At 9 AM on January 14, 2017 I was on a bus driving past Usain Bolt’s high school in the middle of Jamaica. I was also frantically trying to turn on my cellular data to find out if Ryan got me registered for Dirty Kanza. I quickly found out he did and was simultaneously overcome with a feeling of relief and a feeling of oh sh!t. I wouldn’t find out until later that day when I arrived back in the US that the race sold out in minutes. But it was official, I was in. (more…)
Author: daniellegoold
Camping Alone: My First Solo Bikepacking Trip
“The more time I spend alone the more I feel comfortable being alone.” – Lael Wilcox
That quote really resonated with me as I watched Fast Forward, the short film about Lael Wilcox’s AZT attempt, for a second or third time at the Banff Mountain Film Festival. Not only did it resonate with me but it shocked me. You see, I have a tendency of putting other endurance athletes up on pedestal and projecting super human qualities onto them, in the process I often ignore the fact that they are regular people just like me. While their accomplishments are impressive they do not achieve such accomplishments without facing the challenges that I face myself. When I actually listened to Lael say those words instead of just hearing them I knew it was time to stop making excuses. If I really wanted to get into ultra-endurance racing I needed to start making myself uncomfortable. (more…)
Fat Biking in Alaska
Fat Bike (noun): An off-road bike with wide tires allowing for maximum traction and float over all types of terrain including but not limited to sand, riverbeds, mud, rocks and snow. In other words, it’s a bike that lets you go where no one else can go while having a ton of fun in the process.
Nowadays Fat Bikes are pretty mainstream, however, back in 2014 when they were just starting to reach beyond their fringe followers Ryan and I had the to opportunity to ride Fat Bikes in the low tide zones of Resurrection Bay, near Seward Alaska. We went on a ride with Karl from Seward Bike Tours and had a blast. So many things about our trip to Alaska changed me, but this ride definitely rekindled my affection for off road cycling and had me jump head first into fat biking! Take a look…
Crater Lake National Park
“In his hand are the depths of the earth; the heights of the mountains are his also.” – Psalm 95:4.
Crater Lake captivated me as soon I caught my first glimpse of its perfect blue water. At a depth of almost 2,000 feet it is the deepest lake in the United States and the ninth deepest lake in the world. The tranquil glassy water is so still, clear and calm that staring down at the lake from the snow covered peaks above is entrancing. I constantly had to remind myself that what I was looking at wasn’t an illusion, making it all the more fascinating. Ryan and I had the unique opportunity to visit the park at the end of the winter season, when there was still close to ten feet of snow depth at the park. The quietness of the winter, the beauty of white snow capped mountains and crisp cool air added the magic I experienced at Crater Lake.
While visiting parks in the winter provides solace and a special way to experience natural wonders, it does limit the activities available to visitors. Since Ryan and I only had time for a day trip we rented snow shoes from the visitor center and hiked/snowshoed along the Rim Drive; a 33 mile road that circumnavigates the lake. By the time we visited the park in mid April, the park service had already started plowing the road in anticipation for the summer season. Therefore, the first mile or two of our hike was actually through an impressive canyon of snow pack. As we climbed out of the snow canyon and off of the road, we got to see park rangers operating the massive snow plows, which not surprisingly, fascinated Ryan. The downside of this was that the snow was piled so high making it impossible to see anything until we got on top of it. I hope to make it back to Crater Lake in the near future, I would love to do a winter backpacking trip around the entire lake and visit in the summer for camping, cycling and maybe even a quick swim!
Crater Lake was formed when Mount Mazma erupted, and imploded on itself, leaving a 5 mile wide and 1,943 feet deep caldera. Given the high elevation and large amount of snowfall each year the crater quickly filled with pure, fresh mountain water.
Crusher in the Tushar: Crushing My Limits
Three months ago I stood at the top of this pile of dirt (pictured above) on my cross bike with tears in my eyes as my coach silently counted to ten, he got to ten before I got up the nerve to ride down the pile of pebbles, so we saved that for another day. A few weeks later I lay underneath my bike crying at the bottom of a sandy wash north of Lake Pleasant as I watched Ryan effortlessly pedal further and further into the distance. And a few weeks after that, while I’m embarrassed to admit, I yelled at Ryan while I slowly pushed my bike through a swarm of angry horseflies over sandy rocky terrain, “When I DNF at Crusher I’ll have you to thank for all the time I wasted hiking through sand instead of training!” Ouch. (more…)
Riding the Towpath in Cuyahoga Valley National Park
I grew up about twenty miles from Cuyahoga Valley National Park, I went on field trips to Hale Farms and the Ohio and Erie Canal, concerts at Blossom and learned to snowboard at Brandywine & Boston Mills Ski Resort. So it was almost funny when I realized that Cuyahoga Valley National Park existed; granted I was kind of a late bloomer when it comes to being an outdoor enthusiast and National Park buff. Two years ago when we traveled to Cleveland for my best friend’s wedding, Ryan and I stopped at the park to check it off our list. The entire park was covered in snow then, we even built a snowman on a walk to Brandywine Falls. Last weekend Ryan and I went back to Cuyahoga Valley National Park to ride bikes along the Towpath. There aren’t many safe places to ride near my parent’s house and there is a serious lack of bike shops in Northeast Ohio so we ended up on the Towpath by default – Century Cycles in Peninsula is the only shop that rents bikes on Sunday mornings. It worked out well as the shop is located right on the path, and given our love for National Parks Ryan and I weren’t complaining at the chance to spend some time in Cuyahoga Valley National Park.
As some of you know I have a distinct fear of falling, I often describe it as a fear of heights, but it’s really not that. It is actually a fear of falling off of an edge. Things like hiking trails on exposed ridge lines, descending steep switchbacks and crossing tall bridges tend to make my palms sweat and stomach tie up in knots. I have a few vivid memories from my childhood where I can recall my fear of falling being triggered. The first was a repeat offender, crossing the bridge to get from the parking garage to the Gund Arena (now “The Q”). I always walked quickly and as far away from the glass windows as possible, this was quite ridiculous since the bridge is a solid enclosed structure. The other fear I had was that I was going to fall into the Ohio and Erie Canal. I know this fear was instilled in me when I went on a field trip to the canal in elementary school. The adults that were giving the demonstration and explaining how the locks worked weren’t super enthusiastic, despite their stunning early 1800’s attire. In fact, I don’t really remember anything about how the canal worked or the history of the area, which is unusual given I have a great memory. The only thing I remember is the strict warning we received, if we weren’t careful and behaving we might fall in the canal and get trapped in one of the locks. I was terrified, and have been coping with a fear of falling ever since. Years later I remember my Dad asking me if I wanted to go ride bikes on the Towpath, which paralleled the canal. I refused because I was categorically convinced that I would fall off the path and into the canal. I’m sure my Dad thought I was being a teenage brat, because that must have seemed like the most illegitimate fear imaginable. So regrettably, I didn’t spend much time on the Towpath growing up, which is a shame because it is an incredible path for running and cycling that travels 81 miles from Bolivar to Cleveland.
Ryan and I rode 12.5 miles (for a 25 miles ride) of the path this weekend and he must have said how nice the trail was five times. We only got to go from Peninsula to Rockside Road before we had to turn around and get back to my parent’s house, but I enjoyed every minute of it. We even got to ride past the very spot where my fear of falling was born, the Canal Exploration Center at Lock 38, where the demonstrations and history lectures are given. I had to laugh to myself and the irrationality of my fear as we pedaled past the locks. First of all, there are several stretches of the path where there is no visible water on either side, second the path doesn’t butt up directly on the water’s edge, there is a barrier of grass and dirt between the two, and finally the water is shallow and stagnant. If in fact anyone ever were to fall in its not as if raging rapids would carry them away. That’s the thing about fears though, by their very definition they are irrational. They rob us of our intelligence and logic if we let them and manifest themselves into insurmountable and paralyzing monsters. Once we learn how to battle and quiet our fears and overcome them we can look back and see how senseless they were to begin with. While I can proudly say I am no longer afraid of falling in the canal, my fear of falling still gets me from time to time, especially while mountain biking, but I’ll save those stories for another post. I had a great time facing my fear head on this past weekend and look forward to riding on the canal again someday. I’d like to do the Towpath in its entirety, and maybe even tackle the whole Buckeye Trail, hopefully on my own bike next time. Dad, if you are reading this it’s time for you to start training!
If you don’t know a canal lock is like an elevator for boats, it lifts or lowers the boats onto the next level of the canal. The trail is called the Towpath because it used to be a towing trail for mules to tow the canal boats along the water.
Goolds Gone Wild 