Dyer Consquences Cyclocross Jan. 15

South Florida doesn’t have many places to practice climbing. There are a few bridges, like the Blue Heron Bridge, and there’s Dyer Park, a reclaimed landfill. Dyer Park is where I took Mary Garita when she wanted to train for a hilly Georgia ride.

Cyclocross event open to all

This is the third annual and largest cyclocross event in Palm Beach County. It’s open to cyclists of all levels, including beginners.

5K and 10K Adventure Trail Run

New this year to Dyer Consequences is Palm Beach’s first 5K and 10K mostly off-road adventure run.

For information, directions and registration, go to the Dyer Consequences website.

Riviera Beach’s Marina Grande

It was a beautiful day Sunday, so I convinced Osa and Anne that we should ride some West Palm Beach neighborhood streets that neither of them had explored. Some of those are much more interesting than the places most riders stick to.

We made it through West Palm Beach to Blue Heron Blvd. and paused at the foot of the Blue Heron Bridge, the closest thing that passes for a mountain in South Florida.

Osa has been fish-sitting for a friend, so she asked if we could swing by the Marina Grande, where her friend lives. I’ve passed by the place many times while riding and on my way to food buddy Jan Norris’ house, but hadn’t been near the grounds since it gobbled up a landmark seafood joint, The Crab Pot.

Marina Grande is colorful

When we pulled up to the security guard shack, Osa explained to a very friendly guard that she didn’t have an ID on her because she hadn’t planned on needing it on our bike ride. The guard checked her log, discovered that Osa had been there in the past and waved her on. She said it was OK for us to go through as well.

As I rode past her, I whispered, “You might want to check her water bottle on the way out, there’s a rumor that Osa is a noted fish thief.”

Keeping your bike safe

Osa and Anne went up to feed the fish.

Jim Foreman, one of the phreds, is fond of saying, “One of three things needs to be on your bike at all times: your hand, your butt or a big, strong lock.”

Keeping Jim’s advice in mind, I opted to stay downstairs with the bikes. I was afraid that any place where security was lax enough to let the likes of us through was probably a haven for bike stealers.

That gave me plenty of time to notice how the building’s colors made everything look vibrant.

Even the foliage came alive

There was a picture to be made almost everywhere you turned. Even though Anne came downstairs raving about the saltwater tanks with their exotic fish and flowing soft corals, I didn’t regret hanging out near the building’s dumpsters.

I miss the Crab Pot

The condos are colorful and generate a lot more tax revenue for the city, but I miss the Crab Pot. It was one of those Old Florida institutions that had all kinds of kitsch hanging everywhere, but they sure could sling seafood. I cracked many a crab claw there.

You could eat inside where it was air conditioned (that’s how you could tell residents from tourists) or you could eat outside and toss your scraps over the railing to be scarfed up by fish or diving seagulls.

The Mentos Misfire

I mentioned that I didn’t go for a ride on New Year’s Day because Wife Lila and I went to the beach at sunrise and to the 4th Annual Steinhoff Family Chili Cookoff in the afternoon. What I didn’t share was the main entertainment at the Cookoff.

Foodie friend and sometime bike riding partner Jan Norris sidled up to me and confided that she was going to usher in the New Year with an 11-Fountain Mento Salute. It had been on her bucket list for a long time, she said. I’m sure you’ve seen the videos of elaborately choreographed sticky sprays of soda that are all over the Internet.

Mentos, generic soda, garbage bags and volunteers

Jan’s setup was a little less complicated. It consisted of 11 bottles of cheap generic storebrand cream soda, a package of Mentos, a gaggle of garbage bags and some dragooned volunteers.

The basic concept of dropping a Mento into a soda bottle was pretty easy to grasp, but there was quite a debate about the timing. “Do we drop when you count down to one or do we drop on zero?”

5, 4, 3, 2, 1 DROP!

Let’s just say that I hope this isn’t a harbinger of what we can expect for the rest of the New Year.

Video of the Mentos Fountain Exercise

After the debacle,

I got an email from Jan:
Subject: Wrong Mentos
And, wrong soda. It has to be non-coated Mentos (weren’t available) and some kin to Diet Coke. I am investigating further, but Mentos were the No. 1 problem.

She never likes my version of any story, so I’m sure we’ll hear her side of it before long.

New Year’s Resolution Riders

Osa and I went for a January 2 ride this afternoon. Temperatures were great, but we could have done without the headwinds. We stopped on the Southern Blvd. Causeway for a few minutes to let backed-up traffic thin out from a drawbridge opening. While there, I saw this family looking like they were walking on water. The tide was out, so they could walk two or three hundred yards and still be in water about knee-deep. I don’t know what the lake temperature was, but the surf temperature in the ocean was 71 degrees, when the air was 76.

This was a lot more pleasant an experience than when I stood on a fire ant mound on this causeway to take a night photo on one of our rides.

While we were cruising along, we passed lots of what we dubbed “New Year’s Resolution Riders.” They were folks who, obviously, don’t ride on a regular basis, but they were soldiering along because they had made a New Year’s Resolution to get more exercise.

Did I ride on New Year’s Day?

Actually, no. I had good intentions, but Wife Lila mentioned that she’d like to see the sun rise over Lake Worth Beach on the first day of 2011, so we got up at Dark O’Clock and headed out. Here’s a gallery of photos we took.

Click on any photo to make it larger, then click on the left or right side of the image to move through the gallery.

Fourth Annual Chili Cookoff

In the afternoon, we went to Adam and Carly’s Fourth Annual Steinhoff Family Chili Cookoff. You can read all the details at foodie friend Jan Norris’ website.

Cape to Expand Cape LaCroix Trail

After a series of floods that sent water coursing through a local businesses, Cape Girardeau decided to tame the creeks that were causing all the trouble. One of the side benefits of that was the Cape LaCroix Recreational Trail, a 4.2-mile multi-purpose path created next to the creek.

I wrote back in 2008 how folks from out of town were coming to Cape to ride the trail and causing cash registers to ring. I speculated that it was the most-used non-spectator park in town. I’ve never been on it without meeting tens of bikers, roller bladers, joggers, walkers, families with stroller or people walking dogs. That might make it a little less desirable for hard-charging bike rider, but the town’s definitely getting its money’s worth out of the investment.

Thousands use it every nice weekend

A story in The Southeast Missourian announcing that the trail was going to be extended echoed that sentiment:

Suggest to Brock Davis that Cape La Croix Trail is well-used and he’ll chuckle.

“Well used? That’s not even close,” said Davis, Cape Girardeau’s parks division manager. “You will see people on that trail every single day, whether it’s raining, snowing or whatever. In nice weather, there are thousands of people that use it on a weekend.”

[Editor’s note: The Missourian story spells the name as Cape La Croix (with a space); a sign posted at the Kingsway Drive trailhead has LaCroix as one word, the way I’ve always seen it., so I’m going to stay with that spelling.]

North end extended this fall

When I was in Cape this fall, I noticed new construction on the north end of the trail. I followed it and found it that about two miles of trail had been added north of the Kingsway Drive / Lexington Ave. trailhead. It took it all the way to the North County Park Conservation Center Nature Trail. There, unfortunately, was a sign banning dogs, bicycles and roller bladers on the unpaved walkway.

You can get a feel for what the path looks like on my CapeCentralHigh blog.

Final paving done

When I was there, one segment under a bridge needed to be paved. My mother shot this photo Dec. 12 showing the whole trail is now  passable.

The neat thing about this is that it ties in a whole new subdivision under construction. It’s not the mileage that’s so important, it’s the fact that it becomes a viable transportation link for a whole bunch of people who will now have an option other than blowing dead dinosaurs out their tailpipes.

New projects stress getting from A to B

I’m excited about the 2,100 feet of new trail that The Missourian mentions in the Dec. 28 story because it shows a shift in thinking from building “bike trails” for recreational uses to building alternative ways to move around the city.

“The project would have two segments to improve the connections between the area along West End Boulevard near the Shawnee Sports Complex and the rest of the city, said Ken Eftink, assistant city manager and director of development services.

It’s not the length of the new trails that will matter, Eftink said, but where it will be located.

The main segment of new 8-foot-wide trail would run along West End Boulevard from Linden Street and extend south to snake through the soccer fields and connect with the pedestrian bridge where the trail currently ends, Eftink said. The second segment will be the connection from the trail to Shawnee Park ball fields near the Southeast Missouri Hospital pavilion, he said.

“The focus of the enhancement grant is really get people from point A to point B,” Eftink said. “Our overall goal is to provide a loop of the city. The trail opens up access to Arena Park, the Aquatics Center, Osage Centre and now up to North County Park,” Eftink said.

Cape has lots of hills

Cape has a rolling terrain with lots of short, steep hills. The bike trail makes it possible for me to go from my mother’s house on the northwest end of the city all the way to the south part of town without having to fight traffic nor constantly climb hills. I can pop out along the way to easily make it downtown for a ride along the Mississippi River or go down to see Civil War Fort D.

I ride the trail when I’m in town not so much for recreation as I do for a convenient way to move around. I’m glad the city is thinking in those terms. It’s a lot easier to justify a transportation link in these days of tight budgets than a recreational trail.