Sunday, May 22, 2016

Dirt Rag Dirt Fest (Raystown Lake, PA)

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I heard about Raystown Lake years ago from Michael Delano, the GIANT Bikes sales rep. Ever since then I've been looking forward to making the trip during the Dirt Rag Dirt Fest.

Since the weekend is chock-full of bike brands offering demos of their bikes, I was able to make the trip on my motorcycle without the need to bring my own mountain bike. Since the weather seemed to favor Friday, with rain forecasted for Saturday and Sunday, I began the trip on Thursday night with a drive north to Philadelphia to stay with my friend and former roommate Dave Laverdure. Since traffic was minimal, I added a stop along the way in DC to see Elmer Calata (coincidentally another former roommate of mine).

Both Elmer and Dave are artists. Elmer realized a talent for fine point art and has been honing his skills over the past few years. Dave sews elaborate but functional gloves under the acronym PIMP (Party In My Pocket). Dave actually gave me a pair of gloves to try during the event, which held up well and looked super stylish in my chest-cam video which was accidentally pointed a bit low.

On Friday I shared coffee with Dave and his girlfriend Sarah before heading west for the Dirt Fest. The drive took a bit longer than I'd hoped, but eventually I arrived, changed into riding gear, and demo'd a bike to check out the trails. I should've stayed out longer than I did, since I returned the bike just as other vendors were shutting down for the day, which meant no more riding :-(

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After much deliberation and radar scoping, I decided that the rest of the weekend would likely be a wash, so I headed south that night to break up my drive home into two segments. I reached my campsite in VA around 1am just as the rain set in. A harrowing drive up a muddy fire road was the last bit of excitement for my long day before I retired to my hammock to rest and wait out the worst of the storm.

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By morning the rain had subsided to a gentle drizzle, so I emerged from beneath my tarp, struck camp, and reluctantly slid into my damp jacket and pants.

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By the time I reached Charlottesville, my fingers were numb and boots saturated, so I stopped at my friend Jeremy's house to dry off a bit. We shared coffee and caught up before I hopped back on 64 and raced east toward the promise of a hot shower and dry clothes.

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Once I regrouped at home and hung out my gear for drying, I checked back in with those still at the event. It seemed I'd made the right call as most vendors held their demo bikes on the second day, fearing legal repercussions of sending riders out into the woods during the downfall. I will, however, add a return trip to Raystown to the calendar, since I barely scratched the surface of a great trail network. For now, though, I'm glad to be peering out the window at the rain rather than suffering another moment driving through it.

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Sunday, May 8, 2016

Triple-Header Weekend!

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As evidenced by the calendar at the bottom of the blog, some weekends become "double-booked" with too many fun options. Once in awhile, I attempt to combine these trips into one, such as the MTB Double-Header weekend, the Just Friends' Day / US Open weekend, and the Blacksburg/Snowshoe weekend. It's a logistical challenge, but usually pays off with an extraordinary weekend.

This time around the three events were:
     - Riding the new motorcycle on- and off-road.
     - XC riding at Preddy Creek Trail Park.
     - DH riding at Bryce.

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In order to pull this off, Rebecca drove the Fiesta [loaded with dogs and two XC bikes] while I rode the motorcycle [loaded with camping and DH gear]. Meanwhile, Joey and Chris drove with three DH bikes. Rebecca and I left town on Saturday around 1pm and were in the Preddy Creek lot around 3pm. One lap around the Preddy Creek loop, including detours on intersecting trails and the advanced mtb loop had us back in the lot by 6pm. Once we'd repacked bikes and dogs we headed for the rendezvous point - a campsite within the George Washington National Forest just south of the West Virginia border.

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When we arrived at the campsite, the boys had a fire roaring. We let the dogs explore while we downed some cold ones and relaxed before the rain set in.

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The next morning we made breakfast and broke camp before heading to our respective destinations. Rebecca drove to Winchester to visit her brother while Joey, Chris, and I headed to Bryce for the day.

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This was Chris' first time at a lift-assisted park. He'd grown up riding BMX and still spends a portion of his week delivering for Quickness, so adapting to Bryce was an easy task for him. We warned him of the stark contrast between Bryce and our usual destination - Snowshoe ;-)

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Saturday, April 30, 2016

Stokesville Campground (Virginia)

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After the Rocky Mountain Fire scorched much of the earth nearby and closed access to the Argow Cabin, we had to make new plans for our weekend in the woods.

I'd heard about some extensive trailwork surrounding the newly built Stokesville Lodge and was delighted to learn that camping was still permitted on the same site, so we headed towards Harrisonburg to check it out. Camping on the site cost $10 per person - well worth the price to have so many singletrack options leading you into the woods from your campsite.

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Joey and I chose a loop to Lookout Mountain while Rebecca, Paul, and Eryn checked out the trails within and around the campgrounds with the dogs. Our ride was stellar - technical climbs and dicey, fast-paced descents with rocks strategically placed to divert water and send us flying into the next corner.

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Saturday, April 23, 2016

Bailey Mountain Bike Park (Mars Hill, NC)

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After the race in March, I've been itching to ride the rest of the trails at Bailey Mountain. The endless berms and jumps looked too good to pass by.

My favorite trail was called Banshee. It was a jump line that wound back-and-forth between perfectly built corners and jumps/landings.

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For this visit to Bailey, I researched my camping options a bit more and found a great spot within the Pisgah National Forest. I let the dogs sleep in the Fiesta, while I bedded down in my hammock.

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Saturday, April 16, 2016

Light-Duty Adventure Ride (Lyndhurst, VA)

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As a test of my new bike's abilities, I decided a one-night camp would be a suitable first outing. I chose a familiar destination with all the elements of an adventure ride: highway, twisties, and light offroad.

On this trip, I had plenty of accompaniment - Rebecca drove the Feista with the dogs and our friends Paul & Eryn joined us in their Ford Ranger 2x4. I still packed as if I'd be self-sufficient. As a matter of fact, I packed MORE than I would on my own, since my boxes included two sets of hammock gear and Rebecca's full-face helmet in case she'd like to ride near camp. I had absolutely nothing hanging or strapped to the outside - the SW-Motech boxes worked splendidly. Not only that, but the weight kept me planted on the road, with zero push from the sidewinds. I had a theory that the "non aero" qualities kept more of a "pull" in the forward/rearward direction, which accounted for this arrangement feeling even better than with passenger.

We drove one stretch from Richmond to Charlottesville, then a small push to exit 99 onto the Blue Ridge Parkway. On the highway, the bike was comfortable. I felt fine with arms resting on the bars and feet squarely planted on the pegs. I doubt I'll need any tweaks of the riding position for all-day stints. Once on The Parkway (in the dark, on only the second bike I've ever owned) I stayed much closer to the speed limit of 45 and enjoyed the surprises in the form of deer spottings and one near-smear of a raccoon scampering across the road!

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At a certain undisclosed location, we continued on fireroad to our campsite. We emptied the Fiesta and made this stretch with bike leading 2x4, filled with dogs and chicks. This was the first time Paul'd made a run offroad in the first truck he's owned - and he ATTACKED the trail. I was moving kind of quickly in order to have some momentum moving uphill, but every time I'd pull over to look back he'd be bouncing up the road behind me. It was great to see the look of joy on his face as we both made pretty quick work of the ruts and rocks.

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I had only my center box for the drive up the hill, but in retrospect I think the outcome would have been the same. The suspension and tires felt fine as I tried to navigate wisely and turn into or around obstacles with intent. There were only slight "bar twisters" but a loose but aggressive style seemed to be the answer to these surprises. I'm a bit used to the feel from mountain biking, but the key to motorcyles seems to have more to do with the lean and your weight over the bike.

Once we'd reached the windy ridgeline, Paul immediately started a fire and we huddled around. The dogs explored as we set up camp for the night. Since we're insane, and have THREE dogs, I slept in the hammock next to the tent while Rebecca kept herself cozy with the mutts. Ruprecht, though, wimpered on and off at my absence.

The next morning I set up the goPro on 30-second blast and put together this mini-sunrise:

The ride down was fun. I packed the bike fully and felt fine weaving through the trail. We explored through the more heavily wooded Rhodedendron, where the boxes picked up a few scratches of honor. The first mod I made to the bike was removing the stock stickers, but perhaps I'll be adding some vinyl to the boxes after all ;-)

In the daylight, the Blue Ridge Parkway was magnificent! The corners were exhilarating - matched only by the views.

On my jaunt home on 64, I used the add-on pegs for another foot position which really helped relieve the monotonous saddle. The large windscreen shielded me well as I stood during some of the slower paced (55mph) sections to stretch the bum. In no time I was east of the city, as I headed to the Chickahominy River to help Peyton pour some concrete post holes...paying ahead some pulls behind the boat this summer.

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Saturday, April 2, 2016

The next [big] adventure

I pick up my new bike tomorrow from Gainesville, VA and already I've begun planning the epic trip which inspired its purchase. I found some great online resources to design my route from Richmond to Austin. Along the way, I'm hoping to spend at least a portion of the journey on gravel or dirt. The Sunday Morning Ride is quickly building a collection of offroad rides by state. As far as I can tell, their reports are fueled by readers, so it will continue to grow as the site gains popularity. I scoured their lists to find loops which I'll merely run in one direction along my route to Texas.

Since I prefer to spend my nights in the hammock instead of a bed, I used the FreeCampsites map to narrow down a site at each of my nightly stops - one in the Chattahoochie Nat'l Forest and the other in the Homochitto Nat'l Forest.

This map doesn't show the spots where I rerouted for more rural roads (like the Natchez Trail and the Tail of the Dragon), but it does illustrate the main destinations.

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Thursday, March 31, 2016

The next adventure [vehicle]

I didn't make any mention of it on the blog, but a couple of months ago my Jeep Cherokee was stolen. It was a crushing loss, particularly after spending several months repairing it after it was hit WHILE PARKED in July.

The red Ford Fiesta that has begun appearing in posts has been a good replacement, but obviously it doesn't have the offroad prowess that the Cherokee did.

Well, in an effort to continue the adventure I've sold my Honda Shadow and upgraded to a 2011 Suzuki V-Strom which I'll be picking up in NOVA this weekend. It's immaculate and fully loaded with luggage boxes, skid plates, et cetera. I expect this will usher in a new series of unique trips...especially if I fabricate a bike rack for it!

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