My custom Ellis, that is. Since I ride only a few of my bicycles in the winter crud, the Ellis' days for this year are limited. It won't see any miles once the sand and salt hit the roadways. I can't express how quickly the crud eats up bicycle components. We live in a northern city on a hill. Massive amounts of salt and sand are dumped on the streets every time it snows or gets icy. There are literally piles of it along the sides of the roads. Right now the only bike that sees that stuff is the Cross Check. Not even the winter
Pugsley sees street action unless it's below zero and dry. With no fenders and four inch wide tires, it can throw up a lot of crud.
Yesterday, however, I got out on the Ellis. The beginning of the snow season has been delayed by a wonderfully mild November. In past years, a bike like my Ellis would have been in hibernation weeks ago.
I was planning a 60 mile
practice ride. But since I've been waking up feeling not quite right for the past 4 or 5 days, my motivation to get out was lacking. I seem to be having some gluten or
lectin protein issues related to my
Celiac Disease. Perhaps to many nightshades vegetables this week, which are high in
lectins.
I ended up finally getting out for a ride about 2:00. I couldn't let a beautiful November day slip by without taking advantage of it. Plus, the possibility of having to wait until April or May for my next Ellis ride convinced me. I ended up going 42 miles instead of 60, but I took a route with some serious hills.

I headed south out Rt 23. Twelve miles into the ride I started the first climb. Over the next 8
miles I would do almost 4.5 miles of climbing. I crossed over the St Louis River and rode hard the 1.5 mile climb out of the river valley. At the top is this view (above) of Jay Cooke State Park. I turned around and rode back down the hill, crossed back over the river and turned onto
Cty 210 for one of my favorite stretches of road. It climbs and twists through the state park. There are two more big climbs of .75 and .5 miles in length, and several easier uphill grades.

Hard to tell in the picture, but this is a significant uphill grade that is .5 miles in length.

This time of year, with all the leaves gone, there is a non-stop view of the rocky St Louis River. In summer, you can always hear the river, but rarely see it.

I stopped at the Park Office for a bathroom break and a quick snack at a picnic table. I couldn't stay long because I'd catch a chill sitting around. I was dressed very light, but as always, I still soaked my two light layers. The temp was in the low 40's.
I have to say the
Ellis really does keep getting better and better. It's such a joy to ride. It fits me so well, it really disappears beneath me as I ride. And it feels great climbing in or out of the saddle.
After leaving the park , I would normally hit the
Munger Trail for a direct 15 mile route back home. But since it's rifle deer season, I get nervous on the narrow
Munger Corridor when it passes through private landowner properties. It's bad enough, on the county roads. I heard
gunshots frequently. I headed north, passed through
Esko, and then headed east towards Proctor before descending back down into Duluth.

This time of year, I see more of these then bicyclists on the roads. Roller skiers getting in shape for the upcoming cross country ski season. This guy was taking the entire lane and totally oblivious to what was coming up behind him. I rang my bell as I approached him. He had the nerve to turn around and give me a dirty look. He made me cross the center line to get around him. Dick! (Sorry, but that's the impression I got.) He then
speeded up as I passed him to try and stay with me. I could hear his poles
hitting the
asphalt right behind me. I had to speed up to 18 mph on a gentle incline to start putting some road between us. I have to admit he was a strong skier.
As always, I was glad I got out for a ride. I was tired. Even with all the hills and constant rolling hills in the second half, I still managed to avg 15 mph for the ride. That's riding solo, with no one to draft but roller skiers.