Showing posts with label Marble. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marble. Show all posts

18 June 2012

Snowflake Monday

Lincoln Memorial

Just a few months after my first Ride the Rockies, I discovered McClure Pass and the town of Marble for the first time. During a routine autumn leaf expedition, on a lark, I decided to find Crystal Mill, one of the most photographed landmarks in Colorado.

McClure Pass was loaded with bicycles, and I didn’t have my bike with me. I’ve wanted to bike McClure Pass ever since that golden day in October of 2003. I finally got my chance one week ago today during Ride the Rockies.

Along McClure Pass sits the turnoff to Marble, a tiny little town with a HUGE reputation. Marble (the rock) from the quarry near Marble (the town) was used to build the Tomb of the Unknowns, Lincoln Memorial, various civic buildings in San Francisco and the Equitable Building in New York City, an early skyscraper.

Chair Mountain, McClure Pass

After driving through Marble on a tiny little road, you follow the Crystal River along a dirt road called Schofield Pass.

Mostly four-wheel drive Schofield Pass, the gritty dirt road from Marble to Crested Butte via Crystal, traverses a nasty rock ledge called The Punchbowls, a place where you can count skeletons of four-wheel drives that never made it all the way to the top. I didn’t make it that far. This is what I recorded in my journal after my hair-raising experience:

"The scenery kept getting better and better, but the road kept getting worse and worse. One hunter passed me going down as I was going up. I knew it must be bad, or this road would be flooded with 4WDs and ATVs. It was deserted. On the biggest fall weekend of the year."

McClure Pass

"About three or four miles from Crystal City, according to my odometer, I was tempted to back down the road because I couldn't find a place to turn around, but I didn't have a spotter. I'd wanted to park and hike the rest of the way up ever since the meadow where I'd passed the hunter. I should have stopped in the meadow. There was plenty of room there. The road before that point wasn't treacherous.

"I was alone, not good. My cell phone might as well have been dead, not good. No one knew specifically where I was, not good. Everyone knew I was taking pictures in the mountains, and some even knew I was aiming for the photogenic Crystal Mill. But I hadn't told anyone when, because I didn't know myself.

"What I was doing was stupid, and I knew it. I had no choice but to turn back. If I could find a place to turn back.

"After about two and a half to three miles of wishing I hadn't done this, wondering if I should back down, sliding off ruts, longing for the end of the road, I finally came upon a steep rocky section surrounded by thick forest but with just enough grass on the eroded road edges for me to attempt what I thought would be a four- or five-point turn. It was an eight-point turn. I wasn't sure I was going to make it without bashing in the side of my car with a tree or boulder. There just wasn't enough room to turn my car around. I'm still not quite sure how I managed it, especially without a spotter. But I did get turned around, and I immediately thanked God.

"Now I just had to get back down the mountain.

"Downhill traffic is supposed to yield to uphill traffic. That meant I could end up backing back up the mountain if I encountered anyone in the next three miles. My stomach was absolutely tied in knots. I knew I could go down. I knew I could go back up if necessary. But backing wasn't going to help. There was no place to pull over once I finished backing. Backing around the switchbacks would have been unthinkable.

"I didn't mention any of that in my prayer, but God granted me the blessing anyway. I didn't encounter another life form until I’d crossed back over the river.

"I would have liked to have parked right there and hiked back up, but there wasn't enough time before dark. I have legs. They work. I can walk. Or, well... climb! That vertical road ain't no hill walkin', Baby!"

Crystal Mill

The following year, The Lizard took me back up McClure Pass, back through Marble, and up that horrible road, and I finally got my very own photos of Crystal Mill. We've since pedaled up the other side of Schofield Pass more times than I can count. And now, we've realized my nine-year dream of cycling up and over McClure Pass. Yeehaw! Today's snowflake commemorates Day 2 of the 2012 Ride the Rockies and my many Marble Memories.

bear sock greeting cards

Now that we are back home from Ride the Rockies, it's time for another drawing. Everyone who makes a tax-deductible contribution to the Colorado/Wyoming Chapter of the National Multiple Sclerosis Society in The Lizard's name by noon, Mountain Time, on Friday, June 22, will be entered in a drawing for a set of six greeting cards designed by me. I crocheted those tiny bears and then later made the tiny socks, knitting the cuffs with toothpicks. Then I decided the bears would look cute in the socks. I snapped a whole bunch of photos, and these greeting cards were born.

All contributors will continue to receive a PDF copy of snowflake patterns I put together this year. This booklet features three amigurumi snowflake patterns that won't be published anywhere else. Read about it here.

You may do whatever you'd like with snowflakes you make from this pattern, but you may not sell or republish the pattern. Thanks, and enjoy!

Marble Snowflake

Finished Size: 5 inches from point to point
Materials: Size 10 crochet thread, size 8 crochet hook, empty pizza box, wax paper or plastic wrap, cellophane tape, water-soluble school glue, water, glitter, small container for glue/water mixture, paintbrush, stick pins that won't be used later for sewing, clear thread or fishing line

Marble Snowflake Instructions

Make magic ring.

Round 1: Ch 3 (counts as 1 tr), 2 tr in ring, *ch 5, 3 tr in ring; repeat from * 4 times; ch 2, 1 dc in 3rd ch of starting ch 3 (counts as final ch 5, and you will be working over dc post in next round). Do not pull magic circle too tight.

Round 2: Ch 4 (counts as 1 dtr), 3 dtr over post of final dc of Round 1, *4 dtr in next ch 5 sp, ch 5, 4 dtr in same sp; repeat from * around 4 times; 4 dtr in next sp, ch 2, 1 dc in 4th ch of starting ch 4.
If you are not reading this pattern on Snowcatcher, you are not reading the designer's blog. Please go here to see the original.

Round 3: Ch 4 (counts as 1 dtr), 3 dtr over post of final dc of Round 2, 1 tr in next dtr, 1 dc in next dtr, 1 hdc in next dtr, * 1 sk 2 dtr, hdc in next dtr, 1 dc in next dtr, 1 tr in next dtr, 4 dtr in next ch 5 sp, ch 5, 2 dc in 3rd ch from hook, ch 2, 4 dtr in same ch 5 sp, 1 tr in next dtr, 1 dc in next dtr, 1 hdc in next dtr; repeat from * around 4 times; sk next 2 dtr, 1 hdc in next dtr, 1 dc in next dtr, 1 tr in next dtr, 4 dtr in next sp, ch 5, 2 dc in 3rd ch from hook, ch 2, sl st in 4th ch of starting ch 4; bind off. Weave in ends.

Finish: Tape wax paper or plastic wrap to top of empty pizza box. Pin snowflake to box on top of wax paper or plastic wrap.

Mix a few drops of water with a teaspoon of glue in small washable container. Paint snowflake with glue mixture or desired stiffener. Sprinkle lightly with glitter. Wash paintbrush and container thoroughly. Allow snowflake to dry at least 24 hours. Remove pins. Gently peel snowflake from wax paper or plastic wrap. Attach 10-inch clear thread to one spoke, weaving in end. Wrap fishing line around tree branch (or tape to ceiling or any overhead surface) and watch the snowflake twirl freely whenever you walk by! Snowflake also may be taped to window or tied to doorknob or cabinet handle.

Marble Snowflake

Balm, Sweat and Granny Gears

Day Two
McClure Pass
Hotchkiss to Carbondale
82 miles
12 June 2012


The Raggeds reflect in Paonia Reservoir

Yes, I had to ask for balm at the second rest stop. If you have to ask what balm is, well, let's just say it's too late if you are asking for it 40 miles into your ride.

I also forgot to wear deodorant today. I guess there are worse things I could forget to wear.

And I granny geared all the way up McClure Pass. 3,894 feet up, 2,754 feet down.

Don't tell my wrist, my achy, brakey wrist. I just don't think it understands. (Yes, I meant to spell it that way.)

McClure Pass


We had wind again. Mostly headwind. Mostly bone-chilling cold. I had to stop a bunch. Tomorrow will be harder, not as steep, but much longer, higher with less air.

We also had more outrageous stands of wild sweet pea outside of Paonia.

"Agent Orange" is an RtR volunteer who scouts the route ahead of the cyclists to mark hazards and turns with neon orange chalk. He also leaves motivational messages and humorous one-liners on the steepest climbs.

McClure Pass

One of today's gems was, "Become one with your bike."

If he had put, "Become one with the road," I might have laid down on the highway right then and there. That would have been so much easier than climbing!

Yesterday's and today's climbs taught me I can't do Pikes Peak. I can't do it in three hours. What I did today was only 8% grade. Pikes is 12%. I was discouraged when I first realized this, but then I worked on attitude adjustment by reminding myself I can climb Pikes Peak, I just can't do it in three hours. What I don't have in speed, I make up for in endurance. And besides, how many other cyclists who CAN climb Pikes Peak in three hours or less can also whip up a snowflake in 15 minutes?

Colorado's version of West Virginia's coal belt at Somerset

I wanted to stop to get a photo of the coal train filling one car at a time at Somerset, but I was cold and didn't want the wind to get a tighter grasp on me than it already had.

No one stopped for pictures at the coke ovens, so I didn't either. Maybe everyone else was too tired to notice them.

Redstone

We pedaled to get dinner, so I wasn't totally washed out at the end of the day. We went to the grocery store, and The Lizard watched our bikes while I bought deli items we carried on our bikes back to our tent. Before dinner, I thought it would feel good to take a soak in one of the three hot tubs the town set up for riders. After dinner, I was too tired to change into my swim suit, so I went to sleep instead.

The funniest event of the day was first thing this morning. I can laugh because it didn't happen to me. Most cyclists camp on the football field in every town, including this one. We tend to stay closer to the school and away from the crowd. This morning, sprinklers came on before first light. Right beside a huge group of tents.

Now that's a wakeup call.

Carved Marble marble in Redstone

Redstone

dry, baby





06 August 2010

Not again!

Marble from MarbleTwo weeks ago, I attempted to pedal up Schofield Pass from Crested Butte. I've cross-country skied up the road as far as Gothic, but I'd never gone further north that side of the pass, which is touted as one of the most dangerous four-wheel drive roads in Colorado.

The view from Marble, ColoradoI managed to get my mountain bike up the first two steep sections of the rough road beyond Gothic, but the next three big inclines did me in. Actually, the climbs weren't the only thing zapping me. The flies were hungry, and I appeared to be the best item on the menu.

I did not make it to the top of Schofield Pass, and I was not able to get my bike up those next three steep sections. Not from the saddle, anyway. I had to walk my bike. The humiliation of doing that, unfortunately, probably drained my motivation more than any other factor.

This was not my first unsuccessful Schofield adventure.

Back in 2003, I discovered the other side of the pass, which starts near Marble, while shooting golden aspen following a successful sunrise photo adventure in the Maroon Valley. Every leaf in sight was gorgeous, and I decided to check out new roads, to boldly go where I'd never gone before.

Marble is a destination in and of itself. I've been many places where the marble quaried from near this tiny town has become national treasures, such as Lincoln Memorial. (THAT's why that picture's up there on top!!!) This particular trip took place before I went digital. I think I used an entire roll of 35mm film on the beautiful rock sculptures throughout this little bump in the road. Yet another jewel beckoned.

Crystal MillOn a whim, I'd decided to try to find the photogenic Crystal Mill. I'd been captivated by photos I'd seen for more than a decade, but I had no clue where the mill might be. Until I found Marble.

So off I went, in search of Schofield Pass. No homework. Just drive.

I didn't make it to the mill because, quite frankly, the road scared the daylights out of me. After I got back home that night, I did a little research and learned how many jeeps lie at the bottom of some steep drop-offs higher up Schofield Pass than I'd been able to navigate in my trusty 4Runner. My heart skipped a few beats as I thanked my lucky stars I am a such big chicken when it comes to four-wheeling.

Gothic Marble!Last week, I made my second mountain bike attempt on Schofield. This time, I made it to the top. (I won't type the 70-something exclamation points I feel when I say that because this post is already getting longer than I intended, but you get the drift, right?) Not only did I get my photo snapped in front of the sign that leaves me begging Patty to please, please, pretty please with sugar on top make me a Gothic Marble meanie I can use as a zipper pull, but I made it up all the steep sections without dismounting. Without walking my bike! Now does that deserve a special award or what?!?

I did have to stop and rest several, no, MANY times, but I didn't have to walk my bike. Even though... get this, my derailleur is kaput! (Can I insert those 70-something exclamation points here without boring you?)

muddy messThe Lizard worked the best magic he could in the middle of a muddy four-wheel drive road so I could finish my climb, but gears are missing. The bike does not climb smoothly.

No problem, I told my sweet husband. "You said that fancy schmancy mountain bike derailleur on my road bike is an upgrade to what I have. You can just put that on here, and we'll be set for next weekend!"

Um, not necessarily...

Uh, oh. This doesn't sound promising.

"The mountain bike derailleur on your road bike is a nine-speed," The Lizard softly broke the bad news. "Your mountain bike is an eight-speed. I'm not sure the nine-speed will work on it. We can try, but it might not work."

The Green Queen in AutumnSo here we go again. I'm digging my heels in, refusing to buy another bike, at least until I know the final verdict. I'd decided during this ride that I don't want to take my road bike up Pikes Peak at the end of this month. I don't know what condition that road is in, compared to Mount Evans, which I did last month, and if it's anything like Evans, I don't want to descend it on a road bike.

My Wizard Lizard is fitting me to one of his retired bikes (a storied bike with a history all its own), and I'll be riding that for the next couple of weeks to see if I might be able to get used to an unfamiliar bike in time for the Pikes Peak Ascent. The Lizard has promised me his "Green Queen" never disappoints. It climbs. It probably climbs one heck of a lot better than me! Can't hurt that it weights a ton less than my bike, too.

I made it up Schofield Pass on a defective derailleur. So I can make it up Pikes Peak on a mountain bike, right? An alien mountain bike, right?

At least it will still be MY saddle!The Snowcatching Lizard Cycling Museum, aka the basement
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