MIKE JORGENSEN BIKES FROM CANADA TO MEXICO PART I

 

After months of preparation and a few interesting pre-trips that were priceless learning experiences I was finally ready to set off on my journey. I boarded the Amtrak Coastline in Santa Ana, Ca an settled in for the 38 hour ride to Seattle, Wa which passed through some beautiful places and really pumped me up for my ride. With more built up energy and excitement than a teenager about to be released for summer vacation I hoped off the Train in Seattle and began my adventure. I wanted to get as close to the border of Canada as possible so the next two days were spent figuring out my way from Seattle to Port Angeles, Wa. There is no way to sugar coat it, the first couple days were rough. I started out taking a ferry over the Puget Sound to Bainbridge Island where I was met with 90 degree heat and the realization that I definitely packed to much. Pulling 60+ pounds of weight on the trailer, including a surfboard, wetsuits, fishing equipment, and enough Mountain House freeze dried food to feed a small army I pushed uphill and across the Hood Canal bridge and on my way to the Olympic Peninsula. After the bridge I took a wrong turn on to the 19 and was forced to fix a flat in a shoulder no wider than 16” on a log trucking road. Setting up camp behind an old high school in the small farm town of Chimacum I figured out my location and was in Heart of the Hills Campground in Port Angeles by the next evening. The next couple of days I spent adjusting to the weather, fixing flats and broken spokes, and the realization that I was most likely not going to score any good surf in Washington. Leaving Kalaloch campground one week after I got on the train I was still in bad weather and still hadn’t got a fish bigger than a pound; I was starting to feel discouraged but fortunately my body was beginning to feel stronger. I rode on and arrived at Lake Quinault to sunshine and no wind and spent the afternoon washing my clothes, swimming, and fishing. It was exactly what I need and I was starting to feel refreshed. Waking up less than two feet from the lake the next morning my spirits were high and I was ready to ride. I only made it 7 miles down the road before I passed a stream that looked to good to not fish. Within five minutes I had two keeper trout and celebrated by lighting off some fireworks I scored at the Indian Reservation the previous day. I continued winding my way down the 101 South and through the Olympic National Forest, Countless historical sites and Indian Reservations, as well as some of the most enchanting rainforests I have ever seen. While taking a break in the middle of a rainforest you can almost feel the life growing around you. Everything is so green and it is truly amazing. I crossed over the Astoria Bridge and into Oregon on July 11th and have been greeted with nothing but good weather and great riding for the last couple of days. Averaging 70 miles a day I feel strong and I had an emotional moment in the Siuslaw National Forest after summiting a 5 mile climb realizing that I’m living one of my dreams and that I am really going to make it. The first week threw some curveballs at me and was challenging but I grew from it and I am now halfway into Oregon and feeling stronger than ever. I have settled into life on the road and am starting to feel like I am truly in my element. Onward to Mexico!

**Big Thanks To Mountain House Freeze Dried products for supplying me with great food for the trip!

Mike Jorgensen

 

Lindsay’s Surf Snacks

Surf Snacks 

Surf Snacks

Surf Snacks

 

Pre-Surf Snacks: Light, not too filling, foods that are packed with healthy energy-serving carbohydrates as well as being high in antioxidants.

 

Fresh organic fruit or smoothie.

Fresh Fruit

Fresh Fruit

Larabar

Larabar

Larabar

 

Post-Surf Snacks: These snacks yield a complementary combination of carbohydrates & protein necessary to restore glycogen stores (source of energy) & aide in protein synthesis for muscle recovery.

 

Vegetables dipped in hummus 

Vegetables dipped in hummus

Vegetables dipped in hummus

Chia Seed Pudding

Chia Seed Pudding

Chia Seed Pudding

Recipe for Chia Seed Pudding:

- 3TBsp Cia Seeds

-3/4 cup Almond Milk

- Refrigerate overnight, stir, and enjoy

Enjoy

Enjoy

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One Spring Day

Toes on the Nose team riders Michael Jorgensen, Noah Cardoza, and Tim Sachs enjoying a spring day at Cardiff.
Music by: Sashamon

 

2 Wheels and 2 Nights on Catalina Island

With a bigger trip planned for the future and a little spring break time off, I figured the seemingly endless hills of Catalina would be a great place to explore and put in some tough miles. Starting Tuesday, I hopped on the Flyer to cross the channel with my fuji clyclecross, two fishing poles, and enough supplies for three days of backside exploring. The elevation changes from 0 to 1602 ft from Avalon to Catalina’s Airport in the sky, and I learned first hand that it is a ride that will make your legs cramp, your lungs scream, and your heart smile.  You pedal up a 2.4 mile, 10+ grade hill, cursing last nights decision to have that final beer only to be greeted by the salty yet cooling breeze and the view of the Pacific Ocean to your left and your right when you reach your the tallest peak of the trip. That’s when you remember you’re on one of California’s most pristine Channel Islands and only a couple miles away from a famous buffalo burger. From the airport to the backside of the island and Little Harbor, where I planned to stay for the night, was a six-mile gravel road ride that was filled with herds of buffalo and some downhill speeds that can really push your comfort level. Once on the backside, I locked my bike up and dedicated my time to hiking and fishing the most productive spots in my vicinity. I decided to wake up early Wednesday morning and make the trek East to Cottonwood Beach where I knew there was some decent rocks to fish of off. When I arrived, the tide was dropping, the wind was picking up, and the ocean was looking mean. Time for battle! I had high hopes and low expectations but taking a minute to assess my situation, I started thinking like a fish in this rough environment and came out strong. Finding a special bait in the rocks, I let the artificial lures take a break and started hooking up on some great coastal fish. I spent the day fishing and arrived back to camp at sunset with just enough time to sashimi up some sheapshead and enjoy it with some freeze-dried pad thai with a truly sunburnt smile on my face. Thursday’s sunrise woke me up and I couldn’t help casting out a couple more lines in front of Little Harbor. With a few calico bass and a surprise 3 lb. opal eye on the lure, I had just enough energy to make it up to the airport by mid morning. On the ten mile, relatively downhill ride to Avalon, I had enough time to take in the views of the deer and California sage brush that cover the interior of the island and finished with a Buffalo Milk at Descanso Beach to send me home on a great note and make me realize how special this Island really is to me.

 

Story and Photos by: Mike Jorgensen

 

 

New wetsuit jackets available in stores and on-line now!

Toes on the Nose is Proud to release our new “Cold Front” and “Barrier” Wetsuit tops. _L__0001

Kai Sallis testiong out the cold front at on the North Shore of Oahu

Kai Sallis testing out the cold front wetsuit top on the North Shore of Oahu

The toes wetsuit top is mental!!! Thin warm flexible. What more do you need?   -Darren Eudaly

The toes wetsuit top is mental!!! Thin warm flexible. What more do you need?
-Darren Eudaly

2 mm body and 1 mm sleeve piecing. Pull-over wetsuit top with black zipper for easy fitting. Elastic cord detail to attach to your board shorts for better stability, elastic cord with toggle to secure waistline.

2 mm body and 1 mm sleeve piecing. Pull-over wetsuit top with black zipper for easy fitting. Elastic cord detail to attach to your board shorts for better stability, elastic cord with toggle to secure waistline.

2 mm body and 1 mm sleeve piecing. Full front-zip wetsuit top with elastic cord detail to attach to your board shorts for better stability, elastic cord with toggle to secure waistline.

2 mm body and 1 mm sleeve piecing. Full front-zip wetsuit top with elastic cord detail to attach to your board shorts for better stability, elastic cord with toggle to secure waistline.

John Muir Trail

Who ever created the world sure went through a lot of trouble, it would be down right rude of me not to go out and see as much as possible…                                            -Edward Readicker-Henderson

The summer in Orange County is a unique and interesting time of the year.  On one hand it brings sunshine, beautiful weather and playful south swells that can keep any surfer entertained.  On the other hand, Huntington Beach hosts the U.S. Open of Surfing which brings mountains of trash and enough bros to fill a Moto cross arena so I was more than happy to make the trade for the Golden Trout and towering peaks of the High Sierra’s.   A journey along the John Muir Trail was just the thing to distract Toes on the Nose team rider, Tim Sachs and fellow adventurer Lafe Issacson to team up with me and escape from the blackballs and blown out afternoons we have grown so familiar with. Trading the congested lanes of PCH to chasing black bears down the trails of America’s most beautiful thru-hike was just what the doctor ordered.

Ascending out of Yosemite Valley, we make a group decision to take in the beauty of our environment at our own pace, supplement our diet with what we could from the land, and have more fun and adventure than anyone else on the trail.  Our final destination was 218 miles away on the granite covered summit of the highest peaks in the contiguous United States.  Mount Whitney towers 14,508 feet above sea level and our bodies had plenty of time to acclimate during our eleven mountain passes and countless uphill miles.  Breaking through a mountain pass at 13,000 feet gives you a sense of accomplishment  much like sticking a steep drop and making that barrel you couldn’t see an end to.  It’s tedious, it takes effort and constant focus and when you make it, it’s a feeling that few get to experience and no one can take away.

Being away from the ocean in the summer was tough but we were able to get our water fix by jumping off the highest rocks we could find into crystal blue pools and rivers and often venturing miles off trail to soak in hot springs surrounded by the forest. We traded in kayak fishing and diving on Corona Del Mar’s rocky coast for fishing on the banks of the Tuolmne, King, and San Juaquin rivers.  Surrounded by the Minarets, Tim and I pulled a combo of 60+ brooke, brown, and rainbow trout out of a pond leading from Garnett Lake in less than an hour and decided to stop keeping track of our fish count because it was just getting too ridiculous.  Some of the best trout fishing I’ve ever experienced in some of the most amazing scenery we could imagine; we were doing something special, and we knew it the whole time. Our senses were on overload as we hiked through the Golden Staircases where Lafe spotted a perfect eating size California Quail.  With a quick shot from my trusty wrist rocket, Quail and trout Pad Thai was on the menu for dinner.  Catching and collecting extra additions to our to our freeze dried meals was an extremely gratifying and fun part of the trip.  My taste buds still miss the taste of the purple flowered Sierra Swap Onion. Taking a break from the trail to harvest these delights surrounded by Jeffery Pine and Primrose was a daily ritual that I have truly missed.

Lightning storms and monsoons graciously replaced the everyday mundane June gloom we were used too.  Descending into Evolution Valley, the beginning of the most magnificent lightning storm I have ever experienced was starting.  We were arriving to the lake late in the day and we just barely set up camp on the south side of the lake when the sky started erupting.  We raced to tear down tents and get away from all of our metal knowing very well that people die each year in the High Sierras due to lightning strikes.  Doing our best trying to avoid being a statistic, we huddled under the 8×8 tarp I had and we fought, shouted at, and laughed through the wind and the rain and watched in nervous astonishment as the lightning storm passed over from one side of the valley to the other.

The last three days of the hike we had the awesome opportunity to spend some time hiking towards Mount Whitney with Elizabeth Wenk, the author of the Essential Guide to the John Muir Trail which is comparable to the Bible while on the trail.  Elizabeth was an idol to all of us and had a complete wealth of knowledge on the trail and was eager to educate us on any question we could throw at her.  Elizabeth Wenk has put in enough time and miles in the Sierras to challenge Muir himself but was still and extremely humble and caring individual. (she later helped with saving the live of a distraught hiker with extreme altitude sickness after summiting Whitney herself.)

We summited the top of Mount Whitney on July 29th 2013(exactly one year from the first time Lafe and I first hiked Whitney) just in time to catch an incredible sunset.  We spent the night in the hut on top of Mt. Whitney with some new friends of the trail and awaited our last day in the Sierras.  We woke up in time to catch the sunrise and take in the last 22 days of our lives.  After sunrise and eating the last bits of food we had we charged the 11 or so miles down Whitney to meet Katie, Tim’s girlfriend, and the nearest hamburger stand we could find.  Looking back on the trip and the experiences Lafe, Tim, and I shared it’s hard for me to imagine another place where you can throw a 40 ft gainer, shoot a quail, catch 10 golden trout, a lizard, a snake, a marmot, and chase a bear through a meadow all in the same day.  But yet again, the John Muir Trail is a place all in its own.

“Who gains the blessing of one Mountain day; whatever his fate, long life, short life, stormy or calm, he is rich forever.”  John Muir

Written by: Mike Jorgensen