Meditations on MOAR, volume nine.
1 week ago
Who the Hell is maadjurguer?
- maadjurguer
- I like to ski, mountain bike, drink beer, cook and listen to any jam band I can get my hands on; all while making a complete ass of myself. Hopefully this catharsis is as interesting to others as it is to me.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
I'm so full of angst, I've gone all 3rd person and link crazy!
maadjurger is pissed off because his physical therapist wanted to see just how far he could go before his knee cracked after 5 weeks of improvement during physical therapy which resulted in maadjurguer picking the gauntlet up and throwing it back in said PT's face resulting in maadjurguers body and mind being so tired after the ride last night that he talked chollaball out of driving through the night for a ski trip thus missing the last window into the SNOWPACALYPSE which resulted in his soul being entombed in limbo in "One great big festering neon distraction" drinking a crappy bottle of Rhone while bitching at idiots on KPAC and drooling over friends reports of low angle face shots up north(here and here)...ohh yeah, almost forgot, my snow chains showed up today. That's just....GREAT!
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Allison Clay pre Snow-pocalypse
Me, U2metoo and Dean did a recon on Allison Clay and her little sister yesterday to get a sense of things before the incoming Snow-pocalypse. I really wanted to get a good profile of whatever was about to be buried, so we set out a lollygaggin up the hill under toasty conditions and bluebird sky.
We were surprised when we got to the base of dutchmans to find a crevasse rescue in process....so we moved higher instead of gawking.
I had noticed quite a bit of frost south of town in the morning, and was able to observe just a touch of surface hoar in protected areas, but it was rapidly melting in the harsh sun.
I was disappointed to find a shoeshoe path roughly 8-10 feet wide up skiers left on upper dutchmans....be kind folks, single file so we can all enjoy the soft stuff....
Turning the corner on the ridge forming the southern boundary of Allison Clay, we peered into a platter of sastrugi and igneous irritants....
At this point, the typical wind/sun crust in exposed areas was prevalent with minor areas of dry protected powder in isolated areas. Traversing along contour, we found a reasonable N-facing slope to dig a pit. I wanted a representative N-facing slope that was fairly protected from the sun, observations here....
I was surprised at the low temps I found in the snow pack and was also surprised at the large temp gradient in the layer just under the surface. It's obvious that this was responsible for the faceting going on underneath, but it's my understanding that in a colder snowpack, <-10C, larger gradients are needed for equivalent facet growth found in a warmer snowpack....comments or clarifications? The wind slab firmly supported all of us on skis and was a bear to edge across, so much so that a slide for life was more of a concern than punching through...that and the spotty conditions. I'd speculate that if we get as much snow as is forecasted, this faceted layer may further weaken as it becomes insulated, raises in temp and faceted growth accelerates....comments, rotten vegetables? ECT resulted in nothing but a sore hand, impromptu shovel shear tests throughout the day also resulted in nothing.
Traversing across Allison Clay, we headed into the light and up onto the ridge separating Allison Clay and her little sister to the north. We peered over and found more of the same....
At this point, we descended through the trees on this ridge hoping to find some softer snow...which we did in spots, separated by some wind slab which made it sporty....
Skiing back down into Allison proper, we worked our way over the sastrugi and rocks....
....and traversed south back into the trees in search of some softer snow...which we found in the usual spots....
A fun and educational day. I'm still taking hard turns gingerly on my knee (as you can probably see on the video below). Powder is fine...but the hard pack really puts more strain on the supporting muscles around my IT band. At this point I think it may be more psychological than real as my PT is starting to wind down and it feels pretty strong now in general. Guess I just need to hang it out there and pin it to see if it'll hold. U2metoo did up two video's which I've embedded here....
We were surprised when we got to the base of dutchmans to find a crevasse rescue in process....so we moved higher instead of gawking.
I had noticed quite a bit of frost south of town in the morning, and was able to observe just a touch of surface hoar in protected areas, but it was rapidly melting in the harsh sun.
I was disappointed to find a shoeshoe path roughly 8-10 feet wide up skiers left on upper dutchmans....be kind folks, single file so we can all enjoy the soft stuff....
Turning the corner on the ridge forming the southern boundary of Allison Clay, we peered into a platter of sastrugi and igneous irritants....
At this point, the typical wind/sun crust in exposed areas was prevalent with minor areas of dry protected powder in isolated areas. Traversing along contour, we found a reasonable N-facing slope to dig a pit. I wanted a representative N-facing slope that was fairly protected from the sun, observations here....
I was surprised at the low temps I found in the snow pack and was also surprised at the large temp gradient in the layer just under the surface. It's obvious that this was responsible for the faceting going on underneath, but it's my understanding that in a colder snowpack, <-10C, larger gradients are needed for equivalent facet growth found in a warmer snowpack....comments or clarifications? The wind slab firmly supported all of us on skis and was a bear to edge across, so much so that a slide for life was more of a concern than punching through...that and the spotty conditions. I'd speculate that if we get as much snow as is forecasted, this faceted layer may further weaken as it becomes insulated, raises in temp and faceted growth accelerates....comments, rotten vegetables? ECT resulted in nothing but a sore hand, impromptu shovel shear tests throughout the day also resulted in nothing.
Traversing across Allison Clay, we headed into the light and up onto the ridge separating Allison Clay and her little sister to the north. We peered over and found more of the same....
At this point, we descended through the trees on this ridge hoping to find some softer snow...which we did in spots, separated by some wind slab which made it sporty....
Skiing back down into Allison proper, we worked our way over the sastrugi and rocks....
....and traversed south back into the trees in search of some softer snow...which we found in the usual spots....
A fun and educational day. I'm still taking hard turns gingerly on my knee (as you can probably see on the video below). Powder is fine...but the hard pack really puts more strain on the supporting muscles around my IT band. At this point I think it may be more psychological than real as my PT is starting to wind down and it feels pretty strong now in general. Guess I just need to hang it out there and pin it to see if it'll hold. U2metoo did up two video's which I've embedded here....
Friday, January 15, 2010
Who's ready for the wrathful & angry Christ child?
I am! Check out the latest on El Nino for next week:
ALONG THE WEST COAST THERE ARE AT LEAST 3 TO 4 SURGES COMING INTO THE WEST COAST IN THE FAST PACIFIC FLOW THIS PERIOD EACH WITH ROUNDS OF HEAVY PRECIPITATION. AT THIS TIME THERE IS REASONABLE AGREEMENT ON THE SHORTWAVES EMBEDDED IN THE FLOW TO COME IN AROUND AT-SUN..MON..TUES AND ANOTHER THURS-FRI WITH MORE TO FOLLOW. MONDAYS SURGE HITS THE ENTIRE COAST FROM VANCOUVER SOUTH TO PT CONCEPTION BUT THEN AS THE HEIGHTS FALL AND THE JET CORE SHIFTS SOUTHWARD THE TARGET AREA WILL BE MORE INTO CENTRAL CA AND SOUTHERN CA TUESDAY ONWARD.
THIS EVENT HAS THE POTENTIAL TO APPROACH OR RIVAL THE JANUARY/FEBRUARY 1998 EL NINO EVENT IN CENTRAL CA AND THE JANUARY 1995 TIME FRAME FOR SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA. QPF TOTALS FROM MODEL GUIDANCE ARE VERY HIGH WITH AN OVERALL RANGE OF 7- 12 LIQUID INCHES DURING THIS FORECAST PERIOD OVER COASTAL REGIONS/SIERRA. EXPECT CONSIDERABLY HIGHER AMOUNTS OVER A MULTIDAY PERIOD WITH 10-20 INCH MOUNTAIN AMOUNTS WITH EVEN HIGHER AMOUNTS OVER FAVORABLE TERRAIN. SIERRA MOUNTAIN SNOWS MAY BE IN THE 8-12 FOOT RANGE. AS THE JET CORE SHIFTS SOUTHWARD THE HEAVIER PRECIPITATION WILL BE MORE CONCENTRATED INTO SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA WHERE SIMILAR RAINFALL NUMBERS MAYBE OVER ESPECIALLY FAVORABLE TERRAIN. SOME LOCAL FAVORED TERRAIN AREAS WILL MOST LIKELY APPROACH "20" INCH LIQUID AMOUNTS DURING THIS PERIOD WITH THE EVENT "CONTINUING PAST OUR 7 DAY RANGE", YIELDING EVEN HIGHER TOTALS. VERY HEAVY SNOWS CAN BE EXPECTED OVER HIGHER TERRAIN AND A FLOODING/MUDSLIDE PROBLEMS APPEAR LIKELY. A HEAVY RAIN THREAT FOR ARIZONA APPEARS IN STORE THURSDAY INTO SATURDAY.
I know this will result in catastrophic footage of million dollar homes sliding into the ocean, people unable to drive home, lives changed.....yada, yada, yada.....whatever. For me this means snow...and lots of it here in AZ. I had the pleasure of working as a ski instructor at Mt. Lemmon north of Tucson for the 98 El Nino. We received 4 feet of snow in one 48 hr period. It started raining a, "Forest Gump in Nam" style rain in late January and did not let up for an entire month. The Rillito ran in a major way for 3 months straight....and I'm not talking a rivulet...I'm talking standing waves within a river, plowing through Tucson. I got so sick and tired of skiing, that I called in sick to work at the mountain....so I could go.....wait for it.....hiking, instead of skiing! That's some serious snow time to make me do that!
Giddy-up folks...it's time to sharpen those avy avoidance skills, get your wet ski wax on and have some fun.
ALONG THE WEST COAST THERE ARE AT LEAST 3 TO 4 SURGES COMING INTO THE WEST COAST IN THE FAST PACIFIC FLOW THIS PERIOD EACH WITH ROUNDS OF HEAVY PRECIPITATION. AT THIS TIME THERE IS REASONABLE AGREEMENT ON THE SHORTWAVES EMBEDDED IN THE FLOW TO COME IN AROUND AT-SUN..MON..TUES AND ANOTHER THURS-FRI WITH MORE TO FOLLOW. MONDAYS SURGE HITS THE ENTIRE COAST FROM VANCOUVER SOUTH TO PT CONCEPTION BUT THEN AS THE HEIGHTS FALL AND THE JET CORE SHIFTS SOUTHWARD THE TARGET AREA WILL BE MORE INTO CENTRAL CA AND SOUTHERN CA TUESDAY ONWARD.
THIS EVENT HAS THE POTENTIAL TO APPROACH OR RIVAL THE JANUARY/FEBRUARY 1998 EL NINO EVENT IN CENTRAL CA AND THE JANUARY 1995 TIME FRAME FOR SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA. QPF TOTALS FROM MODEL GUIDANCE ARE VERY HIGH WITH AN OVERALL RANGE OF 7- 12 LIQUID INCHES DURING THIS FORECAST PERIOD OVER COASTAL REGIONS/SIERRA. EXPECT CONSIDERABLY HIGHER AMOUNTS OVER A MULTIDAY PERIOD WITH 10-20 INCH MOUNTAIN AMOUNTS WITH EVEN HIGHER AMOUNTS OVER FAVORABLE TERRAIN. SIERRA MOUNTAIN SNOWS MAY BE IN THE 8-12 FOOT RANGE. AS THE JET CORE SHIFTS SOUTHWARD THE HEAVIER PRECIPITATION WILL BE MORE CONCENTRATED INTO SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA WHERE SIMILAR RAINFALL NUMBERS MAYBE OVER ESPECIALLY FAVORABLE TERRAIN. SOME LOCAL FAVORED TERRAIN AREAS WILL MOST LIKELY APPROACH "20" INCH LIQUID AMOUNTS DURING THIS PERIOD WITH THE EVENT "CONTINUING PAST OUR 7 DAY RANGE", YIELDING EVEN HIGHER TOTALS. VERY HEAVY SNOWS CAN BE EXPECTED OVER HIGHER TERRAIN AND A FLOODING/MUDSLIDE PROBLEMS APPEAR LIKELY. A HEAVY RAIN THREAT FOR ARIZONA APPEARS IN STORE THURSDAY INTO SATURDAY.
I know this will result in catastrophic footage of million dollar homes sliding into the ocean, people unable to drive home, lives changed.....yada, yada, yada.....whatever. For me this means snow...and lots of it here in AZ. I had the pleasure of working as a ski instructor at Mt. Lemmon north of Tucson for the 98 El Nino. We received 4 feet of snow in one 48 hr period. It started raining a, "Forest Gump in Nam" style rain in late January and did not let up for an entire month. The Rillito ran in a major way for 3 months straight....and I'm not talking a rivulet...I'm talking standing waves within a river, plowing through Tucson. I got so sick and tired of skiing, that I called in sick to work at the mountain....so I could go.....wait for it.....hiking, instead of skiing! That's some serious snow time to make me do that!
Giddy-up folks...it's time to sharpen those avy avoidance skills, get your wet ski wax on and have some fun.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Inner Basin mit schlage
Myself, morgaj4, gearjunkie, Claire, Bobby, Matt & Curtis did an IB traverse under bluebird and no wind on Saturday....
Topping out with extremely clear visibility all around us, we made our way to the ridgeline above Snowslide.
As the rest of the party joined, we started digging a pit just below ridgeline
Other than the normal depth hoar surrounding the boulders at base level, we were hard pressed to remember such a right side up profile and consistent temp profile.
Descending down the initial pitch of Snowslide, we quickly transitioned from sastrugi to light crust and then to some nice cream cheese....
Traversing north towards the core ridge side, we spotted a fading crescent moon just above ridgeline
Making the final transition to Snowslide gully, we encountered sun-softened sastrugi which was nice and creamy
After considering our options at the base of Snowslide, we did an about face and started the skin up to core ridge.
Cresting core ridge in the full sun, we took a break to eat some lunch.
Taking in the views to our north, I was struck by the amazing silence and stillness of the cirque. The only sound between us and the summit was that of a circling raven above.
Can you spot the millionaire?
Our view of the ridge looking eastward towards the painted desert.
After some lunch and some boisterous conversations regarding our desire for some lawn chairs and a hibachi, we continued the skin upwards.
The skin track was ideal with no icing or globbing to be found
Topping out at 11,700, we pulled skins and planned our 2nd descent of the day.
Gearjunkie mit schlage
Paparazzi lining up for Bobbies waltz down the catwalk
After a longer descent, we traversed over to waterline to check out how the aspen glades were fairing. The eye of the tiger had blessed us with a settled pack and covered conditions, so we skinned up to the top of the glade for our 3rd descent of the day.
Turning to the west at the top of the glade, I snapped a pic of Humprey's and the day's mantra....
Ending up the traverse on the east side, we did some bootless celebration.
A great day in all with great company, stellar conditions and a wonderful snowpack.
Topping out with extremely clear visibility all around us, we made our way to the ridgeline above Snowslide.
As the rest of the party joined, we started digging a pit just below ridgeline
Other than the normal depth hoar surrounding the boulders at base level, we were hard pressed to remember such a right side up profile and consistent temp profile.
Descending down the initial pitch of Snowslide, we quickly transitioned from sastrugi to light crust and then to some nice cream cheese....
Traversing north towards the core ridge side, we spotted a fading crescent moon just above ridgeline
Making the final transition to Snowslide gully, we encountered sun-softened sastrugi which was nice and creamy
After considering our options at the base of Snowslide, we did an about face and started the skin up to core ridge.
Cresting core ridge in the full sun, we took a break to eat some lunch.
Taking in the views to our north, I was struck by the amazing silence and stillness of the cirque. The only sound between us and the summit was that of a circling raven above.
Can you spot the millionaire?
Our view of the ridge looking eastward towards the painted desert.
After some lunch and some boisterous conversations regarding our desire for some lawn chairs and a hibachi, we continued the skin upwards.
The skin track was ideal with no icing or globbing to be found
Topping out at 11,700, we pulled skins and planned our 2nd descent of the day.
Gearjunkie mit schlage
Paparazzi lining up for Bobbies waltz down the catwalk
After a longer descent, we traversed over to waterline to check out how the aspen glades were fairing. The eye of the tiger had blessed us with a settled pack and covered conditions, so we skinned up to the top of the glade for our 3rd descent of the day.
Turning to the west at the top of the glade, I snapped a pic of Humprey's and the day's mantra....
Ending up the traverse on the east side, we did some bootless celebration.
A great day in all with great company, stellar conditions and a wonderful snowpack.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Epic Gnar Year...I'm totally Stoked
Well folks, I went back on a promise I made last year. Last year I promised to NOT hold back on driving 3 hours north on the scant promise of powder....because it rarely saved me disappointment. Yet once again, I've been skunked. I made a call last night to not ski today based on early reports of total snowfalls being less than expected.....only to have that snowfall rate accelerate after I went to sleep to bust all expectations by sunrise. Friends have used the terms "hip-deep" and have lamented needing partners to help break snow on the skin track. My only consolation is riding a great route on South Mountain today on velcro-like conditions after the wonderful rain the previous day....scant consolation however....because skiing constitutes less than 10% of my stoke time.
In any event....this is not meant to be a groan and moan thread...instead...it's yet another opportunity to poke fun at me...and my wife...in cartoon form. I present to you...."The Maadjurger's". It's a standard sitcom depiction of my own creation based around every Friday-off/weekend conversation I have had with Mrs. Maadjurger this year (and probably next year too).......I never learn apparently.
In any event....this is not meant to be a groan and moan thread...instead...it's yet another opportunity to poke fun at me...and my wife...in cartoon form. I present to you...."The Maadjurger's". It's a standard sitcom depiction of my own creation based around every Friday-off/weekend conversation I have had with Mrs. Maadjurger this year (and probably next year too).......I never learn apparently.
Friday, December 18, 2009
The good....TheBadAndTheUgly
The Good: Day 2 on snow; beers, burgers, laughs, bluebird, good company....
The BadAndTheUgly: Chollaball on Day 1, drinkin' sport drink, rockin out with no shirt, showing his flair...
This won't be the last of it....check cholla's site as well as U2metoo's site for more info and a video of.....ahem.....whatever that was, which is shown above....
The BadAndTheUgly: Chollaball on Day 1, drinkin' sport drink, rockin out with no shirt, showing his flair...
This won't be the last of it....check cholla's site as well as U2metoo's site for more info and a video of.....ahem.....whatever that was, which is shown above....
Saturday, December 12, 2009
How's your Aspen?
Mines pretty worked because of yesterdays recon trip with splitchimp......On the profile....it's not much of a tour, only 4,375 ft of climbing. Over breakfast at the Place to Be....the only place to be at 5am in Flagstaff....Mike and Rhonda's...we figured we'd be at our destination by 9am. Yeah....whatever.
Dawn patrol gave way to copper and smokey-azure hues showcasing the coming system. More than once, split and I mused aloud if we were better off buying a bottle of Wild Turkey and entertaining ourselves for the day (or was that just me, twice?)....but we knew better. We're both sick of bikes at the moment and looking for refreshing methods of self-flagellation.
Warming up with the sun at our backs, I paused to shed some layers and noticed I was standing in a hallway of photons, framed by ponderosa.....
As the sailors warning colors waned, the baby peaks began to show themselves....looking pretty chapped from the wind event during the last storm....
Skinning up waterline, glimpses of Cliffband and it's SE protected main couloir looked promising....
...yet closer inspection of other protected areas revealed hints of pickup stix snags just below the surface...
Split remarked that the aspen looked good to go, but we both agreed that the nice 2' of snow out of the last storm was consistently soft...so much so that it gave way to the landmines below our skis far to easily.
Resisting temptation, we continued on to the IB where vaporous clouds seeded with snow and wind obscured the cirque and snowslide canyon....
Windows of sunlight gave clear views of Cliffband...
And crunchy views of Fremont proper with a wind-stripped upper Telemark falling from it's summit.....
At this point, my IT band issue started cropping up especially after breaking trail in the 1-2' of snow. After some silent battles...I confessed to the injury and fell to the rear to let Split take over break duties for the rest of the day. Resting at a lunch spot, we dug a wind break and played with crumbly slabs.
The trip back was a slog with waterline seemingly uphill both ways. Too shallow to ride out, too steep to skin down....we were left to cursing and second guessing. For my first day out; the recon was educational, the first major coverage was impressive and the suffering was elevated. In honor of the first day out, I'll be calling this one "Pancho"....
.......and this one "Lefty"....
Welcome to the 2010 season!
Dawn patrol gave way to copper and smokey-azure hues showcasing the coming system. More than once, split and I mused aloud if we were better off buying a bottle of Wild Turkey and entertaining ourselves for the day (or was that just me, twice?)....but we knew better. We're both sick of bikes at the moment and looking for refreshing methods of self-flagellation.
Warming up with the sun at our backs, I paused to shed some layers and noticed I was standing in a hallway of photons, framed by ponderosa.....
As the sailors warning colors waned, the baby peaks began to show themselves....looking pretty chapped from the wind event during the last storm....
Skinning up waterline, glimpses of Cliffband and it's SE protected main couloir looked promising....
...yet closer inspection of other protected areas revealed hints of pickup stix snags just below the surface...
Split remarked that the aspen looked good to go, but we both agreed that the nice 2' of snow out of the last storm was consistently soft...so much so that it gave way to the landmines below our skis far to easily.
Resisting temptation, we continued on to the IB where vaporous clouds seeded with snow and wind obscured the cirque and snowslide canyon....
Windows of sunlight gave clear views of Cliffband...
And crunchy views of Fremont proper with a wind-stripped upper Telemark falling from it's summit.....
At this point, my IT band issue started cropping up especially after breaking trail in the 1-2' of snow. After some silent battles...I confessed to the injury and fell to the rear to let Split take over break duties for the rest of the day. Resting at a lunch spot, we dug a wind break and played with crumbly slabs.
The trip back was a slog with waterline seemingly uphill both ways. Too shallow to ride out, too steep to skin down....we were left to cursing and second guessing. For my first day out; the recon was educational, the first major coverage was impressive and the suffering was elevated. In honor of the first day out, I'll be calling this one "Pancho"....
.......and this one "Lefty"....
Welcome to the 2010 season!
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
FOTP
Flight of the Pigs started early for me. A 40 minute drive with a check in at 6:15 left me with an alarm set at 5:30....somehow I managed to wake naturally at 4:30 and toss and turn the last hour. C'est le vie. Upon arrival, I saw the rumors were correct....weigh in with bike and full gear.....197lbs.....Oink, Oink.
The rollout was a bit chilly, but as I warmed up quickly with my legs coming to life; I was glad I had placed my jacket in my pack instead of leaving it on...there would be a lot of folks pulling over in the first hour to remove some clothes. However...I did manage to screw up somehow....I forgot to use the bathroom...so the 1-liter of water I pounded before the ride was painfully displacing the 1-liter of water I consumed the night before.....pulling over to remove the pressure, I glanced back and saw riders approaching.
Other than the pitstop I had just performed, I was relieved to reach Buena Vista lookout in the time allowed without any of the drama which would have prevented me from doing so (mechanical, extensive and/or messy bathroom break, aggressive laser equipped javalina's, carnies)....
Meeting back up with Noelg whom I was looking to ride with, we took off on one of the more beautiful sections of National due to it's proximity and clear views of the eastern front of the Estrella's as they rise steeply from the undeveloped bajada below.
Descending down to Telegraph pass, I was met with the foreboding that prefaces a long Hike-A-Bike. For me....nothing triggers IT Band pain more than an extended HAB...and for every foot I descended...I knew I would have to regain it on foot. After the HAB, we all paused at the top with me snapping a pic of Noelg...
....as he snapped a pic of me.
Riding on, I saw the "Bevinator" who I had first met at the 88 back in August. She had brought her famous cookies with her for everyone to eat at breakfast, but I had yet to partake in them.....yet.
Descending down the west side of National Trail, I tried to stick with Noel since he efficiently flows over most anything SoMo has to offer on his Kona hardtail that I manage to bumble over on my 5.5" of travel. However he opened it up and quickly disappeared down the talus and loosely formed trail/scree field that I had almost performed a ninja-dismount two weeks prior. Feeling sketched and very much wanting to avoid the "DNF", I walked down a section or two before riding on. Coming around a corner, I found Noelg looking dejected. It quickly became apparent why....he had cracked his Head Tube. I gave him a voile strap which I always carry for field repairs in a feeble attempt to reduce the play in the growing crack. I resolved to follow him to the road where he would call his wife for a pickup. Riding on and feeling bummed for Noel, I came upon San Juan lookout where folks were waiting for everyone to regroup.
The original flyer for the ride requested that participants bring "interesting food for trade"....so I brought some interesting food.....apparently, I was the only person who brought interesting food. I gotta say....I much prefer my interesting food heated up with garlic and butter. I believe this was the sentiment everyone else had who were brave enough to try them out of the can....let's leave it at that. I will note that the Del Taco hot sauce did cut the slime out of my mouth somewhat.
Taking off to the northeast, we rode the canal up to 7th street where much to my surprise, we found Noelg and his wife. Apparently, he had missed only 15 or so minutes of the ride and his wife was able to bring her bike so he could finish the ride....very cool.
An uneventful ride took us north on 7th to Zoe's where we parked our bikes....
Had some food and got out of the sun....
....and I stuffed my face with "Bevinator" cookies. I think from now on...I will ride in any event that features "Bevinator" cookies....
As the riders trickled out of Zoe's to gather for the second half of the day, I snapped a picture of some FOTP flair....
....and we were off again, heading to the Phoenix Mountain Preserve to ride Trail 100. Riding north on 7th, I was listening to some Parliament Funkadelic feeling very much in the groove. I had been looking forward to riding T-100 since I have never set foot on this trail much less some knobbies...hard to believe. Stopping shortly after the start, I snapped a pic of some of the folks climbing away from 7th Street....and switched over to a Phish show on my iPod....Alpine Valley, 8 JUL 2000.
It was at this point that I wished I had drank more water at Zoe's. I had a full camelback, but I had only drank one glass of water during lunch. Hindsight told me I should have had far more because the heat of the day and it's radiation beaming back at me from the black rock was wearing me down slowly as I rapidly drained my camelback. Despite this and the climbing level of pain in my knee on some of the HAB found on the steeper climbs, I thoroughly enjoyed this part of the day. The craziness of Trey leaning into his guitar just centimeters from my brain during "Guyote" distracted me enough from the pain as Phish transitioned into "Run like an Antelope". The memorable moment of the day came after cleaning one climb up to a saddle and seeing a long, flowy descent below me. Just as I saw this descent for the first time, the crescendo in "Run like an Antelope" hit me between the eyes. Seizing the moment, I shifted into the large chainring and dropped down a trail I had never seen or ridden, descending with a sense of renewal, trust and the wind in my face; singing...."Run like an Antelope, out of control......". Before I knew it, we were nearly at the end of the trail when I ran into RobZona who had a low tire. Waiting for him to get it aired and chatting him up, we finished the flow back into civilization, on a grassy knoll, with shade....and good beer.
Feeling home free at this point, but very pained by my IT Band which at this point was a red-hot stabbing icepick; I knew I would make it but would do so with a week of easy riding and lots of stretching rehab ahead of me. Meeting up at the last rally point in Papago Park at Hunt's Tomb; I took my lap around the tomb.....
.....dismounted for some beer and bacon....
.....admired the scenery.....
.....had some more bacon.....
....and watched the sun set behind the Estrella's.
Riding south on Mill, I stopped to take one last picture of the tired piggies lined up, waiting for the light to turn green....and bring us one street closer to some beer and some burgers.
I had a blast on this ride. Being a social ride; it was great to meet new folks, ride with others and eat bacon with strangers. I'll be back for more bacon next year.
Distance: 68.5 miles
Elevation gain: 6,046 ft.
Riding time: 7:19
Beer n' Bacon time: 3:26
In addition to my photos, someone was kind enough to post up their video of the event. I feel it accurately captures the vibe of the day.....very chill. Grab a beer, crank up the volume and enjoy!
The rollout was a bit chilly, but as I warmed up quickly with my legs coming to life; I was glad I had placed my jacket in my pack instead of leaving it on...there would be a lot of folks pulling over in the first hour to remove some clothes. However...I did manage to screw up somehow....I forgot to use the bathroom...so the 1-liter of water I pounded before the ride was painfully displacing the 1-liter of water I consumed the night before.....pulling over to remove the pressure, I glanced back and saw riders approaching.
Other than the pitstop I had just performed, I was relieved to reach Buena Vista lookout in the time allowed without any of the drama which would have prevented me from doing so (mechanical, extensive and/or messy bathroom break, aggressive laser equipped javalina's, carnies)....
Meeting back up with Noelg whom I was looking to ride with, we took off on one of the more beautiful sections of National due to it's proximity and clear views of the eastern front of the Estrella's as they rise steeply from the undeveloped bajada below.
Descending down to Telegraph pass, I was met with the foreboding that prefaces a long Hike-A-Bike. For me....nothing triggers IT Band pain more than an extended HAB...and for every foot I descended...I knew I would have to regain it on foot. After the HAB, we all paused at the top with me snapping a pic of Noelg...
....as he snapped a pic of me.
Riding on, I saw the "Bevinator" who I had first met at the 88 back in August. She had brought her famous cookies with her for everyone to eat at breakfast, but I had yet to partake in them.....yet.
Descending down the west side of National Trail, I tried to stick with Noel since he efficiently flows over most anything SoMo has to offer on his Kona hardtail that I manage to bumble over on my 5.5" of travel. However he opened it up and quickly disappeared down the talus and loosely formed trail/scree field that I had almost performed a ninja-dismount two weeks prior. Feeling sketched and very much wanting to avoid the "DNF", I walked down a section or two before riding on. Coming around a corner, I found Noelg looking dejected. It quickly became apparent why....he had cracked his Head Tube. I gave him a voile strap which I always carry for field repairs in a feeble attempt to reduce the play in the growing crack. I resolved to follow him to the road where he would call his wife for a pickup. Riding on and feeling bummed for Noel, I came upon San Juan lookout where folks were waiting for everyone to regroup.
The original flyer for the ride requested that participants bring "interesting food for trade"....so I brought some interesting food.....apparently, I was the only person who brought interesting food. I gotta say....I much prefer my interesting food heated up with garlic and butter. I believe this was the sentiment everyone else had who were brave enough to try them out of the can....let's leave it at that. I will note that the Del Taco hot sauce did cut the slime out of my mouth somewhat.
Taking off to the northeast, we rode the canal up to 7th street where much to my surprise, we found Noelg and his wife. Apparently, he had missed only 15 or so minutes of the ride and his wife was able to bring her bike so he could finish the ride....very cool.
An uneventful ride took us north on 7th to Zoe's where we parked our bikes....
Had some food and got out of the sun....
....and I stuffed my face with "Bevinator" cookies. I think from now on...I will ride in any event that features "Bevinator" cookies....
As the riders trickled out of Zoe's to gather for the second half of the day, I snapped a picture of some FOTP flair....
....and we were off again, heading to the Phoenix Mountain Preserve to ride Trail 100. Riding north on 7th, I was listening to some Parliament Funkadelic feeling very much in the groove. I had been looking forward to riding T-100 since I have never set foot on this trail much less some knobbies...hard to believe. Stopping shortly after the start, I snapped a pic of some of the folks climbing away from 7th Street....and switched over to a Phish show on my iPod....Alpine Valley, 8 JUL 2000.
It was at this point that I wished I had drank more water at Zoe's. I had a full camelback, but I had only drank one glass of water during lunch. Hindsight told me I should have had far more because the heat of the day and it's radiation beaming back at me from the black rock was wearing me down slowly as I rapidly drained my camelback. Despite this and the climbing level of pain in my knee on some of the HAB found on the steeper climbs, I thoroughly enjoyed this part of the day. The craziness of Trey leaning into his guitar just centimeters from my brain during "Guyote" distracted me enough from the pain as Phish transitioned into "Run like an Antelope". The memorable moment of the day came after cleaning one climb up to a saddle and seeing a long, flowy descent below me. Just as I saw this descent for the first time, the crescendo in "Run like an Antelope" hit me between the eyes. Seizing the moment, I shifted into the large chainring and dropped down a trail I had never seen or ridden, descending with a sense of renewal, trust and the wind in my face; singing...."Run like an Antelope, out of control......". Before I knew it, we were nearly at the end of the trail when I ran into RobZona who had a low tire. Waiting for him to get it aired and chatting him up, we finished the flow back into civilization, on a grassy knoll, with shade....and good beer.
Feeling home free at this point, but very pained by my IT Band which at this point was a red-hot stabbing icepick; I knew I would make it but would do so with a week of easy riding and lots of stretching rehab ahead of me. Meeting up at the last rally point in Papago Park at Hunt's Tomb; I took my lap around the tomb.....
.....dismounted for some beer and bacon....
.....admired the scenery.....
.....had some more bacon.....
....and watched the sun set behind the Estrella's.
Riding south on Mill, I stopped to take one last picture of the tired piggies lined up, waiting for the light to turn green....and bring us one street closer to some beer and some burgers.
I had a blast on this ride. Being a social ride; it was great to meet new folks, ride with others and eat bacon with strangers. I'll be back for more bacon next year.
Distance: 68.5 miles
Elevation gain: 6,046 ft.
Riding time: 7:19
Beer n' Bacon time: 3:26
In addition to my photos, someone was kind enough to post up their video of the event. I feel it accurately captures the vibe of the day.....very chill. Grab a beer, crank up the volume and enjoy!
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