
Friday was my ninth commute in by bike for the year. The trip is becoming second nature, but my preparation is still slow. I've been getting a later and later start each morning, and now I am leaving well after 7am -- not ideal. I need to do a better prep job the night before to roll out on time, hopefully around 6am if not earlier.
Today I will describe the last section of my morning ride which I think of as the "Waterfront and Crosstown" section. This section begins where the Custis leaves off: The ramp down from Rossyln outputs me directly into the Roosevelt Island parking lot which is the northern trail head for the Mount Vernon Trail. This lot would make a great commuter lot for biking, but with its 3 hour parking limit on weekdays and northbound only (countflow) access from the GW Parkway it is always mostly empty on weekday mornings. The trail continues into the woods at the east end of the lot and travels down a long boardwalk over the marshy tidal banks of the Potomac River. The right fork leads up to the Roosevelt Bridge carying I-66 and US-50 over the river, but I stay to the left and continue along the MVT. Although I appreciate the shady coolness of this section I'm always afraid that my tires will pick up a splinter from the rough boards and will leave me having to change a flat a good 6 miles from my office.
Once off the boards the trail climbs slightly and crosses the boundary channel. As it's name implies I am technically in "The District" at this point, although it doesn't really feel like it until I cross over the 14th street bridge some 2 miles south of here. The prettiest shots of the Washington skyline in the morning can be captured as I ride along the MVT across the river from the Lincoln memorial and the Washington Monument. The trail passes under the memorial bridge in a narrow single lane section and then opens up to a beautiful view of boaters, birds and the memorials bathed in the yellow light of the morning sun. About 1.5 miles into this section I pass by a memorial for sailors and marines lost at sea and then head up and over the humpback bridge. Recovery Act tax dollars are widening this short bridge over the boundary channel as I briefly pass back into Virginia before climbing the gradual approach to the 14th street bridge.
One or two planes landing at Regan National will usually pass overhead while I pedal along the bridge side path. I enter the city at the Jefferson Memorial and dodge pedestrians along the wide tidal basin paths. It is deserted this morning, but I know that I will have to employ my bell for the return trip. I cross over the 395 SB/Potomac Park entrance lanes and then work my way under 395 to the southwest waterfront. The rotton fish smell is overpowering as the fishmongers are clearing out the day-olds and restocking their ice chests. I pass Phillips Seafood and the now-quiet night clubs and then turn left onto 7th street The light at 7th and Maine is usually long enough for me to refill my water bottle and get a good drink before I head across town. 7th street leads me to I (EYE) street upon which the city is marking a bike lane, making EYE a much safer alternative to the hustle of M street. In the morning I tend to hit every light but I really don’t mind the breather, having completed 23 of my 25.3 miles. I cross over South Capital 6 blocks north of the stadium and work my way to New Jersey and then to L street before turning down 3rd and crossing M at the DOT building. I make one last push down M street and up into the Isaac Hull entrance to the Navy Yard. Feeling good about my ride I coast down to the garage and lock up my bike.