Southern California, Day 2, Pine Valley to Borrego Springs

We started from Pine Valley today. On the official ride, this is traditionally one of our coldest mornings. Frost is not uncommon. A 6 week earlier ride date made all the difference. While we rode day 1 true to the official route (with the Tavern Rd/Japutal Rd option) today we'd modify our route a bit. Rather than ride to Warner Springs we'd ride slightly farther, to Borrego Springs. Doing so gave us more lodging options, and the added miles were mostly down Montezuma Grade. The total miles for the day weren't all that much different, since we eliminated an out and back to Warner Springs. We faced a big climb right out of the gate and knew we'd warm up quickly. We all took off in shorts and climbed Sunshine Hwy up Mt Laguna.

It was a nice day for riding up a mountain.

The gang was still in race mode. We had planned a regroup at the Mt Laguna Lodge near the 6000 ft summit of Mt Laguna. When I got there, I was told they had all ridden by without stopping. There would be no snowballs today.

I visited with the store owner sharing stories of past AYH Christmas Bike Rides. After a short while I pedaled on, taking in views of the desert below as I headed toward Julian. Knowing where to look, I could make out the Salton Sea in the distance. We'd be riding along its shores tomorrow.

I arrived in Julian, famous for it's apple pies, and found my riding partners sitting on a street corner. They had stopped 2 city blocks short of our planned pie stop, and were unsure which way to proceed. If you ride in front of the ride leader it is generally advisable to know the route! We partook of pie, as it is almost a required duty when visiting Julian.

I helped spot Julie out of a tight parking space as my riding partners pedaled off. My riding partners had me baffled. I couldn't understand the rush to get to our lodging each night. There were no plans to do anything other than check-in, shower, and go to dinner. We couldn't check in until the official check-in times, usually mid afternoon. Adding to my bafflement, I had made all the room reservations for the group, in my name, with my credit card. They couldn't check-in until I got there, and I wasn't planning on getting there before check-in time.

I did have an ace up my sleeve...... I knew the route intimately. This was my 5th time on the complete route, and I've ridden segments of the route on many other occasions. Our plan was to ride up Mesa Grande Rd near Warner Springs. I love that segment of road, it is very scenic. But I've biked it many times, but knew I could bypass it and save about 7 miles of riding. In the interest of being at our Borrego Springs lodging before my partners so they didn't have to wait to check in, I bypassed Mesa Grande.

When I got to where Mesa Grande Rd rejoined Hwy 79 I wasn't sure if I was in the lead, or if they had reached that point before I did. I kept up a quick pace. I turned onto Montezuma Valley road and pushed hard to reach Montezuma Grade, the famed "Glass Elevator" of Race Across America.

I knew that my partners would be pacelining, coming like a freight train. They would either be gaining on me if behind, or putting distance on me if out in front. As I climbed the final elevation before the monster descent Julie came up in the support car. I asked if she had seen the others behind me. She said she hadn't, but she too had bypassed Mesa Grande Rd. I filled my water bottles and pedaled onward as she drove back to see if the others were behind me. Before too long Julie was back, and reporting that the others were about 3 miles behind me. I had about 2 miles to go yet before beginning the descent. I was confident that even if our group started the descent together, none of them could match my speed down the hill. Big gears and cornering confidence makes my hard to keep up with on big descents.

I dropped over the lip of the Montezuma Grade without seeing them behind me. Down I went!

Our overnight lodging was so close to the base of Montezuma Grade that I wouldn't have had to turn a crank to get there now. I rolled into our lodging as my phone rang. Julie was with my riding partners at the top of Montezuma Grade. They were asking if she knew how I was doing. They were expecting me to be distantly behind them. I told her to tell them I was doing fine. That was an understatement, as I stood in the shade of a palm tree with a glass of ice water in my hand waiting for our rooms to be prepared.  I was about 12 miles ahead of them and done riding for the day! I kept an eye out for them.

After about 15 minutes Julie drove in.

In about another 10 minutes the guys arrived, with a bit of a bewildered look on their faces.

On Mt Laguna Julie and I had visited with a group of Seattle cyclists who had winter homes in Borrego Springs. They recommended we have dinner at Red Ocotilla at The Palms at Indian Creek. After showers, a cold adult beverage or two, some cheese and nibbles, and a soak in the hot tub, we hopped in our support car and went to The Palms It was a nice venue. Architecturally best described as "1960's Desert Modern". It was a playground for movie stars in it's heyday. Tonight it was host to a ragtag group of cyclists.

Following dinner we returned to our rooms and turned in for the night. Our two big climbing days were behind us, but tomorrow would be our longest mileage day.

...............road bike.......rollers.........mtb.....lifecycle........total
Today..............78...........0................0............0.............78 Jan..................93..............0...............0.........0..............93 Feb................411..............0..............0..........0.............411 March.............653.............0..............0.........0................653 April..............696..............0...............0.........0................696 May...............900...............0...............0.........0...............900
June..............484...............0..............0............0..............484
July..............1300................0...............0..........0.............1300
Aug................638.............0.................0..........0.............638
Sept...............232..............0................0...........0............232
Oct...............307...............0................0...........0............307
Nov..............283...............0................0...........0............283 Total...........5753.............0...............0..........0.............5753

Southern California, Day 1, San Diego to Pine Valley

I first rode the American Youth Hostels San Diego Christmas Bike Ride in 2009 and have participated every year since then. In 2009, there were about 60 riders. By last year that number had swelled to 125 and unfortunately the support/facilities had not grown to keep up with the increased needs of a group that large. The ride fee had increased from $250 in 2009 to $550 this year (day of ride registration). I offered a few suggestions to organizers on how to make this trip more enjoyable but it fell on deaf ears.

Last year I left San Diego saying that I could do this ride on my own cheaper and provide better support.

It was time to put up or shut up.

This year I invited friends to join me on a "credit card camping" trip that would for the most part follow the same route as the official event. I had predicted that we could do this trip for about $65/day (per person,double occupancy). We would have a support car to carry supplies to our nightly stops. I had scoped out lodging in each of our intended overnight stops and knew exactly what that would cost, my guess work came with food. We would be eating all meals in restaurants and I had to estimate what the bills would be.

I chose the extended Veteran's Day weekend for our time frame.

4 of us pedaled from Hotel Circle San Diego this morning under beautiful warm blue skies.

We began riding up Mission Gorge to the Father Junipero Serra trail. There were some comments about an "urban assault ride" but it really wasn't that bad. We were after all riding in the 8th most populous city in the U.S!

My riding partners were pushing a fast pace. They rode right through Mission Trails Regional Park without stopping. I've spent time there before so it wasn't as critical that I stop today, but thought that my friends were missing out.

Our group did make a brief stop for a photo.

After exiting the park we made a donut stop. :-)

Julie, our support car driver, was planning to meet us in Alpine for lunch. It had been an uphill ride all morning and our lunch stop was a welcome chance to rest and refuel.

After our lunch stop we took Tavern Rd/Japutal Rd, normally one of the optional routes for the official ride. It kept us from having to ride along the shoulder of the I-8 freeway...in exchange we rode a bit more elevation.
Soon we looked back on Alpine.

As we continued to climb, my riding partners kept up a fast pace. I just couldn't justify expending that much energy. I knew our check-in time for lodging was 3PM, and if we arrived early we'd just be sitting around waiting anyway.

Our first night was in Pine Valley. I pulled in right at 3PM, with just over a 15 mph moving average. Not bad for an out of shape old man on 54 mile route with 5800 ft of climbing. It wasn't bad, but I was the lanterne rouge.

...............road bike.......rollers.........mtb.....lifecycle........total
Today..............54...........0................0............0.............54 Jan..................93..............0...............0.........0..............93 Feb................411..............0..............0..........0.............411 March.............653.............0..............0.........0................653 April..............696..............0...............0.........0................696 May...............900...............0...............0.........0...............900
June..............484...............0..............0............0..............484
July..............1300................0...............0..........0.............1300
Aug................638.............0.................0..........0.............638
Sept...............232..............0................0...........0............232
Oct...............307...............0................0...........0............307
Nov..............122...............0................0...........0............122 Total...........5592.............0...............0..........0.............5592

Beginning to look somewhat like..............

There was snow on the ground for part of today's ride!

I met up with Arsen, a facebook acquaintance from Seattle for a mid afternoon ride.  I participated in a Pancreatic Cancer Awareness Walk this morning, all tolled an 8 mile warm up walk for this afternoon's ride.

We met at the north end of the Fremont Bridge in Seattle.  We started off by riding to near Golden Gardens where we got a view across the water, and of an approaching shower.

It had not rained all day, but that was about to change. Shortly after I took the photo it began to drip.  I had raingear along, but it never got quite hard enough to stop and put it on.  I was wearing an STP tyvek jacket which sheds water pretty well, plus we only had a couple of hours before dark, I just couldn't get that cold and miserable in that short of time.

After taking the view in, we turned east and made our way east toward Lake Washington.  Along the way we were joined by Arsen's friend Dave.  The three of us arrived at Lake Washington near Mathew's Beach.  We were surprised to find snow on the ground.  Roofs were white, parked cars were white, and the grass and leaves had a pretty good dusting of the white stuff.  After maybe a strong half mile the snow disappeared.

We pedaled along the water side of U of W, and while I had never been on the road, I did recognize the water as a place I had kayaked before.

We crossed crossed the Montlake Cut and rode along Lake Union, then across downtown Seattle to Puget Sound.  The sun was just setting as we arrived at the waterfront.  It was a worthy event for a photo stop.

We had planned to ride around Magnolia, but the setting sun made us rethink that plan.  We all had lights along, but none of us had the NEED to ride around Magnolia in the dark.  The views would be nonexistant.
We decided to ride along the ship canal instead.

As we neared Fremont I bid adieu and pedaled back up Queen Anne, while my compadres continued across the Fremont Bridge back toward their respective homes.

It was a nice night for a ride.  Even the rain shower couldn't dampen the spirit.

You can see the full interactive map HERE.

  ...............road bike.......rollers.........mtb.....lifecycle........total

Today..............34...........0................0............0.............34 Jan..................93..............0...............0.........0..............93 Feb................411..............0..............0..........0.............411 March.............653.............0..............0.........0................653 April..............696..............0...............0.........0................696 May...............900...............0...............0.........0...............900
June..............484...............0..............0............0..............484
July..............1300................0...............0..........0.............1300
 Aug................638.............0.................0..........0.............638
 Sept...............232..............0................0...........0............232
 Oct...............307...............0................0...........0............307
 Nov...............68...............0................0...........0.............68 Total...........5538.............0...............0..........0.............5538

Winnie the Pooh

It was predicted to be a WET day in Seattle.  100% chance of rain had dampened the spirits of the Cascade Daily Rides calendar. There were 12 rides on today's schedule,  all but one said rain cancelled, and the lone ride was modified so much it wasn't worth going to.

I grumbled on a Puget Sound facebook group that I thought it strange that a Pacific Northwest bike group would be such pansies.  Erik N. and two other  Rule #9 adherents took up the challenge and invited me to join them.  

We met at a coffee shop in Fremont.  I rode to the ride.  It was quite windy and raining lightly as I left at 7:30 AM from Queen Anne.  I misunderstood the directions and missed the coffee shop.  By the time I fixed the error in my way, it was 8:15.  We milled around the coffee shop until 8:30, then pedaled off.  The rain had stopped and would not return for the rest of our ride, but the wind continued.  I felt a bit like Pooh

I haven't been riding much the last few months and wondered how I'd be able to handle riding with the big boys. As we pedaled out the Burke-Gilman Trail I kept up comfortably with the 19-20 mph pace.

When we turned to climb the long hill to Phinney Ridge I struggled to keep pace.  There were leaves blowing, branches falling, and even a few trees down here and there.  Power was out on most of Phinney Ridge. On the way up we passed under some large Douglas Fir trees.  The were swaying violently and making cracking sounds.  Branches and needles littered the ground.  A side street had a police car with lights flashing sitting next to a tree that had gone down over the road..  It was a blustery day!

I was slower than my riding friends as we climbed and rode into the wind.  Not too many months ago I would have been able to lead them out easily.  Today, not so much.

Erik stayed back with me and we got separated from the other two at a traffic signal on Greenwood.  The others made it through on green, Erik and I didn't.  By the time we got a green light, the other two had crested a hill and were out of sight.  We pedaled hard, but soon had a long view of the road ahead and there were no bikes.  We figured they must have turned.  No problem, while not knowing the route, I knew the way.

Erik and I pedaled along the darkened Greenwood St. The power was out!    We traveled several miles before traffic signals were operating again.  There were enough leaves on the ground that seeing a wind gust coming was easier. There were times that the advanced notice was all that kept us upright, or at least in our line.

It was a fun day, exactly what I needed.  Thanks Erik for the invitation to join you and your friends.

It was good to establish once again that I can follow rule #5, and that rule number 9 can still apply.

Sorry you had to wait for me!

 

  ...............road bike.......rollers.........mtb.....lifecycle........total

Today..............34...........0................0............0.............34 Jan..................93..............0...............0.........0..............93 Feb................411..............0..............0..........0.............411 March.............653.............0..............0.........0................653 April..............696..............0...............0.........0................696 May...............900...............0...............0.........0...............900
June..............484...............0..............0............0..............484
July..............1300................0...............0..........0.............1300
 Aug................638.............0.................0..........0.............638
 Sept...............232..............0................0...........0............232
 Oct...............307...............0................0...........0............307
 Nov...............34...............0................0...........0.............34
Total...........5504.............0...............0..........0.............5504

Shopping

Well, really "Buying". I rarely "shop".

I needed a number of items for upcoming adventures.  Quite a few items, but all small, and the sun is shining.  A perfect reason to ride the bike!

I rode to Fred Meyer, the place that coined the phrase "one stop shopping".  I picked up my items, stopped in at a nearby Jack in the Box for lunch, and rode back.

 

Now ready for my Mom's birthday, kayaks ready for some night paddling, and candy for trick or treaters!

  ...............road bike.......rollers.........mtb.....lifecycle........total

Today...............9...........0................0............0..............9 Jan..................93..............0...............0.........0..............93 Feb................411..............0..............0.........0............411 March.............653.............0..............0.........0............653 April..............696..............0...............0.........0............696 May...............900...............0...............0.........0.............900
June..............484...............0..............0..........0...........484
July..............1300................0...............0..........0.............1300
 Aug................638.............0.................0..........0.............638
 Sept...............232..............0................0...........0.............232
 Oct...............307...............0................0...........0..............307 Total...........5470.............0...............0..........0.............5470

Can You Hear Me Now?

I was invited to join a small group today on a lunch ride.  Deb and Gerald were coming across the water from the Kitsap Peninsula via ferry. I rode 11 miles from Queen Ann and met them at the ferry terminal. It was going to be a great day.

 I met Gerald and Deb at the ferry terminal and three of us rode along a path in Lincoln Park where in a short time we were joined by Ric.

We pedaled a leisurely pace along Alki Beach and made a stop at Jack Block Park. There is a good view of Seattle's Terminal 5 working waterfront and some informational signs telling the history of container shipping.

Following our stop at Jack Block Park we pedaled over to The Chelan Cafe in the shadow of the one-of-a-kind West Seattle Bridge,   Lunch was tasty and reasonably priced.

We started back toward the Vashon Ferry terminal.  We stopped to get a few photos capturing fall colors.

 

We started off again and I snapped this photo with my phone as we pedaled away.

It would be the last I saw of my phone today. As I pedaled I slid the phone back into my vest pocket and secured it with the velcro closure.  ....or so I thought.

It was a windy day, and our course wiggled around enough that sometimes we had a head wind, and other times a tail wind.  As we pedaled back along Alki we had a howling tail wind.  I love a good tail wind!  I shifted into 56x11, exited the path and moved to the center of the traffic lane, and pedaled along at 30-35 mph.  After a couple of miles of this the main road turned slightly left and we were to continue straight.  I pulled over to wait for my riding partners.  I waited for several minutes then reached for my phone to see if there was a message from them/to take a photo.  Alas, no phone.  It had fallen out somewhere along that fast pedal.  I hopped on the bike and backtracked my route, keeping a sharp eye out for my phone.  I got all the way back to where we had taken photos of the fall foliage without finding the phone, or seeing my riding partners.  I was busy focusing on the pavement so I probably rode by them without seeing them.

I turned back around and searched the road again. Still no phone.  I figured that someone must have picked it up. I was hoping that whoever found it would be a stand up type person.  I had no way to call my phone.

I pedaled back to Lincoln Park but did not continue on to the ferry terminal, presuming that my partners were already making their way across the water.

It was a windy day, and the normally placid Puget Sound was looking almost like ocean surf.  While I was riding back and forth looking for a cell phone my partners were noticing the rough water.

After climbing the hill to Lincoln Park I returned to the West Seattle Bridge via Faunterloy Ave rather making another trip along the water.  I crossed the bridge and headed toward downtown Seattle where my plan was to stop by the Paramount Theater to get tickets for an upcoming event.  As I was buying the tickets at the box office I was asked to give an email address for a receipt.  My email address is "Kevin97116@........." and as I put the tickets in my pack and was preparing to pedal a guy comes around the corner of the building and says "Do you know a Julie?".  It's a joke between Julie and I, she's a native Seattleite and has many friends here.  This was unreal though!  It seems that a series of stars had aligned.  I normally have my phone on "auto lock" and it would require a password to operate.  I had disabled that feature during my recent crew chief duty at Furnace Creek to allow all crew members to use it and had not yet turned it back on.  The finder of my phone turned it into a nearby restaurant, Saltys,  someone there started going down my contact list and calling people from Seattle to San Diego trying to find out who the phone belonged to.  Julie got one of those calls. She was at work in Bellevue. She called the Paramount knowing that I was to be there buying tickets at some point.  The guy who took the call at the theater just happened to be standing outside of the front door as I was around the corner at the box office buying tickets......and heard "Kevin".

After an hour or so I finally made connections with Julie via phone.

Julie has an out of town friend visiting and was planning to take her to dinner in Alki tonight. She would swing by and pick it up following dinner.

With the phone now found, if not back in my hand, I put lights on the bike and continued on to a SDOT Open House on a planned cycle track.  It was billed as a presentation on options with a Q&A session.  The crowd was MUCH larger than the organizers had planned and the room would not accommodate all of us.  The organizers decided to give the presentation several times and have attendees shuffle between static displays in an adjoining room and the presentation. The Q&A opportunity was lost in the shuffle.

No phone, no opportunity for Q&A.   Can you hear me now?

  ...............road bike.......rollers.........mtb.....lifecycle........total

Today..............54...........0................0............0.............54 Jan..................93..............0...............0.........0..............93 Feb................411..............0..............0.........0............411 March.............653.............0..............0.........0............653 April..............696..............0...............0.........0............696 May...............900...............0...............0.........0.............900
June..............484...............0..............0..........0...........484
July..............1300................0...............0..........0.............1300
 Aug................638.............0.................0..........0.............638
 Sept...............232..............0................0...........0.............232
 Oct...............298...............0................0...........0..............298 Total...........5461.............0...............0..........0.............5461

The Last Commuter Ride

The job hasn't ended, but my chances to bike commute for the next few weeks have.  I've got errands to run tomorrow that require a vehicle, and Friday I'm taking off on a road trip directly after my duties.

I did my best to enjoy today's ride.  It was also the third day in a row with highs over 70.  I got into a few spirited chase games with the real commuters.  They were strong, but were outgunned.  They had heavier bikes with full fenders, and most had flat bars.  Being proud, I didn't want a mere commuter to catch me, and being the "Desert Coyote" I wanted to catch every rider in front of me.  Success on all fronts.

I carried my "real" camera today, having been merely getting by with the cell phone the last week as the fall colors were exploding.  Already, today I could see that the best is past.  Many leaves are now turning away from the bright reds and oranges, and are now simply brown, or falling.  There were big banks of fallen leaves along Terwilliger Blvd.

I took one photo as I came back into Cook Park this evening.  Not so much that it was a good photo op, but more that I felt I had to take a photo of something since I had carried the camera today. The sun was just setting, but the clear sky didn't give much sunset color.

 

Just a few minutes later I took another one as I crossed the lazy river.  The camera gathered much more light than was actually there.  I didn't want to take time to make adjustments.

  ...............road bike.......rollers.........mtb.....lifecycle........total

Today..............28...........0................0............0.............28 Jan..................93..............0...............0.........0..............93 Feb................411..............0..............0.........0............411 March.............653.............0..............0.........0............653 April..............696..............0...............0.........0............696 May...............900...............0...............0.........0.............900
June..............484...............0..............0..........0...........484
July..............1300................0...............0..........0.............1300
 Aug................638.............0.................0..........0.............638
 Sept...............232..............0................0...........0.............232
 Oct...............272...............0................0...........0..............272 Total...........5435.............0...............0..........0.............5435

Back on the bike

Monday I had some supplies to haul to my "job" that required me to drive.  Today I was back to playing bike commuter. Boones Ferry is still under construction, and will be for some time, so I opted to drive to the Tualatin Park and Ride and begin pedaling from there.

It is unseasonably nice for this time of year.  The high today was 78 (Hillsboro) , and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The fall colors are just stupendous.  I'm enjoying it while I can, it can't last long.

  ...............road bike.......rollers.........mtb.....lifecycle........total

Today..............28...........0................0............0.............28 Jan..................93..............0...............0.........0..............93 Feb................411..............0..............0.........0............411 March.............653.............0..............0.........0............653 April..............696..............0...............0.........0............696 May...............900...............0...............0.........0.............900
June..............484...............0..............0..........0...........484
July..............1300................0...............0..........0.............1300
 Aug................638.............0.................0..........0.............638
 Sept...............232..............0................0...........0.............232
 Oct...............244...............0................0...........0..............244 Total...........5407.............0...............0..........0.............5407

Multnomah Falls in the Fall

Another beautiful autumn day in NW Oregon.  Today I started from Sellwood Park in SE Portland and rode to Multnomah Falls.   No clouds, no wind,(a rarity in the Gorge!) just a sunny day, with just a bit of haze.  If there were any forest fires around I'd say it looked like a bit of smoke in the air, but as far as I know there are no fires around.

When I got to the Vista House I took the obligatory picture.

I continued along eastward until I reached Multnomah Falls.  The haze in the air along with afternoon shadows took away the perfect photo.  I settled for second best.

Never being a fan of out and back routes, on the return trip I followed the Sandy River to it's confluence with the Columbia River, then rode Marine Drive back to the I-205 path.  As I crossed the Columbia Slough I found this guy looking for dinner.

In short order I was back in Sellwood Park and my ride was done for today.  

 

It was a good day on the bike, even more special since this late in the season, we know that rainy days are just around the corner.

  ...............road bike.......rollers.........mtb.....lifecycle........total

Today..............74...........0................0............0.............74 Jan..................93..............0...............0.........0..............93 Feb................411..............0..............0.........0............411 March.............653.............0..............0.........0............653 April..............696..............0...............0.........0............696 May...............900...............0...............0.........0.............900
June..............484...............0..............0..........0...........484
July..............1300................0...............0..........0.............1300
 Aug................638.............0.................0..........0.............638
 Sept...............232..............0................0...........0.............232
 Oct...............216...............0................0...........0..............216 Total...........5379.............0...............0..........0.............5379

Park and Ride

Any ride north from Wilsonville usually involves riding on Boone's Ferry Rd.  Boone's Ferry is under construction from Day Road on the north end of Wilsonville, on and off all the way to just beyond Tualatin. That really puts the crimp on trying to bike northward.

I've been helping a former college roommate on a property upgrade project in Portland and have found biking there to be a fun way to avoid Interstate 5 traffic.  In order to avoid the construction today I drove to a park and ride lot in Tualatin and ....parked and rode!

It was another beautiful day.  As I rode through Cook Park I noticed that other people were out enjoying the day as well.

Not having any set schedule I enjoyed the ride in a leisurely fashion.  My destination was Pill Hill and I did eventually arrive and get in a few hours of helping out. After a bit it was time to pedal back home.  I had a little better lighting than in recent days, due to an earlier commute time.  With the cool nights, and bright sunlight, the fall colors are vibrant.

As I neared the end of my trip I crossed the Tualatin River.  The Tualatin River takes its name from the Native American Atafalati band whose name for it translates to lazy or sluggish.  Indeed, the river is 83 miles long, but in the last 68 miles it drops only 220 feet.  Most of the river in the last 68 miles shows little signs of current.

It was another great day to be biking!


 ...............road bike.......rollers.........mtb.....lifecycle........total
Today..............29...........0................0............0.............29 Jan..................93..............0...............0.........0..............93 Feb................411..............0..............0.........0............411 March.............653.............0..............0.........0............653 April..............696..............0...............0.........0............696 May...............900...............0...............0.........0.............900
June..............484...............0..............0..........0...........484
July..............1300................0...............0..........0.............1300
 Aug................638.............0.................0..........0.............638
 Sept...............232..............0................0...........0.............232
 Oct...............142...............0................0...........0..............142 Total...........5305.............0...............0..........0.............5305