GeeDubb
May 21st 06, 09:38 PM
The SO decided for Mother's Day that we go camping. Who was I to argue? We
picked an old favorite campground that usually doesn't fill up and doesn't
have a reservation policy. Fishing report was excellent (if one bothered to
read that "worms" was what the trout were biting on) and between my oldest
daughter and me we managed a nice meal for me.
Saturday I felt under the weather so didn't ride. Sunday I decided to ride
to Bill Williams Lookout, about 9 miles away and a couple thousand feet of
climbing via the Benham Trail. Four and one half miles to the lookout from
the start of the single track and 2200' of elevation gain. The bottom had
experienced a fire last year that I was unaware of until the ride.
Fortunately it appeared a fast burn leaving most of the ponderosas in good
shape and barely touching the oak. The wind had knocked several trees over
the trail so being the good person I am I managed to move three of the four
I came across, the fourth being to much even for macho me.....
The lower portion of the st use to be part of the race course so I had
ridden this area several times. Mostly graduall up until the first
intersection with the lookout road where the approach was steep and loose.
I've never made this section and this day was no different.
The next section I had never ridden. Laiden with numerous switchbacks most
of which whipped my butt due to my imperfect balance. I didn't crash on any
but didn't make any without a one or two foot dab. Along I went until the
last road crossing where I still had 1/2 mile to the top. The st looked
more the bad hiking trail so I opted to ride the remaining part via the
road.
I was running out of time so opted for a fast descent down the road until
the bottom section where I picked up the st again. Too fun to take more pix
as I had never descended down this trail (race course went up, not down this
section). What a rush.
Back on the dirt road headed for the campground and damned if I didn't have
an encounter with a wasp...in my shirt.....stinging the crap out of me
before I could stop, smash at my jersey and find the little *******. Poor
thing died.........
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Gary
picked an old favorite campground that usually doesn't fill up and doesn't
have a reservation policy. Fishing report was excellent (if one bothered to
read that "worms" was what the trout were biting on) and between my oldest
daughter and me we managed a nice meal for me.
Saturday I felt under the weather so didn't ride. Sunday I decided to ride
to Bill Williams Lookout, about 9 miles away and a couple thousand feet of
climbing via the Benham Trail. Four and one half miles to the lookout from
the start of the single track and 2200' of elevation gain. The bottom had
experienced a fire last year that I was unaware of until the ride.
Fortunately it appeared a fast burn leaving most of the ponderosas in good
shape and barely touching the oak. The wind had knocked several trees over
the trail so being the good person I am I managed to move three of the four
I came across, the fourth being to much even for macho me.....
The lower portion of the st use to be part of the race course so I had
ridden this area several times. Mostly graduall up until the first
intersection with the lookout road where the approach was steep and loose.
I've never made this section and this day was no different.
The next section I had never ridden. Laiden with numerous switchbacks most
of which whipped my butt due to my imperfect balance. I didn't crash on any
but didn't make any without a one or two foot dab. Along I went until the
last road crossing where I still had 1/2 mile to the top. The st looked
more the bad hiking trail so I opted to ride the remaining part via the
road.
I was running out of time so opted for a fast descent down the road until
the bottom section where I picked up the st again. Too fun to take more pix
as I had never descended down this trail (race course went up, not down this
section). What a rush.
Back on the dirt road headed for the campground and damned if I didn't have
an encounter with a wasp...in my shirt.....stinging the crap out of me
before I could stop, smash at my jersey and find the little *******. Poor
thing died.........
Pictures, topo's and profiles can be viewed here.
<http://www.pchospital.net/gallery2/main.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&g2_itemId=3009&g2_navId=x4b762021>
Gary