Showing posts with label D2M. Show all posts
Showing posts with label D2M. Show all posts

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Fifteen Minutes

Day three of D2M captured in the June issue.

Keep pushing the envelope and grabbing at possibilities and you will eventually end up in a shit show, or in a full page spread in Mountain Bike Action magazine, or both.

I was in the high school parking lot waiting for Sara when a Facebook notification came in from Matt "McGiver" McFee. "Doubleday ripping into Dolores River Canyon, page 26 of Mountain Bike Action, June 2012"

High-res glory
Ruth grabbed a copy at the grocery store. There it was. Day three of our Durango to Moab odyssey in a full page spread. It was our late morning descent from the uranium mines toward a catered lunch next to the Delores river. After lunch we would climb out the other side of the valley for an epic afternoon leg that I will never forget. We coined it the "Shit Show" (dark humor). It was a physical and a spiritual journey that I will never forget. The type of life changing experience that you can hope for, but when it happens it is nothing like what you expected. After all, if you already knew then it wouldn't be much of a game-changer would it?

To have that memorialized like this in an old school print magazine (not an ethereal blog like this one) is beyond words, awesome. How many times have I flipped through one of these magazines, drooling over the epic rides in spectacular locations. Wishing I were in that picture, riding that trail, right now. The loop has closed!

Chris

"It's fun to have fun, but you have to know how."
     - Dr. Seuss


"A journey of 1000 miles must begin with a single crank-turn."
     - Unknown


"Tune in, Turn on, and Go long."
     -Tom Warren

Thursday, August 25, 2011

A Fast Donkey



Good news, this morning I did the Full Bonus Loop in 61 minutes.  That's door to door from Lower Lyndenwood.  For me that's a record.  Bad news I may have broken Rob's USE seatpost.  I hope I'm wrong.  Will look at it tonight.

This next part is going to be too much information.  TMI.  Don't say I didn't warn you.  I got a little banged up on last Sunday's ride.  So when I rode on Tuesday I layered up with a jock strap, under armor briefs, spandex shorts with ample chamois, heavy biking shorts, and a couple of prophylactic Advil.  That made it bearable.  For this morning's record breaking ride I skipped the Advil and the jock strap. I guess I'm on the mend...

Finally, here's one more D2M music video. It is of day five when we rode most of the Whole Enchilada near Moab. I stowed the camera during a little spritzer that day so missed the LPS section, but got plenty of Hazard County Trails, UPS, and Porcupine Rim. And thanks to G.Love (Philly born and bred) for the sound track.  Enjoy.

Chris

"You're a donkey, not a thoroughbred horse.  You may become a fast donkey, but you will never become a thoroughbred"
     -- unknown

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Diggers and Nipples

Bacon and Death Cookies. Diggers and Nipples.These terms and many more are explained in my December 2008 post on mountain biking vernacular. Following are some worthy additions uncovered during our recent D2M adventure:
  • Catcher's mitt - anatomical undercarriage that has been toughened up from extended time in the saddle. It comes at great cost but if properly maintained is a source of great pride and enables the rider to perform superhuman feats of cycling endurance.
  • Short Punchy Climb - the meaning has regional variances. In the Mid-Atlantic region it does not exceed 200 feet ("short") with occasional grades of 15% or more ("punchy"). In the Rocky Mountain states it at least two miles in length ("short") with similar grades. So "short" is a relative term. And on the heels of a 7 mile climb up 10% grade at altitudes approaching 11,000 feet, the "punchy" part feels more like a Jimmy Snooka pile driver.
  • Wattage Cottage - Wattage of course is a commonly used measure of pedaling power output.  The cottage part refers to the gluteous muscles of a well developed (generally female) cyclist capable of producing high wattages.
  • Six miles - Number of miles remaining in an extremely long endurance ride as reported by the ride leader. There is no correlation between this and the actual distance remaining to ride. This number is a universal constant. No matter how many additional miles are ridden, the distance remaining will still be exactly "six miles." It is a tremendous source of comfort to know you can always count on "six miles."
Some time I'll get around to merging into yet another compendium of useful mountain biking terms (like the Internet needs another one of those)...

Chris

Sunday, July 10, 2011

It's in the can

The first video is "in the can" as they say. I guess I should thank The Edge for his contribution, but frankly the seven other guys who were pushing the pedals up to 11,425 feet deserve most of the credit. Here's to you guys!

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

All Meatloaf All The Time

The D2M gang gets loosened up on Porcupine Singletrack
My father told me to always save the best for last. For example choking down the lima beans before savoring the meatloaf.

But as I begin to wrap up D2M with this post (the best one of all) I realize that there really were no lima beans with D2M. It was all meatloaf. With gravy. And the reason it was all meatloaf was because of the cast of characters that took this journey (leap of faith really) with me.

They brought a sense of adventure. They brought the Taj and Groover bingo. They brought the mutiny, Sheep Dip scotch, and a lot of laughs. They brought "Claus Van Traup" and "Glenn Armstrong." And the cracked helmet, and a naked girl to follow to Moab. They brought the magic, and I will never forget that.

All meatloaf all the time.

"It's fun to have fun, but you have to know how." 
     --Dr. Seuss

Monday, July 4, 2011

McGiver McFee


I was skirting the edge of the uranium mine Superfund site when I heard (and felt) an explosion.

A bang actually, but it was loud enough to startle the other riders. Flat. A nasty one, this was a 6" tear along the tire bead. Now I've done my share of field repairs - flats, broken chains, busted derailleur hangers - but this one looked a game ender (at least until we could find the van). 

Matt promptly emptied his backpack and got busy. About 15 minutes with a tube of superglue, duct tape, and some plastic scraps from a spiral ring notebook did the trick. We aired it up and it held.  Matt said he was confident it would hold but suggested I ride "carefully." Which I did...for about 20 minutes but then we hit some awesome singltrack and rock gardens that left little choice but to ride full on. Which I also did. And the tire held.

So add duct tape, superglue, and some plastic scraps to the seatbag inventory. And some ingenuity.

"Is that a spanner in your packet, or are you just happy to see me?"
     -- unknown


Sunday, July 3, 2011

Bite Me

I left my sweat soaked CamelBak outside my tent on night three. Apparently some nocturnal critter was looking for a salty snack, and took a few hunks out of my hydration bite valve. Yes that's the part of the hydration system that goes in your mouth. There were no bike shops within 100 miles, so I got to finish the trip with this one...in my mouth.

"Keep riding, Nancy. It's just water and dirt."
     -- Huck And Roll

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Luminous Beauty?

Conserving energy during lunch break on day two.
Some of those long painful climbs were actually the most beautiful moments of the trip. Even in the granny gear they required every ounce of strength I had for every pedal turn. These climbs were endless - half an hour, an hour, or more even longer before I could coast for just a few seconds.

I remember the sights, smells, sounds, and emotions of many of those climbs like they were yesterday. Day one climbing Bolam Pass with the two Mikes, day two riding KillPacker flats with Kirk and Jim, and day four riding up toward Geyser Pass with Sebastian and Dave. During these long climbs, small groups of 2-3 riders seemed to cling together for moral support (it certainly wasn't drafting at 3 mph).

There were few words exchanged. The laughter and light-hearted banter had died long ago. All energy was devoted to turning the pedals, grinding away thousands of feet of altitude one crank turn at a time. Each crank turn an effort. All I heard was the labored breathing of the riders right next to me. Occasionally one of us might get in an extra crank turn and inch slightly ahead. The group would respond, drawing their energy from the lead rider. Or we might sense one rider was fading and the group would ease up slightly allowing the struggling rider to recover. This dance would naturally switch off as individual energy levels ebbed and flowed. Long periods of concentrated silence, each rider tuned in to those around him.

And so it went for mile after mile. All the while surrounded by mind-boggling scenery, brilliant sunshine, and fresh smells of Colorado high country.

It may seem odd to hear this suffering described as a beautiful experience. But it was beautiful, I think for three reasons. First we were each on a personal journey discovering abilities we never knew we had (physical, mental, and emotional). But it was the camaraderie of the shared experience took it to a whole new level. For me it was almost euphoric.

"Suffering has a luminous beauty, and cleanses the mind in much the same way a wildfire clears an overgrown forest."
     -- Mike Ferrentino

Friday, July 1, 2011

What Works

My Junk
Five days in the mountains. Bikes, equipment, packing, what to bring, what not to bring, what works what doesn't?

Fixing lunch for the road
I packed pretty well. Used 90% of what I brought, and didn't miss much. Big wins:
  • Synthetic underwear - can't believe it took me this long. Always fresh and breezy, almost like going comando except with some help for the boys. A+++++
  • Arm warmers - as Glenn said "modular clothing is awesome." He's right.
  • My own bike seat - this where "the rubber meets the road" so to speak. Best to do it with a familiar friend.
  • Chamois Butt'r - awkward the first few times you use it but an ounce of prevention...
  • Baby wipes - five days in the bush, I'm just sayin'
  • Journal - just a few minutes each evening around the campfire, priceless
Friends, campfire,
and a bottle of scotch
made for a memorable
night four.
Of questionable utility:
  • Leg warmers - didn't use, maybe it was Dave's "Flash Dance" comment
  • Winter gear - didn't use, but would have been nice if weather hadn't cooperated
  • Beer and liquor - we went way overboard (8 cases beer, bottles of burbon, scotch, rum, vodka). For an event this physically demanding you just don't have the time or inclination to drink 5 beers a night. However scotch is a different story...
I've got my list, checked it twice, ready for another go....

Thursday, June 30, 2011

The Company You Keep...


One goal for this trip was contact.  Contact with with our environment, with each other, and with our guides. That's why we avoided some interesting hotel based trips. The restaurants, bars, TVs, and cell phones would be an unwelcome distraction. This trip required FULL IMMERSION. meals around a campfire, showers under a tree. A sleeping bag and a tent.

The Hermosa trip format and in particular the guides ensured we got the full contact experience without having to compromise. Camp was setup and the fire lit when we arrived at camp each evening. Expert preparation and fresh ingredients meant our meals were first rate.  And helpings were healthy, we never went hungry.

But the guides were really the secret sauce.

Matt McFee is the mastermind of the operation and has assembled a winning format and a great team of guides. His navigational skills and lunchtime stories of the Continental Divide Race were eclipsed only by his performance in the Angelina Jolie game and his expert chamois cleaning tips.

We only had a few minutes with Peter Basinger as he shuttled us to the start on day one, but he had some great stories of racing in the Iditarodtrail invitational, a 24hr mountain bike race in Alaska where he found a racer who had been mauled by a grizzly (she survived), and the trip to NYC to be interviewed by one of the morning talk shows about the bear incident.

Apple Cobbler, yum!
Lisa Lieb ("Angie")added a high energy feminine touch to the adventure without upsetting the dynamics of eight guys on a "guys trip." At first I was dubious about the mixed gender dynamic, but she mixed it up expertly. She ran a fantastic kitchen, tended to some gnarly injuries, and put some guys in their place when they needed it. She walked the line expertly. Oh and she is a kick ass rider.

Glenn Shoemaker ("Glenn.P.R") was our cowboy poet. He was knowledgeable about everything from the lifecycle of the desert gnat and herbal remedies to chiropracty and fine whiskeys. He was a wealth of excellent advice, never preachy, gently offered in prosaic fashion. We learned to listen attentively when he offered wise advice about "building monuments" and being careful about places where "someone might get your stuff." And he was ALWAYS there if someone was suffering and falling off the back of the group, distracting them and keeping them positive.

And finally, Delila the black and tan coonhound and Arthur the newfoundland were a great touch. Originally they did not plan to be on the trip but we insisted that they join us because we think dogs are awesome.

"That bike chick sort of digs you but is not looking for a beginner"
      -- unknown


"RIDE HARD, live easy"
     -- unknown

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Groovin'

Our Groover had a view and a two drop maximum.

The view was of the snow-capped La Sal mountain range in the distance. Unobstructed by houses, trees, or even window glass. It was straight up. A big money view.

The two drop maximum meant you had a 50% chance of having to empty The Groover. Very high stakes. Add eight competitive guys, and you've got yourself a sideshow of epic proportions.  Boris Spassky and Bobby Fischer type of stuff. "Who just went?" "Did he really go?" "Where is 'so-and-so'?" Head fakes. Guys sneaking to the Groover at four in the morning.

In the end I was 0 for 2.  I would have liked another go at it to improve my percentage, but on the last day we raised the maximum from two drops to three. In my mind the price of failure was too high, so I held out for modern facilities on night #4.

But (a small) part of me still misses that Groover and that money view.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Know Thy Route

Trip data from Andy's GPS unit (includes a map track) is available online. For guys who were on the trip, if you zoom in on the map track I swear you will remember every rock and switchback as if it were yesterday.

Total elevation gain for the trip was 17,732ft and total loss was 22,642ft. Don't interpret this to mean it was a downhill ride. We did a LOT of climbing on every day except #5 (see elevation graphic). It takes many hours of hard work to climb a few thousand feet, but only a few minutes of high speed descent to burn it all up. So even though we netted -4,910 ft of elevation this trip was totally dominated by climbing.

I believe the dip around mile 65 was lunch on day #3, the steep climb out is the beginning of the infamous afternoon "shit show" grind-fest. I'm still studying topo maps to determine how steep was the climb-out for that afternoon sojourn.

Elevation over mileage
The 38.5mph max speed is from day#2 descent to the reservoir. If you've ever gone over 35 on a bike then you know 38.5mph is wicked fast. It can leave a pretty good rug burn if anything goes wrong. It focuses the mind in a hurry.

Some possible gaps in the data due to a battery issue on day #3.

Enjoy.

"Know then thy route, presume not signs to scan; The proper study of mankind is maps."
     -- Albert Augustus Pope

Monday, June 27, 2011

Little Dots and Spots

These spots itch like crazy
That's the back of my heel/calf area. It itches like a SOB. Just about everyone who went on the D2M trip has them. And today I found out what they are.

Chiggers.

Damn chiggers.

They are some sort of minuscule larvae that attach to you and liquefy your flesh so they can drink it. I thought my dog was disgusting when she ate horse manure. That's nothing compared to chiggers.

Damn chiggers.


"All I see is little dots, some are smeared and some are spots."
--David Byrne

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Big Five Inch

Took the Rig for my first ride since Moab. Just to loosen up.

The big five inch...
Impressions:

  • Too many hikers. I don't think we saw anyone on the trails the first four days of riding in Colorado and Utah. I like that.
  • Really good air. There is 4x the oxygen (per volume) here than at the top of Bolam Pass. We were not acclimatized for Bolam Pass. Big difference.
  • Didn't miss the gears really, but did reach for the shifter out of habit.
  • Pucker factor. Didn't register at MCSP. 
  • No rear suspension was weird. Not much front either since I filled the Reba with too much oil. I got used to the RumbleFish with 5" of plush travel front and back. Not that I needed it today, but I missed it. I started hopping up and down on the Rig and nothing much happened. 

I really do miss that big five inch.

"29 and single"
     -- saw it on a t-shirt once

You Will Not Regret It If You Live

This was an adventure with all the commensurate risks and rewards. Mountainous terrain and excessive speed contributed to both crashes. With downhills measured in miles instead of yards and altitude drops measured in thousands of feet instead of hundreds, it is no surprise we were riding at excessive speeds for long periods of time. Speeds unheard of on our east coast trails.

Nurse Kitty cleaning up Sebastian.
He'll have some good bacon from
that one!
Sebastian's crash occurred after a particularly gnarly section of downhill where the trail smoothed out. From behind, it looked like his front wheel had hit a large rock - the bike stopped and he flew a good ten yards down the trail, sustaining a couple of nasty scrapes but thankfully no structural damage.  Luckily he was thrown forward and not sideways where there was no trail, only air (you get the picture). Oddly we could not find any obstructions on the trail - final analysis concluded that the rear wheel was off the ground approaching turn when both brakes were applied, resulting in instantaneous endo. Possible contributing factor was that brakes on Sebastian's own bike at home were soft (needed to be bled).
Conclusions: On descents keep weight back and use front brake judiciously. Switching from soft to firm brakes may contribute to misjudging stopping power.
Nurse Kitty checking
Dave before granting
him access to the cooler
Dave's birthday crash had speed and some additional complicating factors. It was at the end of a very very long day, and we were nearing camp and a cooler full of beer.  We were about 3 miles into an 8 mile descent.  It was a similar stretch of trail, very fast, flat, and smooth when Dave just inexplicably disappeared in a tangle of bike, legs, and dust.
Tangent: It was strange seeing the crash from about 100 yards back. The violence of the crash was apparent. Legs and bike tumbling down the trail. Arms flopping. Dust flying. I've been there, I know. But from where I was sitting it was utterly silent. No noise, no pain. A strangely detached and frankly disturbing perspective.
I was first on the scene and as is customary asked him if he was ok. He said "no." David never says "no." A quick assessment turned up a cracked helmet and a left shoulder that hung considerably lower than his right...because his arm had been wrenched out of the shoulder socket. Nurse Kitty promptly got busy assessing the patient and trying to work the arm back into place. In the end, Dave was able to work it back in and elected to ride the remainder of the descent (albeit a little slower). That my friends is one tough customer.
Conclusions: On descents keep weight back and use front brake judiciously. Increase the margin for error (slow down) if you are on the back end of a grueling ride.
Jim after tangling with
a barb-wire fence and
"cleaning" the wound.
Jim's mishap was not so much a crash as it was a miscalculation.  Treat barb-wire with utmost respect. Get your tetanus shot. And please please do not fill your mouth with water and spit on your open wound in a vain attempt to "clean" the injury. Your mouth is one of the most bacteria infested parts of your body. You are actually better off urinating on it than spitting on it (urine is sterile). You get the picture.

These incidents and numerous other minor bumps and scrapes confirmed that indeed this was an adventure not a video game, that that the human body is glorious and capable of many amazing things, and most importantly it may be the mind that is the real wildcard in all this.  Who would have thought?

"All problems in mountain biking can be solved by going faster, except the ones that are caused by going too fast."
     -- unknown

"Get a bicycle.  You will not regret it if you live." 
     – Mark Twain

“Pain is temporary, glory is forever”
      -- unknown

Friday, June 24, 2011

Colorado Chronology

D2M Team on way to Geyser Pass.
It would be a very long day.
Technically D2M is history.  A few scrapes and bruises linger as friendly but fading reminders of our recent adventure.  But other effects will reverberate for a lifetime – rugged and remote countryside conquered, extreme conditions endured, perceived physical and mental limits sorely tested and exceeded – and best of all we experienced it as a group.

Now, how to immortalize the epic adventure in words and pictures without overwhelming the writers or the readers?  We divide and conquer...the same way we bagged Bolam Pass...one switchback at a time. We will start with the requisite chronological treatment to baseline the scope of the trip. But there many non-linear themes that colored the entire adventure.  Rather than muddy the chronology, we will follow up with posts exploring these various themes - some very practical like field repair, what happens when rodents and insects come calling, the numbers , bikes, and gear. Other topics more ethereal like the difference between pain (bad) and suffering (good), friends and acquaintances, and heeding nature's call.

The possibilities are endless, so let's get started with the all important chronology...


 DAY ONE - BOLAM PASS 
One of a shitload of switchbacks
heading up to Bolam Pass
Distance: 26 mi
Climbing: 4,300 ft
Max altitude: 11,425 ft
Pedaling time: 4.5 hrs
Crashes: 0
Mechanicals: 0

Dinner: Coconut curry chicken, steamed rice, fresh spring rolls, chocolate fondue
Lunch then a nap
Day one started at the Durango Mountain Resort where we fit our bikes, got our 2 minute briefing on bike safety and satellite transponders, and then promptly began what would be a long warm-up climb climb of 2.8 miles.  After a short break on some "Secret Single track" and lunch in the flower-filled Hermosa Creek Valley we began the final assault on Bolam Pass.  The first 3 miles of the 9 mile uphill assault were a teaser, the last 6 miles were for real - loose, rocky, and extremely steep. A short break at Celebration Lake near the top of our climb was sorely needed, as the last 2+ miles to the pass was hike-a-bike through knee-deep snow and ankle-deep melt-water.  The payoff was considerable as the pass offered a breathtaking 180° vista of Lizard Head Valley with Hermosa Peak and SlideRock Ridge in the background.  A Pull off Glenn's flask (Eagle Rare Bourbon) didn't hurt either.

After a short nap, we descended the other side of the pass into the San Juan National Forest. The descent down a sometimes gnarly double-track dirt road was loaded with washed-out ruts and rocks the size of bowling balls. When we rolled into camp the kitchen was setup, chairs were arranged around the campfire, beers were iced, and a large tray of appetizers was ready and waiting for our crew of  exhausted and hungry bikers.

Killpacker Flats
 DAY TWO - LIZARD HEAD 
Breakfast: Starbucks coffee, OJ, blueberry pancakes, bacon, yogurt, granola, fresh fruit
Distance: 30 mi
Climbing: 4,000 ft
Max altitude: 10,100 ft
Pedaling time: 4.0 hours
Crashes: 0
Mechanicals: 0
Dinner: Grilled steaks, parmesan risotto, asparagus, apple cobbler
Snacks at the cabin
This day started with a 3 mile climb from camp to Killpacker Flats and some more killer scenery (a Colorado "flat" is roughly equivalent to a Pennsylvania "Mountain").  We took a break at a rustic log cabin right out of a John Wayne movie, and then started another very long climb up Black Mesa Road to top out at 10,100 feet.  More rest and refueling, and we launched into an 8 mile descent to Ground Hog Reservoir in the shadow of Lone Cone (clocked at 38 mph).  After some snacks and a dip in the reservoir (snow melt was refreshing at 40°), we headed to camp in the desert.
The desert

This was our first truly primitive camp (no facilities, no people, no nothing).  The scene was other-worldly, like something out of a sci-fi movie. The snow-covered La Salle Mountains were visible in the distance (Moab on the OTHER side).  It was an early night with everyone thinking about another big day ahead of us.

 DAY THREE - THE SHIT SHOW 
Breakfast: Starbucks coffee, OJ, fritata, yogurt, granola, fresh fruit
Distance: 40 mi
Climbing: 5,000
Max altitude: 10,678 ft
Elapsed time: 7.5 hrs
Crashes: 1
Mechanicals: 5 flats
Dinner: Custom burritos including fresh cilantro and guacamole, s,mores
Moab is on the OTHER side of those!
Today's ride was broken up into two stages.  Before lunch we rode some long rolling desert flats where I experienced an explosive flat next to a Uranium Superfund Site.  6" gash along the tire bead, seemed to be a show stopper, but Matt managed to fix it with some superglue, duct tape, and scraps of plastic from a spiral notebook.  Amazingly it held fast for remainder of the morning stage including a "short punchy" 1500 ft climb to ride some awesome Colorado rollers. Red dirt then green dirt. Diving turns on an abandoned mining road. Fast and technical. After a long descent into the Dolores Canyon through some rocky gnarl, we had our first truly violent crash of the trip. Sebastian was lucky to walk away with some bruises and a bloody elbow and knee (not sure he would agree he was lucky though).

Whiskey and a Shit Show
The after lunch stage started with a steep punishing 200 yard climb through loose dirt and rocks directly into a rain storm.  We geared up for the weather and then began what would be a sustained and difficult 14 mile climb.  Kirk set his stop watch and we were pushing pedals for 2.5 hours before we were able to coast for just a few feet before recommencing climbing.  The unrelenting climb did have some spectacular views of Paradox Valley and an impromptu "Shit Show" when Oates and Riley got tangled up midway through the climb.  Ride finished with the La Sal Mountains noticeably closer and a short descent to camp at Buckeye Reservoir.  

 DAY FOUR - THE LONG WAY HOME 
Crossing the line
Breakfast: Starbucks coffee, OJ, blueberry pancakes, bacon, fruit and granola
Distance: 28 mi
Climbing: 4,200 ft
Max altitude: 10,200 ft
Pedaling time: 4.5 hrs
Crashes: 1
Mechanicals:
Dinner: Fresh salad, chicken pancetta, pasta, and red sauce, fresh baked chocolate/raspberry cake
Woke up to the sound of rushing water in the creek 25' from my tent.  After breakfast we struck out for the CO/UT border and started what would be a mentally and physically challenging odyssey to Geyser Pass. The day would include some backtracking (500' of the climb done 2x for good measure), a portage around a beaver pond, and another 1+ mile hike-a-bike through the snow in Geyser Pass.  The views were spectacular as we climbed the shoulders of the La Sal Mountains toward the pass.
Hike a bike at the beaver pond

We crested Geyser Pass around mid-afternoon, and once we regained rideable trails we began a high speed eight mile descent down some wide-open single track toward camp east of Moab.  Given our fatigue and the speed potential, it is probably a miracle we had only one crash on the descent.  Unfortunately it was another bad one, resulting in a dislocated shoulder for one rider.  But with some manipulation by Lisa (our guide) and some grit from the patient, Dave was able to "relocate" his own shoulder and finish the ride to the bottom of the hill.

Approaching Geyser Pass
and still smiling
This was to be the last night of the trip, so after dinner we parked ourselves around the campfire at Warner Lake and got started on a fresh bottle of Sheep Dip blended scotch. Being the rennaisance men that we were (and are), we did not stoop to merely passing the bottle.  Instead we engaged in high-brow drinking games like "new names for interesting body parts", "new names for interesting body functions", and the always classic "Angelina Jolie game."    We wrapped around midnight with the Taj team absorbing the brunt of the punishment (and the scotch).  Long live Glenn Armstrong and Claus Van Troubt.

 DAY FIVE - THE WHOLE ENCHILADA (ALMOST) 
At the top of UPS
Breakfast: Starbucks coffee, OJ, EggsMcHermosa, yogurt, granola, fresh fruit
Distance: 25 mi
Descent: 6,200 ft
Max altitude: 9,520 ft
Pedaling time: 2.5 hrs
Crashes: 1
Mechanicals: 2 flats
After four days of climbing, we would finish the trip with a full day descending some of the best single track anywhere. We started with a very short (and the only) climb from camp to the Hazard Country Trails.  This was wicked fast swooping singltrack through meadows, scrub forest, and the occasional rock garden. This was a lesson in gravity, as releasing the brakes for just a second or two could accelerate you instantly to crazy-stupid speeds. These trails alone were worth the trip, but after a short spin on the Kokopelli trail (double track) we picked up UPS (Upper Porcupine Singletrack).

On top of the world, but not
getting too close to the edge...
While Hazard County was a rocket sled ride, UPS was relatively slow but technical single track over slick rock and finely packed red sand.  It dodged and weaved along the canyon edge, occasionally swooping within a could of feet of the edge to ensure we kept focused.  The slick rock has amazing gripping qualities, enabling us to ride some mind-bending stuff, one of them an impossibly steep 45° descent down a 40' stretch of slick rock. Into a cactus patch.  Adrenaline pumping now!

Lunch with a view
Next was LPS (Lower Porcupine Singletrack) which again was completely different from the previous stretch of trail.  LPS was large slabs of slickrock protruding from the ground, with tire swallowing gaps and large drops (inches to feet) between slabs.  While UPS was all about flow, LPS was all about balance and picking a careful line through this maze which continued for miles.

Overlooking the Colorado River
Eventually, LPS emptied out into Porcupine Trail proper where we took a minute to collect ourselves.  Glenn advised us to pay attention on this last stretch.  Glenn is a master of giving very good advice in a very subtle fashion. When asked about level of difficulty for Porcupine Trail he said "well on a scale of 1 to 10, you've ridden some 4s and 5s.  We'll see some 6s and 7s.  And a few places where if you're not careful 'someone will get your stuff.'"  We must have looked puzzled.  Glenn said "you know, like your family...because you won't need it anymore."  Message received.  Time to pay attention.  And he was not kidding. This lower section which ended at the Colorado River was some of the most scenic trail we had ridden yet, and with a serious pucker factor as parts of the trail passed within INCHES (not feet) of the edge.  The kind of edge where if you catch a pedal, "someone will get your stuff."  I doubt I will ever again regain the focused zen-like state I experienced when riding, dabbing, or walking some of these sections.
It's good to be alive
We finished at the bottom of the canyon next to the mighty Colorado River, exhausted by five days of hard riding, an adrenaline laced last day, and the knowledge that together we had all pushed ourselves far beyond our perceived physical and mental limits. And had fun doing it.

The trip of a lifetime.

"If you're lucky enough to be in the mountains, you're lucky enough."
  -- unknown

Click HERE for all the MO7S blogposts regarding this adventure.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

36 Hours

Tent, sleeping bag, and pad
are already in Durango.
I am having trouble concentrating.  In 37 hours I will be boarding a plane to Durango Colorado for a week of mountain biking bliss.

I have pre-shipped my tent, sleeping bag, pad, and a big honkin' tube of chamois butt'r to Durango.  I have charged three cameras and wiped ten memory cards.
These are the parts
where my body
touches the bike

I have taken my last ride.

I have packed my favorite bike seat, grips, and pedals.  You see these are the parts where my body will be touching the bike.  My body doesn't have the time or the inclination to "get acquainted" with new contact points.  Not when riding singletrack seven hours per day for five days.

I have packed all my gear and tonight will unpack and pack it again (my roll-on is over the size limit, so I am preparing to have roll-on confiscated).

I pickup SF at 4:30am Tuesday morning and we roll into our next big adventure.

I am stoked.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

A Gamer

Down But Not Out
Not the video kind.

No, this is the true gamer. An original.

The kind who is "all in" for the June Durango to Moab epic and subsequently bangs up his knee while skiing in Utah (or at Villa Fund Raiser Dinner Dance, we're not sure).  At any rate he gets MRI films on and promptly limps over to his MD neighbor for a quick interpretation.

MCL tear.

And then he texts me "Grade 1 or 2 tear and NP for Moab."  And I believe him.

I think that's the definition of a gamer.

Chris

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Hot Tub Concoction

Antonio sessioning the log on
the Bonus Loop
Here's what happens when you ride hard for 2 hours and 45 minutes then plunge into a 104º hot tub to continue planning for the June 2011 Durango to Moab trip...

...your blood vessels dilate, the blood pressure in your brain drops to about 60/40, and you concoct a brilliant revision to your training program:

  • Since our rides in June will be 5-6 hours of pedaling in 6-7 hours duration, we will increase duration of Sunday rides to max out in early June at 5+ hours.  "Practice like you play" as they say...
  • Schedule the rides now. Move them around to ensure variety. Locate them to accommodate increasing durations and intensities We are all busy people, pre-scheduling just makes sense.

Kirk sessioning the same log
So after our 3 hour ride and hot-tub soak I did the only thing that made sense. I went out in the sun and drank beer and played kickball with the kids (and dads) for 6 hours, then came home to tap out this blog post. And here is what I came up with:

Date
Duration
Location
Depart
Start
End
Home
10-Apr
3:00
Harmony Hill
8:45 AM
9:00 AM
12:00 PM
12:15 PM
17-Apr
3:15
Marsh Creek
9:00 AM
9:00 AM
12:14 PM
12:14 PM
24-Apr
3:29
White Clay
8:00 AM
9:00 AM
12:29 PM
1:29 PM
1-May
3:45
Brandywine
8:30 AM
9:00 AM
12:46 PM
1:16 PM
8-May
4:04
Fair Hill
8:00 AM
9:00 AM
1:04 PM
2:04 PM
15-May
4:24
Wissahickon
8:15 AM
9:00 AM
1:24 PM
2:09 PM
21-May*
4:45
Blue Marsh
8:00 AM
9:00 AM
1:45 PM
2:45 PM
29-May
5:08
French Creek
8:30 AM
9:00 AM
2:08 PM
2:38 PM


I've fixated on a 9:00 am "clipped in and pedals spinning" schedule, increased Sunday ride times by 8% each week, cranked in the drive times (from Lyndenwood), and calculated estimated time of return to facilitate scheduling and family planning. I think that's pretty damn impressive.

Now we can quibble about start times and whether it is possible to ride 3 hours at Harmony Hill. I suspect we will shuffle locations and maybe repeat a couple to make this work, and we do have a rest week 5/1 to consider, but that sort of discussion is  A-OK because that's a productive conversation that gets us closer to Durango.

Note also that 21-May is a Saturday ride. A ride is organically organizing via the Pennsylvania forum on MTBR for that date, and that's just about the time we need to bang out a long ride. Where better than Blue Marsh (remember our first time)?

Oh and the hot tub produced one other minor breakthrough. Our recruiting efforts have moved yet another rider from unrated to "47-50%" probability for the June trip. That is a ways from 100% but is real progress and would make it 8 riders total and that my friends is exciting news!

We'll see how this "hot tub concoction" looks in the morning after a good night's rest...

Chris

"Chasing records doesn't keep me on my bike. Happiness does."
     -- Lance Armstrong after his third Tour de France victory

Saturday, April 2, 2011

How can I optimize my health at altitude?

Post shamelessly excerpted from the Institute of Altitude Medicine website. Thank you IAM.
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An overnight stay at an intermediate altitude such as Denver (5280 ft) or preferably a bit higher prior to further ascent into the mountains is very helpful.

Staying hydrated is important as it aids your body in acclimatizing.

Avoid use of alcohol or sleeping agents of the benzodiazepine family, since they both suppress breathing and result in lower blood oxygen. Other sleeping pills like Ambien or Lunesta do not affect breathing at high altitude and are safe. Avoid over-exertion for 1-2 days after arrival to altitude.
[MO7S commentary: I prefer the word "moderation" to "avoidance." I use avoidance with influenza and mean people. In all other matters I think moderation is a better alternative]
Acetazolamide (Diamox®) taken 24 hours prior to arrival to altitude and the first 2 days at altitude is 75% effective in preventing AMS. It speeds up the acclimatization process in the body, stimulates breathing, raises blood oxygen and increases urination.
[MO7S commentary: ...and possibly improves tolerance for alcohol.]
Gingko biloba, according to some studies was effective in preventing AMS when started 5 days prior to ascending to altitude, at a dose of 100 mg twice a day.

Avoiding exposure to viral illness such as coughs and colds will improve your chances of staying healthy.
[MO7S commentary: See! I told you!]
When traveling consider wearing a mask if exposed to someone with a severe cough. Use proper hand washing and good hygiene to avoid transferring germs.

Altitude Myths

Myth # 1 - Don't drink caffeine at altitude.
We don't know where this false assumption came from, but likely from the fact that caffeine is a mild diuretic (makes you pee). The concern is that it could dehydrate you and contribute to altitude sickness. This concern is unfounded unless you drink pots of black sludge coffee a day and little else. In reality, caffeine stimulates your brain, kidneys and breathing, all of which are helpful at altitude. And for those people who drink several caffeinated beverages a day, stopping abruptly can cause a profound headache. See Dr. Hackett's article on caffeine and altitude.
[MO7S commentary: Thank you, thank you, thank you!]
Myth #2 - Diamox masks symptoms of altitude sickness.
Taking Diamox to prevent AMS will not mask symptoms. It works on the same pathway that your own body uses to help you acclimatize. It is a carbonic anhydrase inhibitor which makes you urinate a base chemical called bicarbonate. This makes your blood more acidic and therefore stimulates breathing thereby taking in more oxygen. It speeds up your natural process of acclimatization and if you stop taking it you will not have rebound symptoms. It is one of the main medicines doctors use to prevent and treat acute mountain sickness (AMS).

Myth #3 - Physical fitness protects against altitude sickness.
Physical fitness offers no protection from altitude illness. In fact, many young fit athletes drive themselves too hard at altitude prior to acclimatizing thinking they can push through the discomfort. They ignore signs of altitude illness thinking it can't affect them because they are fit and healthy. Everyone, regardless of fitness, is susceptible to AMS.

Myth #4 - Drinking extra water will protect you from altitude illness.
Staying hydrated is important at altitude. Symptoms of dehydration are similar to AMS. In reality you only need an additional liter to a liter and a half of water at altitude. Too much water is harmful and can dilute your body's sodium levels (hyponatremia) causing weakness, confusion, seizures, and coma. A good rule of thumb to assess for hydration is to check your urine. Clear urine indicates adequate hydration, dark urine suggest dehydration and the need to drink more water.

Myth # 5 - Children are more susceptible to altitude illness.
Several studies have shown that children have similar rates of altitude illness as adults. No evidence exist that children are more susceptible to the altitude. If your child is otherwise healthy and the basic rules of acclimatization are followed they will likely do well at altitude. Children do get altitude illness and the main challenge in those very young is that they can't communicate their headache and other symptoms. Excessive crying in a baby the first 1-2 days at altitude could be altitude illness. Children with AMS bounce back quickly with treatment as do most adults.