Caldera 250/500 – Registration

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Carson City Off-Road Announces Enhanced Course for 2017

Source: Carson City Off-Road Announces Enhanced Course for 2017

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Death Valley Hot Springs out Day 3

Death Valley Hot Springs out Day 3

I didn’t want to leave this place and I didn’t have food to really stay one more night. I also would have had to be back to work by 5pm.

I looked at my gps to see what elevation the springs was at 1400ft and my car was at 7400 so I knew it was going to be a big day so I set my alarm for 6:30am the previous night. I had planned to get one more soak in and watch the sunset. Boom alarm rings I started to walk over to the hot spring turns out a lot of people had the same idea. The pool was full and Eric had already beat me there. So I decided to just make soup for breakfast and pack up before it got late and warm.


Eric was still soaking and stayed another night. So I was packed up and headed on the road. After a couple miles riding, a neat kinda artsy sign popped up to let people know coming in the main road you where getting close to the springs.


I had dropped another few hundred feet although enjoying the down hill I was thinking shucks this will really be a big climbing day. I was at the bottom of the valley and kinda had a flat 5 mile ride.


A guy in a black jeep  pulled up and said he saw your post on the facebook page and asked if I wanted anything. I was really craving a soda I didn’t bring any electrolytes this trip what a rookie mistake. so I randomly asked if he had any soft drinks. He said I sure do and pulled out a coke cola oh boy I was so happy.


That Coke was perfect I got a little zip. and Started to ride along.

I stopped to check to see where I had ridden. I could barely make out the palm trees.


After riding across the valley I reached the road that would take me back to my car.

There was a spring at the joint.


I was good on water I was thinking plus I didn’t have a filter with me. Riding some more I would noticed some canyons that looked neat.


Hunter Canyon

Some of them had old mine buildings next to them but I didn’t know the history of the area.

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Beverage Canyon

Riding along I came up to this green oasis with a spring flowing I still had plenty of water.

About this point of the ride probably about 15 miles in the road started to climb. I looked back again to see where I came from.


About the 3000ft plus the desert started to bloom again.





I really had no idea how many purple flowers bloomed in the desert. but back to more climbing,

I checked my GPS to get an idea what miles and elevation to look forward. I didn’t refresh the batteries before my trip so the Gps shutoff. I was glad there where some signs and a straight forward trail back to the car.


The road was getting a little steeper



I was starting to get hungry I had already ate a tuna packet but was time for another Salami wrap.


I thought I was getting close to the top so I started drinking more water.


I started to get in the tree section I could see snow and I was thinking just a couple more miles and I would make it back home to get a margarita that I had on my mind since the 4x4ers where talking about a cold refreshing drink would be fantastic.


I had some peeps offering me a ride but thinking I got this just a couple miles. Thinking I was close to the top I was getting pumped after a hard day in the saddle. Then a guy in a subaru started chatting with me then I asked about how long away from the car because he saw are cars. He looked at his odometer and said about 10 miles. I was like oh chit not sure if I had enough water and food for another 10 miles.

I got a top of the false summit where I thought my car was going to be. There was a fun long downhill that dropped about 1500ft elevation that ate up about 5 miles of that but I was thinking shucks going to have to climb another 2000 ft to the car. The weather was cooler and the sun was dropping so I wasn’t worried about water I had enough.


Around the bend in a canyon another jet flew low it was pretty impressive how it maneuvered. Since I had awhile to think. I was amazed how a machine like that could be produced from products that come from mines. One more corner I came up on the remands of a mine town.


Another couple miles and I was leaving the borders of Death Valley National park. I started to reflex on my Bikepacking trip through and area of Death Valley and was amazed what the desert and history offered and knowing there are more roads to explore for future winter trips. I had a few switch back climbs and saw my car. I was ready to rehydrate and get some chow.


The days ride took me about 3 hours longer then I expected and 5-10 miles longer. I wish I had brought some cheap flip flops some gummy snacks and electrolytes to put in my water.


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Bikepacking A Death Valley Loop and a Hot Spring. Day 2 (Steel Pass)

Day 2 of bikepacking Starting from Eureka Dunes to Saline Hot Springs over Steel Pass.

I probably woke up around 7:45ish am. The morning was chilly I was not ready to face the cool air. I remembered I was to lazy to cook my instant potato soup the night before but something warm sounded great the neighbors left camp early so Eric moved his gear and I followed to the picnic table I boiled some water and mixed up some soup it was fantastic. I did break more spork so I will be buying a titanium one for future camping trips.

We enjoyed are breakfast then leisurely packed up are gear while enjoying the views.

Then sun started to warm up as us.


I noticed this desert dune bloom took a snap and was off we started to wrap the back side of the dune on a sandy double track and was glad I had Alan at The Maven Bike shop build me up a set of Stan’s notubes  plus wheel set.

After a few miles of Sandy Double track we could see we would start to climb.


After a gradual climb the terrain changed to a harder shell surface.


I had looked back to where we came from and could still see the dunes but noticed we had climbed about a 1000ft.


Looking up trail we could see we would be kinda in a slot canyon soon.


We took a little break powered up on some snacks and water. We could here a sound of a vehicle around the corner.


They where not really moving anywhere then around one more corner they where waiting for another vehicle to  squeeze up a tech section.


We waited are turn while the truck navigated his was up. They where impressed that we have been bikepacking but joking with us I think hehe they where going to have margaritas when they get camped. The day was warm out and I was thinking dam that sounds refreshing. On my mind while riding I kept thinking when I get back to town I am going to have a Margarita.


Checking back at the kinda slot canyon. This canyon was very cool to check out.


Looking back we probably climbed another 1000ft


We where at the high point stop for a snack end up taking a power nap.


We had ridden up to about 4800ft elevation  and started to see Yucca trees. This one caught Erics Eye and had to be Photographed

As we started to drop we knew we where on to go soak in some hot springs I was getting pumped.


It was a long downhill fore arms where getting pumped so we took a break.


and then another


I really liked this Lava Ledge you could see lava fields around.


Lava rock meant to me there should be Hot Springs soon.

In the distance I could see Palms Trees like a real oasis which was good because I was getting low on water.


I was surprised how hazy the sky was getting.


I came up to the first area of palms trees saw at first glance there was a fence I didn’t see Eric he was ahead me I assumed he went ahead but I wanted to check the area out and saw the two hot springs.


I wanted to jump in but I thought I should move on and meet up with Eric.


rode another mile or two, two the second level of Hot Springs and found Eric hanging out by the Hot Spring. We rode around to find a camp spot to call home for the night.


Once camp was setup I set out to find the shower and soak.

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I noticed a lot of Bat art around the springs. Didn’t really understand until dusk bats would fly by and take sips of water from the tubs.


I didn’t really get to many pictures of the tubs because there where a lot of Naked people soaking.

After soaking Eric and I rode down to check out the seen at the lower springs. Along the way. there was rock art.





This lower hot spring compound like was amazing the crystal tub. a true Oasis in the desert the weather was about 80 degrees and the elevation was 1400ftish.


Once cooling off and relaxing we headed back to are camp and to soak more.


While heading back I saw some local wildlife heading to the shower area to clean up.


the little guy was about 2 feet long. After watching he had no interest. I two was thinking about dinner a neighbor offered us some curry soup and a beer and we gratefully excepted. I watched the moon rise.


I finished off my whiskey and dosed off….. I was awake the moon was full about 2:50 am and the valley lit up. I decided to go soak the world was quite I started to get sleepy and crawled back in my sleeping bag. I was glad I had a full zip bevy tent but was thinking next time desert camping I will bring my tent with all the critters roaming around .


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Bikepacking A Death Valley Loop and a Hot Spring. Day 1 (Eureka Dunes)

I had heard about Saline Hot Springs and heard you always needed a 4wd vehicle with high clearance to get to this place. Death Valley Loop and a Hot Spring. I figured that Bikepacking would be a good way to get there since I didn’t own a 4wd. A few bike buddies from Bishop Bikepacked this route. I new I really wanted to go. I had just happen to look at the Baja Divide Facebook page and Eric had posted he wanted to do a loop in Death Valley so I messaged him we found some dates that worked. A couple weeks later we met up at Country Kitchen in Big Pine and drove up to Waucobe Springs Rd.

Just off Big Pine Road we found a pull out parked the cars and loaded up the bikes.

Day 1 was about a 34 mile ride to Eureka Dunes. The loop started off with fast 15 mile down hill from a starting point at around 7300ft elevation.


After Miles of down hill there was a short uphill to a Talic mine.

Then there was more down hill thinking this is awesome but we will be climbing big at some point.

We took a quick break from all the downhill to admire some of the wild flowers blooming at around 3500ft. I was amazed by the purple flowers.

We where out of the mountains and was approaching the valley floor. I could see in the distance the dunes the destination spot.

After about 14 miles of paved downhill The road turns to dirt,

 After about four miles of riding the wash board dirt road.IMG_0020

I was wishing I wasn’t lazy about putting on my New Lauf Fork and Thudbuster.


There was a nice breeze that seem to drown the sound of cars buzzing by us. I could not here them approach us. A few cars slowed down a couple even slowed to chat with us and check to see if we needed water or anything.

We came up to the Eureka Dunes cutoff took a little break had a snack stop.

We saw this neat cactus and foot it to check it out. We took pictures of Cactus art making sure to be fragile with the plant life. I liked the setup of Eric’s Cactus Headshot so I reacted one for myself.

After getting a little feeling back in my crotch it was another 8-10 miles stretch of wash boards. The fighter planes from a local airbase was treating us to an airshow. I gave one plane a wave and I am pretty sure the pilot saw me and waved his plane to me as waving back.

Eureka Dunes is the largest dune in California but from a distance they did not seem so large.

Riding along the closer we got they seem to grow and I thought for sure I would see some Star Wars Characters bussing around.

I was starting to feel like I was in the middle of no where.

As we got closer to the dunes I could see vehicles and campgrounds we checked the first one that had an outhouse it was full so we rode to the next one it was full also but there was a gap between a couple campgrounds that allowed us to squeeze in. We quickly set up camp and I jumped in to some Salami and a shot of Whiskey.

Once set up I took a power nap.

After lounging around I (we got motivated) to hike explore the dunes.

For me it was a treat to take my shoes off put my feet in the sand and soak up the sunshine. Its been a record snow year in my hometown of Mammoth Lakes for Eric guessing it was just another day at the beach being from Santa Cruz, although the desert backdrop was truly dramatic and grateful that Death Valley was preserved as a National Park.

With the sun dropping and creating longer shadows the dunes where transforming into palettes of lights and shadows.

The ridge lines where incredible. Looking back at the tall walls of pinstriped rock mountains I wanted to learn Geology.


The dunes seem towering. We got to a height that we could really enjoy the views I will have to climb to the top on another trip probably car camping to reach the peak of the dunes.


Looking back at the road we came in on.

The 360 views from this mound of sand was truly incredible.

At the top Eric took a picture of me laying in the sand

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The sun was dropping and dinner was sounding good.


Even this Bettle thought it was time to eat.

Once back to camp Eric started cooking his Couscous and I a Tuna packet and Salami wrapped in Tortilla.

The sun set.


Right on cue the moon started to pop.



Are camp host took a photo of my new bike packing buddy Eric

The camp neighbors offered us a beer and Nuttela S’mores next to there campfire and with a couple shots of Whiskey an hour later I was ready for Z-land.



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Modifying a salsa anything cage or blackburn cargo carrier to a fork without mounts.

Modifying a salsa anything cage or Blackburn cargo carrier to a fork without mounts.

I went to the Do it Center to purchase 4 1-2″ number 10 Hose Clamps decided to get 6.

I found a old 26″ tube laying around because who rides 26″ mountain bikes anymore hehe.  I searched my house for an hour to find shoe glue from a previous project and started to cut up strips of tube to glue fit to the hose clamps to protect the carbon fork. Also to protect rockshock when I mount on Enduro bike.

I was feeling great about this although it was getting messy and time consuming.

Then Legendary Ski Racer John Peckham stops by to see if I wanted to go for a bike ride.

I want to finish this project first I said. Then as a good buddy would say hey dummy why don’t you just cut a 6 inch piece take off the wheel then slide it over the fork like a sock.

 Thinking it won’t work it will be to lose. But Sum Beach it worked great. The time I waisted it was so simple.

The tube fitting like a perfect sock

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Goldfield, NV

Goldfield, Nevada another Ghost Town by bike. Inspired from a previous Tonopah and Beatty, NV rides.

It was time to get out of town from Historic snow fall in Mammoth Lakes and I was jonesing for dirt. Goldfield was on my list for exploring since I have been on a kick to explore ghost towns by bike. I got up early for me loaded up the bike and gear and headed out.


I made a stop in Tonopah, NV to check out the Mizpah Hotel and enjoyed some breakfast at there Cafe.


Now with a full breakfast I was ready to explore by Bike just had to drive 26 more miles.

I found a nice parking area to ditch my car and go explore. I had mapped out a route on to go ride.

My first stop on my way to see the famous old hotel on what I thought was going to be the Main event and it might have been. I also saw the local radio station and you could see them chatting. It was great I tuned in while cruising around the town.

This Building was pretty amazing peaking thru the windows a bummer its shut down.

The Old High School

The Old Bank

The Fire Station  still in use.


As well as the Courthouse

But not the Old Telephone/ Telegraph Company.


There where so many more old building with historical numbers on them I am sure the visitor center had a map about them but they where closed so I didn’t get to check them out. Ok after checking out the town it was time to go ride the Gpx I had loaded on my Gps unit.

I had started to ride the double track but the snow got deep.

I pushed on hoping it would thin out but it didn’t I was getting a bit discouraged because I drove aways and I wanted to ride. I was surprised to see this share the road marker with a bike symbol a effort for a bike trail. I looked towards the highway and a way to get back to the road. I did have to posthole a bit until I got to the driveway. I started riding the road and noticed there was a cemetery so I became a bit curious.

There where tombstones from the Late 1800s. I tried to imagine there stories. With the town covered in snow I also tried to imagine how they heated the area while I was wearing modern winter garments think darn I am spoiled. I still wanted to ride I was going to just tour more streets that I had missed. I looked to the east and noticed there was less snow.


Then I could see some dirt roads and what looked like a stamp mill. There is the old saying curiosity killed the cat but it also discovered America and thats what I was doing here. so I pedaled towards the mine.


The gateway to the mine there was a Historic Bullfrog Train


and well a Saloon

I was getting thirsty seem like a proper watering hole and a Coors light seem like proper water.


The bartender didn’t seem to friendly at first but while I was donating 5 bucks to the slot funds I noticed on the mirror home of the meanest bartenders then I giggled to myself.


Now that I was no longer thirsty back to riding and exploring.








I saw this sign Diamondfield didn’t really think anything of it at first then I saw another sign so I googled it turned out to be another ghost town and it was another 5 miles away and thought great I will get a decent ride in today so I trucked on or well pedaled.


I went off the main road a little bit to follow this old rail trail and figured it would merge back to the dirt road.


I was happy to be riding dirt and packed snow and getting miles in.


I had only really saw two marker this one of the Deerfield High school of 1904-1911. The road dead end to a private looked like ghost town but there where no trespassing signs around so I just headed back. I was also getting hungry.



I remembered seeing something also on the Car Forest so I had to check this before I hit up the local diner.

It was delicious. The End!


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Old Wagon Roads of Sherwin Grade

Always wanted to know to some history of the wagon wheel trail. Nice blog!

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To stand down at the bottom of Sherwin Grade on U.S. 395, some 10 miles north of Bishop, California, and look up is impressive. Cars and trucks zoom by at high speeds and accomplish in 10 minutes, what it took pioneers in wagons an entire day to negotiate. Huge wagons weighing tons ground their way up and down the volcanic Tuff rock leaving a permanent mark in history with their deep ruts.

There has been a progression of about five or six different roads up the grade to get to where we are today. One of the first roads was for logging made by James L.C. Sherwin in 1870. The logs for lumber were cut at Swall Meadows, known formerly as Sherwin Meadows. and hauled down to a sawmill at Rock Creek Canyon. They dammed up the creek and made a large pond in which to float the logs. In…

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SEMBA is 1 Yr Old! Still in Diapers, But Way Past Crawling :)

Glad to be a member of the SEMBA group doing great things.

Sierra Eastside Mountain Bike Associaton

Our rookie year is just about in the books – so let’s pat ourselves on the back!!  We scoured our Instagram and FB page to collect the “year in photos” below.  Before we start blowing kisses, here’s a blatant call out:  If you’re a member already, don’t forget to RENEW when you get bombarded by the IMBA postcards and e-minders.  If you’re not a member yet, then JOIN ALREADY.  Our goal is 100 members by the end of the year!! (We currently have 64 official members, in case you’re curious).


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  • August 2015 – Jennifer Girard, Ted Dardzinski, Ingrid Braun, and myself (Alan Jacoby) got together, drank beers, wrote a manifesto, crushed cans, played bike polo, drank more beers, and formed the “Founding Board of SEMBA”…

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My Caldera 250 north

My Caldera 250 north  hardest thing I have ever done. The Northern Loop is roughly 317 miles and 38k climbing.


Last year I had to work so I just did the roll out with the group for the first 25 miles. 2016 a few friends wanted to do the ride so I requested a week off work to give it ago myself. So the night before we had the meet and greet and had amazing Ahi Tacos at Gomez in the Village at Mammoth. A great time chatting with Old and new faces.


Then my friends came back to the house and we had to many beers. So getting up at 5:30 am was ruff. KC, Daryl, John and myself finished up packing food. We rode over to New York Bagel Deli about 6:15 am to order a warm breakfast before meeting at the old cabin for the 7am rollout. Everyone turned on there spot devices. Alan gave his Spiel and 7:02 became the official start.


The Start pic Alan Jacoby

When the start went out I didn’t really expect to be fully racing it was going to be more a party ride with friends. As the rollout happend I found myself and Daryl leading the train. I was surprised the fatbike and big tires was holding its own. It was chilly and I think the redbull I had was giving me wings.

Once we hit a short section of pavement on Deadmans Summit that is when my fattires slowed me down with the rolling resistance. The hangover nature break didnt help me then I watched the lead pack pull away. We started climbing up towards the glass mountains. The fall colors where firing I didnt bring my camera/phone so I didnt really get any pictures.

Starting to get dropped I was wishing I had build up a 27.5(650b) plus wheelset. The hangover was kicking in and the redbull was wearing off at mile 20 something. I was lucky to find an outhouse and a creek close by. I filled my water bottles up with creek water. Which became great because I was able to pass about 5 riders filling up and taking a break at the water fill up mentioned in the cue sheet.

I was able to make a push but there skinny tires on the nice gravel road. They where able to catch me and then pass me. I just focused on staying consistant there was a heard of wild horses that was pretty neat to see in the distance. The road started to become silty I was able to catch back up to them. The fat tires I was able to ride thru.The silt got to deep so we had to do The Push.


The  road turned hard packed and I was dropped again for a few miles on the backside of Mono Lake.


Hard packed  Road backside Mono Lake photo Matt Reynolds

I just focused staying consistent. I crossed the Hwy the old Carson Bodie railroad this is where my Fatbike thrived.


Old Bodie Railroad Sandy Photo Matt Reynolds

The Pack had to hike a bike, my Fatbike just spun thru and probably advanced me 30 minutes. The ghost town of Bodie I was able to just view it before darkness came over. I made it to just outside of Bridgeport but was 36 minutes late to catch anything open. I did have food to make it to Walker but I wanted a hot breakfast.

I probably should have kept pedaling and set up camp some where at the base of Mt. Patterson. Then try to make Walker Burger which I ended up missing. I was able to make a store in Walker and have a frozen burrito. Ok now that I jumped ahead of my story back to camping just outside of Bridgeport, CA.

I set up camp and the next rider up was my friend Daryl. H e set up camp next to me and pulled out a beer and shared what a great beer. I had a flask of whiskey took a couple sips but was to dehydrated to have more. I was only down to a half of water bottle. Aaron rode by and opted to push on then Art and Jason. They kept going also. Then John showed up and camped with us. It didnt take long to fall asleep.

Day 2

My sleep setup was pretty quick so I got a bit of headstart. I planed to meet John and Daryl for a yummy breakfast at Bridgeport Inn. I loaded up on food at the gas station by the time I finished then Daryl and John met up with me. So after breakfast I got a headstart on the road section before the climb up to Mt. Patterson.

I knew with there skinny tires and they where stronger riders then me I knew they would catch up.  Daryl John and myself all caught back up and stopped at a great water source. We started on the rolling double track Daryl started to pull ahead and we lost John. The dirt road took a right got steeper and softer. I was able to catch up to Daryl and eventually pass him.


Belfort 1880 photo Matt Reynolds

At 10,800 plus ft came to the remains of an 1880 Belfort town located in the sweetwaters range. After more climbing passed by a creek I had plenty of water to make it to Walker but passed Art and Jason. I just kept pedaling the last probably 800 ft got real steep and had to start the push again.


The Mt Patterson Push to the Top. photo Matt Reynolds

11,500 ft later I was at the pinniCal of the ride. I grabbed some photos from Matt Reynolds photo collection.


A Breath Taking View the Look Back Photo Matt Reynolds


Mt. Patterson peak old glory waving in the breeze.

I really started to make up time on the other guys a fast moto downhill I liked my fat tires for the downhill tried to pump the breaks because I was smoking them.


An Amazing descent start from Mt Patterson

The trail turned to Singletrack along a stream and I was just wondering how Alan Jocoby the race promoter found this stuff because it was amazing. I finally made it to Walker just before dark I knew I was to late for Walker Burger so I had to settle for the store which was good because I needed to stock up on food. I started to notice that I was having trouble eating bread it was making me gag. I got the microwave burrito and gagged on the end tortilla piece.

I love Redbull also but this time it taste like chalk and now I have a hard time drinking Redbull which is probably good now. Just Deli meats Cheese and pickles and snapples and Mountain Dew where things I wanted to eat and gummy worms.  I had gained probably an hour on the three. I got back on trail starting up Mill Canyon road and rode darkness for about another 10 miles. I got tired and couldn’t ride thru much more of the darkness so I set up camp.

The next morning about 6:30 am I heard voices it was Art, Jason and Daryl camped out next to me. I was a little amazed because I was tucked away a bit off-road that they camped next to me. I couldn’t believe it they had dehydrated meals cooking and I was kinda envious but I didn’t want the weight penalty. I packed up and got my head start because the trail was hard packed and know once again they would catch up.

The first half of the race was now complete now just finish going South about 150 more miles to go. So they caught me and we where kinda all riding together along more amazing Singletrack weaving between fall color Aspen trees. The Mill Creek Trail I would say was like early classic Singletrack almost a lost treasure.


Riding amazing singletrack for miles photo Matt Reynolds

After riding about 60 miles of rolling singletrack on the edge of the Hoover Wilderness, amazing fall colors and going back and forth with Alex, Jason, Daryl and myself riding into the night got tuff. I was worried about catching my gears on the sagebrush I was riding with Daryl and told him I was ready to find a campsite. The first spot I picked out was getting cold so we looked for a more protected spot so we rode another 15-20 minutes and found Art and Jason setting up camp and having a dinner so we camped next to them.

Day 3

I heard the guys up making there breakfast so I got up slammed some gummy bears and started my headstart. Daryl caught back up to me and we continued to ride tandem out of the singletrack and back on some hard packed gravel roads. We where going along and was having a fun decent but missed the turn and had to back track. We saw Art and Jason pass us. I just watched them pull away.

We came out to Highway 108 sonora pass and was having a blast riding on the road downhill the colors, wind blowing thru my helmet, getting a break from the tuff terrain, and make up some miles it was great. About mile 178 came to Leavitt Meadows Campground. Came to a neat bridge that crosses East Walker river and found Art and Jason loading up on water and stuff . I found a nice swimming hole stripped down went for a plunge (hippie bath) to clean the salt and dirt crusty off.  The swimming hole was so refreshing much needed better then coffee.

Got back on trail riding along the East walker river then some steep hike a Bike until we got to Poole Lake. Surrounded by more amazing sierra beauty and nobody to be seen. I was getting worked but the terrain visual was so rewarding and kept you going. Somewhere around mile 202 we came to an amazing Singletrack downhill and Daryl and I where just having a blast.

We somehow made some good time on are fellow racers except Tony he was just gone and Aaron was ahead of us also but not sure what his gap was like. Daryl and I road the short 395 section to Buckeye rd Daryl pretty much pulled me on the road section as I tried to TDF (draft) his wheel. Once we got to Buckeye rd he road his pace. Riding along I saw his bike leaned up under a tree and soon realized this was where Buckeye Hot Springs was. I saw a picture of Buckeye Hotsprings and always wanted to check it out.


Buckeye Hot Springs

I hiked down the steep trail and saw Daryl soaking and having a meal it was even better then I had imagined and warmer also. What therapy for my legs and when I got to hot just sat in the river. I was glad I made this stop but got passed again by Art and Jason.

So I got my headstart again on Daryl and he caught back up to me. We came out on Twin Lakes rd and came up to the Twin Lakes Resort store where Art and Jason where eating and stocking up on the goods. Daryl got food for lunch I gave cash for the split. I think I almost ate a whole jar of pickles myself I tried another can of red bull but just so chalky. Happy full and ready to go I made a mistake I did not stock up on some food thinking since I kinda knew the area I could make it if not Virginia Lakes store to at least Mono Market.

We got back on track and hit a Hike A bike although short was probably the hardest for me hike a bike. Finally off the hike a bike and one push at a time I was at the start of Dunderberg Meadow and more breathtaking views.


Another one of Matt Reynolds picture of his bike Dunderberg Meadow

This was the start of my Debacle I was getting dropped it was just me and the trail and not really having food but knowing I could probably suck it up and getting dark and running out of time. I had already reached a goal in my head of riding the area I had never rode. Also wondering if I should have a rest day before the work thing. I ended going with a DNF and pulling out at Virginia Lakes Road to Conway Summit. Making it Mono Market before they closed. Some people had been tracking the race and I was surprised they showed up at Mono Market bought be a Mountain Dew they offered me homemade treats but sadly I just could not eat any bakegoods.


Adrian doing the 500 I was in the same spot the night before Mono Market

I new my ride was over so I grabbed some stuff for a breakfast and a 24oz can of coors light rode into the night for about 5 miles setup camp drank my beer and starred into the stars.


Dazed and Confused when the sag wagon tracked me. JLB time

The next morning I started to ride the 395 home (The surrender ride). The Sag Wagon of KC and Alan tracked me and I took the ride of shame to June Lake Brewery with the guys to enjoy great recovery drinks. I was still happy with my progress but I have two years to think about the reride.


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