So I know some people who know some people who …….
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So a freind of my mine in Norcal had a friend of his talk to a friend of mine, then that friend and I came up with a plan to take that friend of our friend onto a trail that a mutual friend had shown us some number of years ago. Yeah I know some people who know some people who….
So after meeting up with Vincent we dropped off a truck down at the lower elevation and made our way up towards the back side of Big Bear. About an hour later we were doing the final gear checks and headed off up “a trail”. The trail started off at 8,700 feet and we would be climbing to just under 9,000 before pointing the forks downhill. It is was immediatly clear we were not a sea level. It is pretty awesome how clean, clear and crisp the air feels at this elevation. Which is a good thing as I was using a lot of it!
We were not long into the ride before it became quite evident that the wet and late winter played havoc in this area as there were plenty of deadfall to deal with. We made a little roll action here and there and cleared what we could but for the most part we had some flow bustage to deal with when up in the pines.
So we were already in the “Back 40” so to say, but there was this off-shoot remenant of a trail that Bill and I had been eyeballing for some number of years so we decided to check it out. Checking it out meant some granny gearage and some hike-a-biking. The remenant ended up going where we thought it might and it was soon time to point the bikes back downhill for a quick bit of raw and untramelled excitement.
We expected cooler temps up higher but it soon became apparent that some unexpected weather had rolled in and had the entire area covered in clouds. The good news for us was that as we shedded of the elevation the temps were not climbing like we expected. We were living good!
We got in some great backcountry trail action before having to commit to a bit of dirt and paved road action that would take to the Santa Ana River Trail.
The SART was in good shape and the lower temps made for some nice riding conditions for this time of year. I was especially feeling in the zone and was having an incredible time on all of the sidehill goodness this trail has to offer.
Vincent rolling by
There was quite a bit more water than expected at all of the creek and feeder stream crossing.
This was the final creek crossing of the day and soon after this it was time for tasty beverages full of tiny bubbles and chit-chat about today’s adventure. We had barely rolled back to truck when the clouds cleared and the temps quickly climbed into the hot zone. Like most days on a mountain bike near the middle of nowhere, today did not suck.