Monday, March 30, 2009
This route is no joke…..
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Wrapping up the seasonal-trail season
477->Avery->Buckhorn->Clawhammer->Black->Buckwheat->Bennett.
Here’s Mike at the first breather, checking out the base of a 150′ Hemlock growing out of a huge rock:
and climbing out of a creek…. that he fell 3+ feet into….. off the bridge to the left…. in spectacular fashion….
We had a great time today. The ride was super-chill since Mike was heading on, after Kassi and I finished, for another 3 or 4 hours of riding. Once we got to Clawhammer we checked out a field where I was told here is an old settlers graveyard. We didn’t find it….
Here’s a shot of Mr. and Mrs. B. heading back to the bikes:
Again today the weather was beautiful. Warmer than yesterday by 10*, bright blue skies, a slight breeze…. spring has sprung….
thanks for the photos Kassi!!!
Oh, but the gnats were out in FULL-FORCE. It was the first ride of the year that we had to employ the ‘pisgah salute’, one hand over your head whenever stopped. The gnats go to the highest point… to your hand and out of your face.
I should have shot made an image of the salute.
Anyway, I felt great all day. The singlespeed wasn’t as intimidating as yesterday.
The climbs were fast and, as is expected when riding with Mike B., the descents were right on the edge of not safe and downright dangerous.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
The weather was beautiful, on this, the first day of Spring. Temps in the high 50’s, bright blue sunny skies, with next to zero humidity or wind.
This was my first ride on the Single Speed in months and months. I started out rather intimidated by the fact that I hadn’t been SS’n in months but the first climb went by quickly and I was amazed by the speed I was carrying up the hill.
Here’s a shot of Wode right after he endo’d into a creek crossing 68 seconds into the ride:
and the bikes at rest at Butter/Long Branch:
We passed a huge camp in Piklesimer Fields and continued straight up Long Branch, past the gravel, and up to 475. Next was the climb to Gloucester Gap and up Cathy’s Creek Road. I really let loose on the gravel descent to 471D, trying my best to not use my brakes at all. Left turn then up to Butter Gap. That climb gets the heartrate back up quickly but shouldn’t have hurt as bad as it did. We stopped for an extended breather at the Gap then took off like bats outa hell down butter. I had a great run of the first drop. Wode actually asked if I had a rocket strapped under my ass! There were a ton of folks out on Butter enjoying the beautiful day.
Yeah! Spring is here! There were soooo many signs of such. A little plantlife springing from the fall leaves:
We passed multiple groups of hikers and a few bikes on our way down Butter. Next was the right to close the loop and the descent to the parking lot. I had a great time launching everything I could find (while keeping an eye out for pedestrians) and tried to coax Wode into riding the rock drop at the end, but he wasn’t feeling it. We helped a boyscout troop leader with his map (the scounts came tromping down from exactly where he had hoped to see them coming from) and then we were back at the Jeep in a little over two hours. Thanks for coming up from the Upstate Wode!
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Oh SNAP!
After about 20 minutes of walking I reached the waiting crew and after a few rounds of ‘aw man, that sucks’ I had splinted the break with a pump, a bunch of zip ties, and about a yard of duct tape.
We then made plans. They went that way, I went the other way. if they got there first they’d come get me. If I got there first I’d put a stick under the wiper and continue to the bike transport vehicle. When I got to the bike transport vehicle the human transport vehicle got there at the same exact moment. Couldn’t have aasked for a better end to the problem.
Oh, I’ve realized when the break happened. It wasn’t today. Yesterday when Erinna and I were riding I was flying down Butter/Cat. I hopped a couple of the water bar gaps with great success…. and I cased the last one H A R D. the bike/fork made the same noise I heard today during the creek crossing. A bottom out/cry for mercy/frame breaking noise…. I’m sooooooo thankful I didn’y get hurt……
Erinna rockin’ with the big wheels:
Sophiedog:
Erinna after dipping her feet in the ccccccold early March creek water:
and some forest textures:
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