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Software is done. Hardware is very nearly done. We're sitting pretty. So, to amuse myself, I think I'll post some pictures from STP last month.
My mighty steed, such as it was, with 35 pounds of camping gear strapped on the back. STP provides luggage service so you don't have to do this, but I just had to be different. (I'd like to do more bikepacking, so I was looking at it as a test run of the setup. Worked okay, and for a 50-75 mile ride it would be pretty great.)
Here we are, ready to start. About 8000 people total, but they don't all start at once.
I saw this guy about halfway through the first day. 21:00 that evening, just as I was going to sleep, I heard him rattling into Centralia. Didn't see him at all the second day. (Picture courtesy of someone else.)
I saw this guy early the first day, and then never again. I hope he made it. (Again, picture courtesy of someone else.)
We passed several of these around Puyallup. This was the only one with hinges, however. I have no idea under what circumstances you'd ever want to NOT designate a volcano evacuation route.
The main camping site was Centralia College, though there were smaller campsites in every small town for the next 20 miles. I was hoping there would be a groovy kind of festival atmosphere and shared camaraderie, but we were all too tired for much beyond eating and sleeping.
The second morning I rolled out at 5:50, and it was great out. Chilly and misty. Later the deathstar rose.
Winlock: Home of the World's Largest Egg and the World Champion Women Log Rollers. Small towns are scary.
We had to queue up and wait for them to close the Lewis and Clark bridge over the Columbia for us. Not a pleasant riding experience.
I almost cried when I saw this. Of course, we still had 10 miles to go to reach the finish line. Grumble.
And this is what I looked like when vix found me (I felt even worse). In the background you can see a play fountain with jets of water turning randomly on and off. I'm sure this is a nice playful feature for kids, but when you're just trying to wash a layer of dried sweat off your face and half your joints are on strike, it's really just annoying.
My mighty steed, such as it was, with 35 pounds of camping gear strapped on the back. STP provides luggage service so you don't have to do this, but I just had to be different. (I'd like to do more bikepacking, so I was looking at it as a test run of the setup. Worked okay, and for a 50-75 mile ride it would be pretty great.)
Here we are, ready to start. About 8000 people total, but they don't all start at once.
I saw this guy about halfway through the first day. 21:00 that evening, just as I was going to sleep, I heard him rattling into Centralia. Didn't see him at all the second day. (Picture courtesy of someone else.)
I saw this guy early the first day, and then never again. I hope he made it. (Again, picture courtesy of someone else.)
We passed several of these around Puyallup. This was the only one with hinges, however. I have no idea under what circumstances you'd ever want to NOT designate a volcano evacuation route.
The main camping site was Centralia College, though there were smaller campsites in every small town for the next 20 miles. I was hoping there would be a groovy kind of festival atmosphere and shared camaraderie, but we were all too tired for much beyond eating and sleeping.
The second morning I rolled out at 5:50, and it was great out. Chilly and misty. Later the deathstar rose.
Winlock: Home of the World's Largest Egg and the World Champion Women Log Rollers. Small towns are scary.
We had to queue up and wait for them to close the Lewis and Clark bridge over the Columbia for us. Not a pleasant riding experience.
I almost cried when I saw this. Of course, we still had 10 miles to go to reach the finish line. Grumble.
And this is what I looked like when vix found me (I felt even worse). In the background you can see a play fountain with jets of water turning randomly on and off. I'm sure this is a nice playful feature for kids, but when you're just trying to wash a layer of dried sweat off your face and half your joints are on strike, it's really just annoying.
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-B.