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NorCal Peep Tour of the SART

So I know some people who know some people who …….

That is typically the start of a really good bit of story telling.   It ranks right up there with “This is a No-Shitter”.    Of course any story that starts off with either one of those opening lines is to be treated as suspect and the phrases are synonymous with some kind of embellishment disclaimer.      (NOTE TO SELF:  Remind the viewers of my site, that nearly all my website work is done while enjoying tasty west-coast style hop-infused micro-brews that forces me into heavy reliance on the spellcheck function.  With that in mind  the readers should expect the wong word two bee used from thyme too time and possibly a complete would be missing here and there 🙂

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.

Palm Canyon

Last Sunday the weatherman was calling for rain in the San Diego and Los Angles area.   It sounded like a good time to hit up the Palm Canyon Epic out near Palm Springs.  The group for this ride dwindled at the last minute and it ended up with Steve and I coming in from San Diego and John coming over from Burbank.    Smaller is generally better on this ride as you cover a lot of ground that has a reputation for being unforgiving to bikes and riders alike. 

 After leaving a vehicle in Palm Springs we drove up to pretty much to the base of Santa Rosa Mountain to start the 30 mile adventure for the day.   We started from the traditional Palm Canyon trailhead vice the more commonly used Pinyon Flats trailhead.   I love the first section of the Palm Canyon trail with it’s ribbon then singletrack etched into steep sidehills.   Sorry for no pictures of the section, there was way too much grinnage to stop and pull out the camera.

Here is shot taken shortly after finishing off the first section.  Any questions? 

There was lots of greenage out along the the trail

 

The Indian Portero Trail option was taken

John riding a pretty interesting section of rock 

Steve and his camera case racing through the rocks.   The camera case won that heat. 

Plenty of water running through here.  It was snow yesterday so you can bet it was mighty cold.

 As a matter of fact I can assure it was mighty cold!

 More water filled wash crossing fun. 

There was  some time allocated for a bit of playing on the rocks. 

 John ferreting out a line.

The 3-mile Dry Wash climb was in pretty descent shape but it was still a freaking beater.  

Once we got up the wash and headed over to Mike Dunn’s Desert Oasis (AKA the dozer) Steve felt the need for some dozer hucking.   File this under Stupid Human Tricks.

 

After a short bit of singletrack climbing it was time to head down in earnest on the Hahn Trail.   OMG OMFG LOL insert you favorite texting shorthand here that expresses singletrack bliss.  The Hahn Trail is an amazing trail, narrow, fast and etched into the mountainside.

I selfishily keep my camera in the pack but Steve bit the bullet and got a shot of John and I rolling on Hahn.   Way Good Stuff.

After the massive grinfest of the Hahn descent we took a series of trails that got us to the Wild Horse trail which would drop us into the Goat Trails of Palm Springs which was the final segment of the route.  The legs were feeling plenty worked at this point.

The final section of the Wildhorse trail is steep with some tight switchback which are always a lot fun to try and clean.  After Wildhorse we mostly used “The Swartz” to connect together a series of singletracks back down to my  truck.   We have a few flats over the day and one broken chain but made pretty good time.  It always seems like such an accomplishment to finish this ride with plenty of daylight left.  There were some tasty beverages and grub consumed afterwards over conversations about all that goes into to making this an epic ride.  The parts beats the body, the parts beats the bike and the continual string of parts that nutures the soul.   Once again it was a wonderful day to be on a bike out with Mother Nature.