters have arrived, and the crabs haven't left yet. So last night, Susan, Pete, and I headed to Schooners, a dockside restaurant and bar in Oxford, for some fried oysters and crabcakes. We were sitting outside, on the harbor, near the outdoor bar. At around 8:15, we saw a fireworks display to the south. Since it wasn't the 4th of July, no one was quite sure what was going on -- until the waitress told us that one of the guys' fathers was a caretaker for a huge place down on Island Creek. The fireworks display -- all 25 or 30 minutes worth, easily as good as Easton's display on July 4th -- were for a wedding (!!!)
So that settled it -- Sunday's ride would start with the Island Creek loop, to see if I could find evidence of the grand event. I took the normal route, out the Oxford Road to Almshouse, then White Marsh to Sanderstown. I got a bit of a late start; by 9:15, the fog was burning off, leaving the fields with a heavy dew. Everything was glistening in the morning light.
When I got to Island Creek Road, I had a strange sense that I was almost there. . . .I pedaled along for a while, wondering how far was "almost," anyway? After a while, I found it:That's right, a Lovefest at Martins Point -- I'm not making this up. Either a really big wedding, or a late celebration of Woodstock's 40th anniversary.
My quest now complete, I continued the ride, singing the B-52s' "Love Shack" to myself. It was a beautiful Fall day -- with the first of the migrating Canadian snow geese in the sky. I rode the Island Creek loop, with a detour out to Chloras Point and Peace Cliff Road -- where I could see a sailboat race out on the Bay. Then through Trappe, across Route 50.
Instead of the normal route up Koogler, I went further east, through Bruceville, past one of my favorite cemeteries. The farms on this side of 50 are larger than to the west. Most of the cornfields had been cleared, and I noticed a much larger number of hawks gliding over the cut fields. With the tall cornstalks gone, the field mice are easier for the raptors to see -- plus, the rodents are stocking up for the winter. The hawks were flying very low, so it was easy to see the white feathers on the underside of their wings.
I crossed Miles Creek, which runs to the Choptank, not the Miles river. I then headed further north, up Dover Neck Road to Black Dog Alley (again, I'm not making this up -- I've got to find out where that name came from). I cut back to Easton sooner than planned, both because it was really windy and because my lower back tightened up. Finished at about 47 miles, my last tune up for the Sea Gull.

Starting to Feel a Bit Like Fall

Did an early morning 40 miler with Kathy today -- out to Oxford, then the Island Creek Road loop, back through Trappe across Route 50, and part of the Wildflowers/Cemeteries route home. Although the morning was bright and sunny, there was the coolness of Fall in the air. The corn fields have turned brown, some of the dogwoods are just starting to change colors, and the bean fields -- October harvest -- are a rich, dark green. Summer is winding to an end.