We'd finally packed everything we'd need for our trip and
were on the road. Full of elation that you get on that first
day of holidays we pulled into the trailhead for our first
ride. It was a long abandoned fire road. The temp was about
50F, and it was partly cloudy with a wind out of the NW. We
planned to ride the trail North as it climbs a very little
bit, and then enjoy the return with the tailwind.
We were wondering what the first item we'd learn about
having forgotten would be, and it turned out to be Linda's
old riding shoes. More on that later. Off we went.
About 3km into the ride we came to the first rougher
section. Lots of erosion, washouts and the like. I made it
fine through most of it until I came to a big mud hole
spanning the whole fire road. I took what looked like the
firmest of a very unfirm surface. I got 2/3 of the way
across before I bogged down and stalled in the mud. The next
thing was pure slapstick. I unclipped, put my right foot
out, stepping inadvertently on the slope of an unseen rut.
My foot slipped and I started to go over. I managed to catch
myself with my right arm long enough to get my foot moved to
make a tripod with the one arm, leg and bike. Then
everything started sliding again, away from each other.
PLOP! SPLEECK... Nice gooey mud all down my right side. How
am I going to get this off??? (More on that later). It is at
this point that Linda warns me against really crashing, or
we turn around.
At the 3.5km mark we come to a nice clear stream running
across the fire road. It's about 8ft wide and 1.5 feet deep.
I roll right into the clearest section. Well, as needs be, I
needn't have really worried about the mud I was wearing
after all. My front wheel got to the other side, found a
wheel trap in all that clean water, and once again, over I
went. SPLASH! Cold, cold, cold, fast running water.
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Just when we thought we were done with the water we came to
this Beaver Pond:
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which I waded through like this:
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until we finally came out at the other side, which had the
"caution ahead" sign <grin>
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Linda, having forgotten her old riding shoes, and refusing
to get her new shoes wet, decided to walk across barefoot.
We got sorta wrung out and then started riding. At 6km we
saw a nice little mink scampering along the waters edge. At
10 km we stopped for a snack of fresh bananas. When I looked
up I saw the most amazing creature about 75 yards further
down the trail. I told Linda "move very slowly and look down
at the corner of the trail, there's a Timber Wolf checking
us out!". I'd only ever seen one other Timber Wolf before,
and they're all huge compared to the Coyote or Brush Wolf.
His paw prints were almost the size of my hand. Travelling
into the wind can yield some surprising results. Then at
12km we saw a couple of White Tailed Deer. By this time I'd
dried off nicely.
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At that point Linda was down to half her water, so it was
time to turn around and head back. There's just no way I can
get her interested in wearing a larger H20 capacity
hydration pack.
Things went remarkably well until the 18km point whereby
Linda's bike seemed to buck, and OTB she went. Turns out it
was likely a bit of the trail being off camber and loose,
with the tire sliding out. Weird! I washed out the cuts and
scrapes with water from MY hydration pack <evil grin>. She
still doesn't want one...
Well, back at the water and I'm carrying my bike. Linda opts
for the "volume displacement" method, and manages to find
the deepest part:
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We walk and ride some of the rougher section and make our
way back to the trailhead.
General comments about the ride included: the fact that my
"Sharks" socks were appropriate for the day.
Owing to a heavy wet snow a couple of weeks earlier we saw a
lot of pine trees that had snapped under the weight of the
wet snow about 2/3 of the way up their trunk.
A few Quads had been out on some sections of the trail, and
those things sure can turn hard pack into "fluffed up pack".
Soaking nicely warmed up legs in ICE COLD water in NOT
conducive to making those last few km go by any more
smoothly. (It was like trying to pedal by stretching
cold toffee)
Over the course of 24km, and 3 hrs, our bikes were either
ridden, pushed, pulled, carried or floated. We encountered
unexpected challenges and amazing sightings. It was Epic.
And of course what should one have after such a nice ride,
but an appropriately named treat!
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Enjoy!
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- Rog
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