It is what it is:

Wet. Rain falling, high humidity, mud and muddy puddles but firm trails.

On Wed Steve planned 2 rides, first was River Run up and down on said name trail in ski area and next was Corral Creek. Forecast called for some kind of wet and an acceptable wet risk value. We did carry rain jackets which would be worn later.

At River Run clouds appeared threatening but human condition is that it won’t rain, we will be protected by trees, carrying my lucky charm, whatever. We drove here, we will ride come sunshine or liquid falling from the sky. This trail is inside the ski area, purpose built sustainable on firm surface. Big climb negotiating massive bermed corners, funny riding them going uphill. We pedaled to where trail ends on snow cat road then turned back down… in the rain. rain jackets kept our torsos dry, lower got wet. 889′ climb in 3.4 miles. Both of us ride a max 42T cluster gear, Steve rides a 28-30T elliptical Absolute Black chain ring, I rode a 30-32T ring for a higher gear than Steve. We talked about the Eagle with its massive 50T gear, we decided that while it might be great there is a in my case almost $500 in parts. We both ride the Catalyst flat pedals. That morning I installed a short fender on my front wheel because I had it and it might be of value. And it was in the wet. Nicely built trail, sort of tight with tree borders necessitating astute line choice.

Back down at the vans we checked out the sky to decide if we would ride Corral Creek. Patches of blue. We were already wet. We would only know by driving short distance up Trail Creek, skies remained blue. This ride is a greener thru now Doug Fir cover, again on woods dirt. 6.45 miles out and back, climbing 711′, back to almost 100′ per mile. Steve leads the climb and I lead the downhill.

Steve

Sunny day, no rain coat.

For dinner we pooled our resources for dinner, Steve’s kitchen for grilled asparagus, salad, and baked potatoes. I fixed shrimp scampi, we emptied a bottle of wine. A shower washed away the dried mud, spent the night in his driveway again.

Thurs was laundry day in Hailey. weather forecast again had rain falling from the sky, but less than 50% probability. Good to go.

We met at Greenhorn TH, again with rain jackets in packs. We rode up Mahoney then higher to pick up Cow Creek for our decent. Skies became more ominous:

Mahoney

I lead the Cow Creek descent. Sprinkles fell, I hoped that we could make it to the vans w/o getting wet. Sprinkles became rain. We stopped and put on our jackets then continued in the rain. Disc brake rotors need sufficient friction heat to allow brake pads to grab the rotor. Constant rain and intermittent braking never really dries the rotors. My Formula Cura brakes squeal when wet. rain fell all the way back to the vans, shortly after arriving the clouds parted leaving us with sunshine. Everything was wet and or muddy. 8.09 miles climbing 1282′.

Thurs eve was a volunteer trail work project to bush Harper. I hung in Ketchum waiting for meeting time and enjoyed sunshine. Rinsed my bike off at the Perch. Sage brush intrudes onto the trail. Did a lot of cutting and uprooting younger plants. Maybe 15 people helped. A local brewery supplied beer and BCRD provided hot dogs and trimmings. Even had turkey dogs that were colored to match the fill dogs. Dashed out to Trail Creek for a camp spot with full view of ski hill

More snow remains than last year’s visit.

Today’s forecast calls for no rain, just sunshine. The next bunch of days call for rain again. It is what it is.

76% humidity slows drying clothes.

Afternoon ride planned.

Cheapest diesel in valley is $3.54/ gallon. Lowest in Sedona was $2.79 which rose to $3.09 before leaving.

I found Moose Drool beer in cans. I have been drinking canned beer now.

Defrosted fridge yesterday.

Water and green

Sunday night my abdomen was very unhappy. My concern is intestine strangulation from possible hernia. I have insufficient info to comprehend my pain. I canceled my ride with Steve at Indian Springs. I made way and drove to ER in Ketchum. DR there told me that if strangulation occurs I will be in bad shape, I was nowhere near that level. Next step is still the appointment with the surgeon on Tues.

New plan was to meet Steve out at Croy trails. These trails are purpose hand built trails on BLM land. Place to ride early and late season as temps ride scorching riders with no shade. Today the temp was starting with a long underwear top and on rain wetted tread. Excellent conditions. And wild flowers are starting to bloom effusing the air with their bouquet. Various aspects and elevation locations displayed 3 colors of lupine. Bermed corners on firm dirt. Caution required as mud patches were at places I wanted to carve my front wheel in for cornering. Mud gives way. Not many but kept me on my toes. Drop the seat, fully weight my pedals, upper body angulation, weight transfer, and grin.

Steve at Croy

Just fun riding on smooth treads.

Drove to Steve’s place south of Bellevue for more visiting and sleeping in his driveway.

Tuesday morning was surgeon exam. Connected with DR, his wiggling finger located a hernia. Small at present. He said when do you want it fixed. Tomorrow? No, needed several days to come down from anti coagulant. Surgery now scheduled for next Wed. 20 min operation to place a apiece of mesh over the gap. recovery is about a week. May this be the cause of my abdominal pain.

Steve and I later met at Oregon gulch for a ride on a loop he named Trade Route. This location is now under tree cover, big climbs and descents, and hero dirt. Woods dirt. Legacy hand built trails. Humper climbs that I used granny gear on.  At the top of one climb my phone rang, it was the DR office that needed to collect vitals and sign a piece of paper at the office before 4:30 go home time. We needed more time to complete the ride so we turned around to ride what the route would not have traveled. reward for the hump. Woods dirt, slightly bermed bends caused by years of riders, natural occurrence. Short ride of 6.45 miles but climbing 1236′ for a whopping 192′ per mile which is typical of rides here in Woods River Valley.

Steve

America is a big and varied land mass. I am now back where water is present. Just so green. 4 months in desert Sedona, time in Hurricane and Moab deserts. Trees not much taller than me, open sight lines, slick rock, no water drought. Such a dichotomy here and so exotic to my last almost half year. Towns going up Woods River are Bellevue, Hailey, then Ketchum aligned on state highway 75 and hemmed in by BLM and FS land. Slower pace life, formerly agrarian no populated by expensive vaca homes and $100 plus day ski pass. Steve pointed out that the summer crowds have not arrived which will affect life. Presently I am enjoying local life. To Steve I keep remarking on what’s here. My broken record track.

I made my stops at Chip’s Sun Summit South shop and Elephants Perch in Ketchum. I met Chip 20 years ago on my first bike adventure here. He greeted me with a hurmph. Bob Bergdahl, Bowe’s father is working there, he greeted me with a hello and hand shake. They were wondering when I would arrive. Friendly exchange.

At the Perch I chatted with Jason the service manager and also involved with NICA. I am curious how post NICA is affecting those racers and how they are participating in mountain biking community. The program has a requirement for trail work. Specialized shop that sells an Ebike. Nappy was pushing an e bike in the shop, I asked him where he would ride it. He said anywhere as he turned off the e-assist making the bike pedal only. How much fun is pedaling an almost 50# bike. Interesting position. Nothing to stop the rider to turning on the e assist. The AZ trail goes thru Grand Canyon where bikers are required to pack their bike the entire 20 some miles. This packing eliminates the likelihood of a rider riding their bike where it is not allowed. Turning off the power is no guarantied assurance that the rider will not resort back to power.

I bought a pound of salmon for Steve to grill for dinner. I told him I lack funds to take him to dinner but I can bring a part of dinner and let him fix it. He did a scrumptious job. Steve is my Sun Valley host.

There are vacant buildings in Bellevue along the main drag but they lack the decrepit decay look. In Hailey I looked at this Baptist church that strikes me as an old west church.

Baptist church in Hailey

Forecast here is for frequent showers. Yesterday lightning flashed. I replaced my wind shirt with my rain jacket in my pack. More riding today.

Chicken but Dry

Yesterday was a ride drive day. Today was a drive ride day.

Out at N Klondike TH dispersed camping opportunities I picked the first spot which is furthermost away from actual trail. One rig was parked which seemed to be the magnet for a swarm of other rigs joining, appeared to be a big group. My preferred spot back up against the rocks was occupied when I arrived which is why I chose this spot. They started packing up then left, the space was opened. However, wind was blowing straight on to the rocks which would prolly be more wind wind affected than were I chose. My decision turned to be propitious as their gang arrived.

Rode from van to the west side of Little Valley wash on the easier trails for a wonderful pedal warm up.

real life

I rode coming towards you. My eyes caught movement of this out of place coloring. Was it somebody’s toy as a prank? I continued past then lowered my bike for a walk back to see up close what caught my eyes. It moved therefor the toy prank was off. It’s coloration protection to human eyes that sees color eliminated its camouflage. How do its predators perceive it?

Little Valley Moab

My route went to pick up the start of Dino for my return. This trail is up on slick rock patches, a bluer. Features that required skill but of lesser ability. I said previously I like this trail. I sessioned 2 spots to make each.

Quick route as I planned on driving up to Soldier Summit west of Price for the night. 2 miles of stutter bumped all weather dirt road out to pavement finally onto I-40. 80 mph, not. Then leave 4 lane for 2 lane rt 6 going thru Price on the business loop. I groceried at a Smiths in town. Called up Price bike shop then let google provide navigation to its door. Fuzzy works here. He told me on my first visit years ago that if you walk into a shop and if there is not either or both a long haired guy  or dog, walk out. He gave me the sticker which is on my van: Crappy bikes make baby jesus cry.. Walked in. Guy said he was fired months ago. Management disagreement. There was a long haired guy but no dog.

Back on the rt 6 climbing up to Soldier Summit. I researched GS map for possible sleep spots at summit. Only 1 FS road. I saw 4X4 travel rigs parked at what appeared to be a locked gate. I assumed a gate that was locked. I accepted it as the road could be closed for snow melt. I believe I parked there years ago with my Westie, the road blocked by snow. Plan B was to drive all the way to Kimberly, ID and sleep at Indian Springs. Implemented: Driving N on I-15 on a Saturday non work day was 4 lanes bumper to bumper density. I was one of scads of people traveling. Work day rush has to be more white knuckled. I-80 west bound underneath the S shore of the Great Salt Lake. Many, many places rocks in the off road muck spelled messages. Straight line, 80 mph, me going maybe 60. Rain started to fall, at first, just intermittent speed then finally full on hard rain first speed wiper. Drove thru it. Back in Pacific time zone. Afternoon into evening. Not going to make Indian Springs by dark. Stopped in a vacant lot at intersection on rt 93 N and fixed mashed potato pancakes. The map identified an airport on my route. Darkness had fallen needing headlights. I drove the approach road to the airport: bingo, no control tower or security gate. I drove to the far end of a level gravel lot. A house located just outside “official” airport had a fenced in pen for dogs which barked at me. Lights on in the house. Nobody checked me out. Woke about 5:30 which at Delores 2 days before was Pacific time. Time zone changes. Fixed bfast, cleaned up, then turned the engine over for the drive to Indian Springs.

I prefer driving non interstate highways, not the Blue Highways of Heat-Moon. I happen to be reading his book, River Horse, a saga about boating from Atlantic to Pacific oceans. His writing effects this writing.

Finished the drive thru Twin Falls then east to Kimberly, south to BLM Indian Springs. Forecast called for possible heavy rains in the afternoon. I arrived at the TH, lots of motorized rig haulers. Clouds were not friendly, darn right threatening. I geared up. I rode Sweet n’ low towards Dry Gulch. Cow manure on the trail as BLM leases public land for welfare ranchers. Just b4 dropping to Dry Gulch which is a gully climbing with the next exit 4 miles upstream, I heard a clap of thunder and felt big rain splatters. No good. Chicken out even as I packed my new rain coat. I turned around. Short ride. When you ride and out and back the back reveals what you did to get there. The return required less pedaling. I hung at the van looking at the sky. rain had quit which never amounted to anything but upwind skies showed promise for real stuff. Dilly dallied hoping for a sucker hole to ride again. Waited and waited just wanting to put my lips on my pint glass filled with an adult recovery drink. Serious wind picked up announcing bi,g weather arriving. Retreated to van then made my wish happen. Rain storms passed thru to date with the upwind skies saying sunshine is not to be.

rain and time of day cleared out users which were almost all motorized.

Trails here are hand built but not recognized by land manager, BLM. Cows have used sections of the trails which at worst erodes below grade cow leg width which is wide enough to avoid pedal strikes and requires rider attention to remain trail center. Places where the bike trail does not meet the need  of cows the rider is treated to narrow single track and no manure. Dirt tread. I experienced a reflex re-calibration.

Steve will be joining me tomorrow morning for a ride here.

Small town airports that do not have a tower and or security fencing make possible sleep spots.

I am back on the road again leaving Sedona where I had figured how to live. I knew where to sleep, shower, grocery, water, etc. Comfortable because it was familiar. Back on the road: obtain permission to take on water. Showers are still per de-riggeur: Silver and Fit membership, campgrounds, solar shower, etc.

Van now has 219,000+ miles.

Cows are grazing almost to my rear bumper.

 

Other news: Mountain biker killed by a cougar near North Bend, WA. Buddy was mauled but was able to find cell reception to summon authorities who found the cougar standing over its killed person. Killed rider ran “causing” the cougar to run him to earth. Cat was dispatched. Cat is being analyzed to learn if it was the killer.News article linked to a site for wildlife encounters in WA. Quite a few encounters with mountain lions but no attacks. Years ago while living in Spokane I stared down a cougar on a ride up on MT Spokane. I was facing the cat as it looked at me, we were maybe 15′ apart. I could not have stopped b4 hitting it. My thought process said to attack as a defense. Before I could make a powerful pedal stroke it disappeared after doing a 180, just like my former house cats. I was a threat not a treat.