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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