With Bryan turning 40 this year, my mom bringing up riding the DALMAC in the future, and plainly just needing an adventure and goal to set for ourselves, at the beginning of the year Bryan and I committed to training and signing up for the Seattle to Portland (STP) Bicycle Classic. We’ve heard about this ride throughout the years and have known (few) people personally that have completed it. To me, when I first heard of it I thought “why?”. I’ve never been a cyclist really. I like to commute by bike and I like to use my bike to get places. But to just go out for a ride for exercise, that was never really me. But back in 2020, Bryan got us both new Canyon Cycle road bikes that are light-weight, fast, and my first ever bike with clip-in pedals. It immediately got more fun riding longer distances and we’ve enjoyed the past several years taking the girls out on the trailer for rides and riding ourselves. I didn’t really know what I was getting myself into when signing up for this ride though. I compared it to a half marathon, and in terms of difficulty it is, but in terms of time commitment, it’s more.
And so, the training ensued. Bryan was the first out the gate on his bike, starting in early February when I still believed it was too cold for me to get out there. I was impressed. And then of course he had his bike accident on one ride around Magnolia that set him back a few weeks while his wrists heeled. This made us both wearier of cars while on our bike, for good or bad. Miraculously, aside from his wrists, a gash in his ankle, and some soreness and tightness in one calf, he was okay from this accident. I got started on my rides with my first ride coming at the beginning of March. This was a commute ride with both girls behind me and to say it wasn’t a motivational ride is an understatement. The girls combined in the trailer add so much weight, make your ride so much more difficult, and slow you down so much these days.
I started at it slowly but slowly picked up steam, following the STP training schedule more or less as the months went on. Bryan phrased that schedule better by it essentially increasing in volume by 10% each week. For me I tried to get in most of my shorter rides (and even some longer rides) in midweek when my schedule would allow. Bryan would get his in usually early afternoon and his longer rides on the weekend. Of course, as the weeks tracked on and the mileage and long rides kept increasing, we both saved those longer rides for the weekend, essentially handing off the girls on weekend days.

With my parents here for a month, this granted us some rare longer rides together and that was such a treat. We got to ride a 65-miler towards North Bend on the Middle Fork route one weekend, a 40-miler along the Cedar River Trail from Renton, a 65-miler turned 50-miler around Camano Island another weekend. Without them here these rides would have been pretty impossible and for me it was a good confidence boost to start riding these longer rides with Bryan. Once I had done them with him though, well, I was seeking out new adventure rides for myself to places I had never cycled. Solo I went north to Snohomoish and Monroe, I went way south along the Green River Trail to Auburn and back through Black Diamond, and I did another ride north to Everett and all the way back on the Interurban Trail. We both started stopping at Jersey Mikes for mid-ride fuel stops and I found these to be almost a treat but also easy enough on my tummy to immediately keep cycling after eating.




We both could tell our body and our booty were getting in shape for this ride. As we approached, we were both over the solo long rides and really ready to get the actual event going. At this point I had biked over 1,500 miles since March. We also had figured out the logistics with the girls. We had our trusty and responsible sitter Sonja coming over early morning on Saturday to be there when the girls woke up and then Sarah and Lottie were coming over to our house to spend Saturday night before Sonja came back over Sunday afternoon to stay with them until whenever it was we made it back home. We got our bags packed the Friday night before our ride, which required a fair amount of thought for what we needed. We needed our water bottles and maybe a few snacks on our bike and had to secure our bibb number to our bike jersey, helmet and bike. For our overnight bag we fit our sleeping bag and pillow, two changes of clothes, toothbrush and toothpaste, sunscreen and chargers for the night away. We were there. Now we needed to just get whatever sleep we could before our 4:30 am wake up call that Saturday morning.
And so Saturday morning started early and it all began. Girls were asleep still, thankfully. We changed into our bike gear, hydrated and had breakfast. Sonja arrived and we caught her up to speed on the girls. I was all packed, clothed, helmet and bike cleats on, and sunscreened up. We forgot one thing in the kitchen and as I turned around in the dining room to go get it I suddenly felt myself flying and then THUD! Down with a very hard bang I went straight on my bum. I sat there for what felt like a few minutes. Figuring out if I could get up, making sure I was breathing normally, assessing the damage, knowing full well Bryan was probably trying not to laugh behind me and Sonja was speechless in not knowing what to do or say in this moment. After a few minutes, I was still in considerable pain but knew I could get up to standing and needed to do this bike ride. What I realized happened was there was a layer of sunscreen spray film on the dining room floors that made it insanely slippery with my bike cleats and I had zero traction at all. I really wasn’t sure at this point if I had a broken tailbone or what but it sure felt like it. I had difficulty getting my leg up and over the bike (which would be a common issue getting on and off the bike over the next two days) but with how far forward I sit on the bike; biking wasn’t when I was in pain. I was definitely shaken up at this point and not myself though.
Off we were, riding the three miles to the start line at Husky Stadium with everything we needed for the next two days and night on our backs and the girls asleep at home. We were on schedule, got to the staging area around 5:20 am, found the truck to throw our bags on so that we’d get them later that day, had to get a new bus ticket for Bryan for our return trip on Sunday because his packet came without one even though we had purchased one and then we got in the front of the next wave of bikers to set out on our 207-mile adventure south. They said go and we clipped in and off we were. The first 12 miles or so were very familiar terrain for us as we were biking through Montlake and then the Arboretum and then onto Lake Washington Boulevard with views of the sun just starting to come up and Mt Rainier crystal clear. I’d heard of bike collisions in these first early miles when people start out eager and reckless and the guy in front of me on Lake Washington was trying to pull out his phone and all of his electronics came flying out on the road with a hundred cyclists behind him. Bryan and I didn’t take any photos and tried to play as safe and well-paced as we could. We got to Seward Park and headed up to Rainier Avenue, heading down to Renton and then hitting roads we’ve never cycled. The first half of the day was a lot of passing other cyclists or being passed, slowly the crowds of bikes started to thin and the boisterousness of all the cyclists slowly mellowed.


We had our first official stop at the IKEA in Renton and they had tons of easy to grab food, restrooms and Gatorade so we quickly recharged, refilled, and used the restroom there and then headed out again. The weather was still pretty good at this point, granted it was only about 7:30 am. From there we headed through Kent and Auburn then Puyallup where there was a mini stop that we stopped again briefly for more water, a banana, and to use the restrooms. The biggest hill of the ride (which is not that big) is shortly after this stop and we headed out with that in the near future. This hill was no problem for us and we were still feeling good and pretty fresh but the heat was definitely starting to build as we pulled into Spanaway High School for the next major stop. I believe this stop was at about mile 52 and it was hot. We got some delicious sandwiches, pickles and pickle juice, some fruit and cookies and took shelter in some shade. They had a great DJ here and as Bryan said, this was a rejuvenating (and needed) rest stop. We were back on the bike, around 10:30 am and continued west towards Joint Base Lewis-McChord. From there we turned south and this next stretch was an interesting part because we were the only traffic on a stretch of road through the base for miles and we’d pass all of these fire arm training centers. It was a little dystopian future like with acres of land and training centers and not a sole to be seen.
After several miles we were back on the highway and continuing south to McKenna and the next mini stop where we just took in some shade and cooled off for the first time with our new cooling cloths. There was only food for purchase here but they did have a local hard boiled egg stand handing out free eggs and honestly this was delicious with some salt as it was nice and cold. Back on the bikes for the next stretch of the ride, the infamous Yelm to Tenino Trail. This was the only portion of the ride that was on a paved trail instead of a road and it’s known for being horribly bumpy and filled with potholes. However, I had read that just this year they sanded down many of the bumps to smooth it out. Not even 30 seconds after telling Bryan this while on the trail, Bryan hit a hard-to-see divot in the trail that sent his bike sideways and into a blackberry infested ditch. There were several people behind him that avoided a wreck but were there to help him get his bike and himself out of the ditch. It took about five minutes to locate his bike computer that had also become dislodged and Bryan was covered head to toe with scratches from the blackberries. We both were a little shaken up and got ourselves composed before getting back on the bike. We had about 15 miles on this trail and were very careful from there on out. Fortunately, it was pretty decent the remainder of this segment and better shaded than the road so that was a nice respite from the blaring out sun. There was another mini stop that we stopped quickly for some more water but didn’t delay too much here.
About 10 more miles of the trail after this stop and we arrived in little Tenino to the best mini stop of the ride yet. They had tons of homemade baked goodies, cold watermelon that was so refreshing, pickle juice shots, sunscreen to reapply, a mister and restrooms. We needed this stop to cool off, refuel and recompose. I think this was at about the 84-mile marker and our last pit stop before the official midpoint in Centralia. After this stop we were feeling better and the next hour plus to Centralia were okay. We pulled into a big gathering of people, many who were spending the night here. There were free French fries and ice cream which were great and we took shade under the trees in the grass to cool off with our cooling rags again. Because so many people were ending their day there it felt like we should be ending there as well and almost felt like torture that we had another 20 miles (90 minutes approximately) to go to get to our finish line for the day. At this point, it was about 2 pm and it was fully hot. But, knowing we weren’t too far off we got back on our bike and headed out, slowly.




These last 20 miles were not easy miles. With it being so hot, our speed slowed drastically. At this point I was ready to get there but there were two mini stops on the way, just south of Chehalis and another in Napavine after one more big, very hot, climb. We stopped at both, for more snacks (although at this point, I had had so much fruit and cookies I was full up), more water, but more importantly the misting stations. This was all through beautiful farmland which also meant zero shade on the road. Finally, just before 4 pm we arrived in Winlock and pulled into the gravel parking lot we were instructed to stop at and waited for a truck from the Toledo-Lewis Fire Department to come pick us up. We waited maybe 15 minutes before the truck and a very friendly firewoman arrived who told us we were the first of about 18 to arrive. Wow! Into the AC truck we went with our bikes in the back, taking the 8-mile detour to the fire station for the rest of the night.




The fire station was an experience, in the best way possible. We arrived to very friendly and hospitable hosts, had the first pick of cots in the main room with a long table running down the middle. We each got a shower in that made us feel like a million bucks and then took seats in the only two recliners in the station, where we didn’t move as more and more cyclists arrived, until dinner was served at 6 pm. And dinner was delicious! You would expect nothing less from a fire station. We had some really great lasagna, Caesar salad, garlic bread and broccoli and then there was two types of cookies and brownies for dessert. After going back for seconds and having some great conversation with some of the other riders, Bryan and I knew we needed to stretch our legs a bit and walked around the small town, first to the Nisqually River to soak our feet in the chilly water and then to the only market in town for Bryan to find cream for all of his scrapes and scratches. We came back to the fire station for our dessert and to get cozy in bed where I fell asleep at 9 pm to my Kindle without any problem.





At 5 am were woken not by an alarm, but by the firemen saying that the baggage truck was already there to collect our bags and we needed to get them packed. The truck wasn’t supposed to arrive until after we had all departed at 7 am but I guess this got everyone moving and getting ready early. We threw our bag on the truck and then at 5:30 am we had a huge breakfast made for us of coffee, pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, lemon loaf and bananas. I felt fueled, refreshed and ready to get as early of a start on these last 84 miles as possible, knowing that it was only going to be a hotter day. We had to wait for all of the cyclist and then they took us by truck back to Winlock to reunite with our dear friend, the STP route. Back on the road and heading straight south we were feeling good. We were flying. We were going at like 20 mph trying to tackle as many miles we could while it was still reasonably cool. We bypassed the mini stop at Vader to keep chugging along. At one point we got behind the only ebike I saw on the ride who we drafted from for several miles on some rolling hills. We didn’t want to lose him so we also bypassed the Castle Rock mini stop, which neither of us needed anyways.

We did stop at Lexington main stop, still feeling surprisingly good but needed a quick bathroom break and water refresh before rolling out again. After Lexington we hit some wind through Kelso and Longview. We then were riding up the Lewis and Clark Bridge to pass from Washington into Oregon over the Columbia River. It was really beautiful but a fairly steep bridge. After crossing into Oregon we entered what people call the “Dirty Thirty”. For the next too-many miles we were on Highway 30 that fortunately had a wide shoulder and smooth surface but was blazing hot with no shade and cars go fast and loud beside you. We kept trucking though, going as fast as we could and making good time. This stretch seemed to go on and on and on. We skipped the mini on this stretch and then entered St Helens where there was another very good and much needed main rest stop. We got some frozen grapes that were about the best thing I’ve ever eaten. More sandwiches, watermelon, pickle juice and pickles, and cookies. A misting station and restrooms and we had about 30 miles left at this point (I think or maybe it was 40). All I know is we had for sure several more miles on Highway 30 ahead of us. We cranked out a bunch of still very hot miles and then stopped at the very last mini of the ride to use their cooling tents. I know we had 20 at this point left, approximately 90 minutes again. About 10 more miles on Highway 30 before finally turning off and going over the St Johns Bridge over the Willamette River into Portland. We entered Portland from the northwest side and the route left us with about 8 miles east through Portland to finish at the finish line at Holladay Park. I definitely had some strong emotions and feelings of accomplishment as I crossed that line. Such a good feeling.


The finish line party was neat and we had our priorities set out for us; get rid of our bikes, get our bags, clean up somehow, get food and a drink, change and then head back to Seattle. The wait for the bike bus was the longest and that’s what I had heard so we waited that out and got our bags at the same time. With our bikes on the bus, we were free to walk around and we got our finisher t-shirt and patch and our free sunglasses and then headed to the fountain to take a fountain shower. Cooling down and getting the sweat off was fully needed and made us both feel a million times better. With our voucher we could get a meal at the gyro truck or Mexican truck and we both opted for a gyro with fries. Man, those fries were the saltiest things I’ve ever had. We made our way to the beer garden to sit and enjoy the live music and got a beer. I then walked over for a cold brew coffee from Starbucks that I so wanted before boarding the bus back to Seattle.





We each rinsed off and cooled off in the fountain once more before finding the changing tents to change into clean and more comfortable clothes for the bus ride back. We got to the bus just as the first was pulling away so we were riders #4 and 5 and had to wait for like 50 more people to fill up the bus before we could leave. This meant we were sitting on the bus for a full hour waiting but the seats were comfortable and we could chill out and the drive back to Seattle was only mildly traffic for just over a 3-hour drive. It was interesting passing many places that we had cycled near or next to. We got back to Husky Stadium just after 7 pm, found our bikes without hassle and took them to the nearest bus stop to catch the 48 bus up the hill because there was no way in the world either of us were cycling home. We stopped at Safeway quickly for some chips and salsa and then got back home to the girls.
The girls weekend went alright. They were fine upon waking up Saturday morning to Sonja and Sonja drove them up to Volunteer Park for Reese’s friend’s birthday party and the wading pool. Once back home, Sarah and Lottie came over for the rest of Saturday and spent the night with them. They both slept well for Sarah and enjoyed playing with the bounce house and water in the backyard to keep cool. It was an equally hot weekend at home and the house was pretty warm when we got back. Reese had another wave of nausea from we think the heat and dehydration at the tail end of Sarah’s time with them so she took a nap in her air-conditioned room for a bit but was feeling fine once we were back home. It was great to see the girls and get our showers in and sleep in our bed once more. Bryan’s cuts have now mostly fully healed and my tailbone is sore only when I sit directly on it or have unbalanced loading in one leg.
We loved the ride and would do it again but not before doing other rides around Seattle or elsewhere. It was quite the adventure and the experience but the training really is a lot to commit to, especially on top of work and two kids. We are really great cycling companions though and I think have a similar cadence and speed to one another for long distances and I think we both were proud of ourselves for the speed we clocked the ride in at. We passed many, many riders on the road and although we also got passed, it was not by many. Now, I would never do the ride in one day, I think that is absurd. I would 100% stay at the Toledo fire station again and Bryan was spot on about getting more than halfway the first day to have an easier ride the second day. There are honestly few things I would have done differently now having ridden it once. And I am very thankful that our mishaps were minor and not major like some other stories I’ve heard. The craziest thing is that we both are thinking about going for a ride soon, sooner for sure than I thought I would.
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Chelsea











































































































































































































































































