Sun Valley Super Enduro

  This past weekend I participated in the first Sun Valley Super Enduro.  Simply put, it was rad.  The trails, while not really technical, had a good mix of loose, fast, flowy and wide open sections.    The Sun Valley Enduro really tested skill and fitness with four stages ranging from 5-10 miles.  The stages ended up being about 18-35 minute mostly downhill sections of adrenaline pumping fun.  Plus, the views were amazing and everyone seemed to be having a blast.  

I have done a few Enduro races and the stages typically range from 5-12 minutes.  With the longer stages, new trails and an unfamiliar bike, I really had no idea what to expect.  However, it exceeded my expectations and I learned the rockier and more challenging the trail, (without a lot of climbing) the more I like it. I realized 5-8 miles was a great length for an enduro race and I actually really liked racing blind.   I also learned the importance of racing on a bike you know is set up well.

The race was super fun, the format was awesome, timing was great, and location was gorgeous.   After the 4 stages, with 6 dropped chains, 1 fixed flat for another racer, 4 crashes, a broken shifter, sore wrist and back, I made it safely down in 8^th out of only 14 in my class. Not the best overall result, but I had a ton of fun.

Leading up to the race, I unintentionally lost 9lbs from the flu the week before. I knew I was going to have issues, but the issues ended up being different than expected.  The first stage was loose and rocky up top with lots of pedaling.  I kept thinking it was an XC race someone called enduro, so people would show up.  Luckily, after the entire race, I was wrong.

Within a couple of minutes on the first stage, I dropped my chain twice.  About 30 second later, it came off a third time and was completely tangled and looped around, so I got off to fix it.   About 40 ft away there was a girl with a flat that asked if I had some extra tire levers.  Since it was going to take me a bit to fix my bike, I changed her flat.  Then I fixed my chain and adjusted my derailleur to hopefully prevent any more drops.  After a lengthy stop, I decided just to have some fun and instead of looking for speed, I was boosting off rocks and roots every chance I had.  It was a blast.  I finished 2^nd or 3^rd to last, just in front of a couple other guys with mechanicals.

At the bottom, my chain came off again and was hanging on by ½ a link, so I fixed it and went to the next stage.

Stage two was a bit smoother.  It went well, but I ate it pretty hard.  I came in too fast on a blind corner and ended up sliding down loose shell rock for about 8’-9’.  Luckily, I was on my back and side, so the bike was okay.   I ended up in 3^rd.

That night, we went back to the hotel and decided to ride the bikes to town to get some dinner.  We went to this little pizzeria place and loaded up on some pasta and went back to the hotel.  That town is such a cool place.

After a restless sleep, we headed up the mtn for stage 3.  This stage was probably the best for me.  It was loose, fairly steep, fast and rocky with a lot of corners and blown out switchbacks.  As you got lower it was fairly smooth and pedally.  I’m still not entirely sure what happened, but crashed and this time broke the shifter off the bike.  I wrapped it around the bars to get me down and luckily wasn’t shifting all over the place and I ended up in 2^nd.

At the bottom of the stage, Eric had bent his derailleur and flatted.  We were debating on just not finishing the race and heading back.  After a little rest, I figured I could zip tie the shifter to the bars and probably make it down in one piece with limited shifting, so off I went.

The fourth stage was going well and despite the broken shifter, I felt like I was having a great run.  I passed a couple of guys ahead of me and could see the dust from the next guy.  Right as I passed him, the chain did what it was going best and came off…  I reached down and put it on real quick and started pedaling.  After a little while, I came into a rough spot and this time the chain wrapped around my crank and wedged itself between the rear cog and frame.  As I looked down to see what was going on, I went off the trail, over the bars and rolled down the hill.  It was really soft dirt, so no bad injury luckily, so I got up checked the bike, put the chain back on and was off.  After all that, I took 4^th.

It sounds like nothing went really well, but it was actually such a fun race and I hope to make it up there again next year.  The longer, high-speed stages with the variety of trails really made it a lot of fun.  We got to see a new place, ride some new trails and have another adventure

Broken Blackhawk

The Blackhawk trail in Payson canyon has always been one of my favorites. In the spring, as the trails in AF canyon are becoming crowded and Dusty, the trails in Payson are still in good shape and the crowds are minimal.

This Saturday we rode the Blackhawk loop, described on Utahmountainbiking.com (minus the dirt road portion) and saw one other biker and two horseman. 

The conditions were prime, but it was one of those rides where things just did not fall into place. We all have rides when the trail is perfect, our senses and reflexes seemed heightened and things just flow, but this was not one of those rides. We felt like beginners.

 We began riding with a sore throat and Slight stomach flu and while we hoped the illnesses were more the result of poor food and sleep choices the night before, that was not the case. Instead of climbing with a steady rhythm, each push was followed by a long pause punctuated with sounds of a body in revolt. We debated turning back, but it always came back to the fact that we could lay on the couch sick, or bike sick. In the beginning, biking sounded like the better option.

About an hour into the ride, Guthrie's pedal began to wobble a little. We stopped to tighten the pedal, wondering if he had overtightened it. (which for us is a common occurrence after years of construction work). At first, it did tighten a little, after another 2 miles, it would not tighten. At 2 more miles, the pedal just spun in the crank set and at mile 9 it fell out completely, no amount of wire or gorilla tape would hold it in. We tried. Guthrie finished the climb with one leg, and a worsening stomach.

 

About the time the pedal fell out, I noticed by bike felt more like a Harley than a mountain bike. It seemed I was sitting low, bouncing a lot, and pedaling was much more difficult. At first I chalked it up to being out of shape and feeling lousy. But as i sunk lower and bounced more, it was time to check the rear shock. I started at 240 now it was at 150, Great.

With Broken shock, one pedal and sickness worsening we inched our way to the road. I am never fast on Strava, but these times are embarrassing. Finally reaching the road, I returned to the car via dirt. Guthrie decided riding downhill, on trails, with one pedal was useless and decided on the road.

After finally reaching the car, 30 to 45 minutes longer than it should have taken, the only consolation was; at least we were biking.

Broken Mountain biking is weird that way.  Most times, the worst day on the mountain is better than sitting on a couch or even worse, watching sports on TV.

This weekend, bikes are fixed (we hope), bodies seem weaker, but healed, and the mountains are waiting to explore...one trail at a time.

Mile Creek to Sheep creek... Backcountry adventure

This past weekend, we went to Island Park on a family vacation. The intent of the trip was to spend time with the family and ride ATV's on some trails, but I did what I always do and look for some places to go biking. After some research and help on MTBR, I was pointed to Mile to sheep Creek and was lucky enough to be staying about 30 min from the trail head on the south side of Henry's lake.

Since I was riding solo, in what I was told was bear country, I thought it would be a good thing to find bear spray. I stopped at several shops/gas stations to see if they had it and the conversation generally went like this....

Me: " Do you have bear spray?"

Retailer: "No, we just sold out."

M: "How important is it to bring you think?"

R: "Well, if you're in a group on ATV's around here, you should be okay."

M: "What if I am going biking alone?"

R: "Where you going?"

M: "Mile creek/Sheep creek just past the Montana border"

R: "You're going there by yourself?!?" " I would HIGHLY recommend finding some; actually, yeah, you need to find it.."

After two days of riding the ATV's I was ready for some pedaling, but got a bit nervous after everyone saying it wasn't the best idea to do alone. I was kind of hoping to see a bear, but at the same time I was hoping I wouldn't... Just in case, I packed a few more things in case of a bear encounter and decided to head out on Monday morning. I woke up at 6:30, got ready and headed over to the trail.

Generally, I think people do it with a shuttle vehicle, but since I didn't have one, I drove to sheep creek TH and rode about 7 miles to mile creek TH. I started riding at 7:43 am and the view from the trail head was pretty impressive.

Mile creek is a nice section of climbing. As you start into the canyon after the meadow, you get into a few more scattered trees. It was just super quiet and peaceful. I spun up and was expecting to hit some switchbacks. Little did I know, there were about a million switchbacks awaiting me with some really spectacular views.

After an eternity climbing switchbacks and my legs begging for a break, I was nearing the top... or at least I thought... There I was at an elevation of 9333ft and still not at the top... HOLY CRAP! I still had about 700 feet to go and 12 switchbacks according to the trimble outdoor website. By the time I hit the last few switch backs I started questioning my fitness, my head, genetics, bike, the altitude, the stress of maybe being a bears' dinner and any other excuse I could come up with.. It was a brutal, but the views were crazy! All I could think was I needed to get in better shape...

After a little snack of peanuts and dried berries, I finally got to the top. 10,000ft.. There were pretty amazing views on both sides and all I could think about was the 9 mile descent that was coming.

The next nine miles was a blast. It started out with some really fun, tight, rocky switchbacks, opened up in the field with a few pedally sections then entered some trees down to watkins creek. I was the only one out there and it just felt like a back country exploration with big mountains, meadows, forest and everything else you could think of. As I was ripping through the meadows and groups of trees, I started thinking about coming around a corner, scaring a bear, and him thinking his dinner just arrived. But I couldn't help just enjoying the scenery, the adrenaline and the adventure.

The descent was a mixture of just about all the mountainous singletrack I had ridden. It was fast, flowy, rocky, steep, little lips to launch, had some creek crossings, and all the other singletrack goodness I have come to love. It was just a blast! After the descent, I got a second wind from the adrenaline just in time to start climbing again.

The second climb started right after a really nice area next to the creek. It went through a lot of trees and was just super scenic. As I came to one of the first openings on the incline, It was definitely a hike-a-bike for me. Not only was it steep, but my legs were screaming by this point. I pushed the bike for a bit on the steeper sections then rode the flatter sections and then came to this meadow. Gorgeous.

I went through the meadow and picked up the trail. I came through the meadow with a renewed energy of knowing the rest of the ride was about a 5 mile downhill section to the car. This downhill was a BLAST and had a few challenging parts, but pretty fast for the most part.

This ride was awesome. The climbs were brutal and I could do without riding steep switchbacks for awhile, but the descents and the views were seriously awesome. I did not use the GPS for the entire ride on the road between the two trail heads, but did for the entire trail. It was a total of 27.5 miles, 4 hours and 45 minutes of riding and 7 hours total for the entire loop including the road. I left sheep creek at 7:43 and returned at 2:45.

I didn't see any wildlife or a single person the entire trail except the last mile.. I saw a dog and three ladies that just got done camping at a lake and were hiking out. It was a good day to be in the mountains and awesome to ride a new trail in an unfamiliar area.

The Blackhawk Trail

When a ride begins like this, you know it is going to be good. 

The Blackhawk trail is a less known Gem that lies atop Payson canyon. Normally it is very dusty from the horseman who love the area and grazing cattle who share the trails.

 We had been putting off the ride, waiting for rain, but we finally decided to make the trip...it was well worth every pedal stroke.  

Both of us felt a little tired due to mid week leg workouts (give us a pacifier and blankie) but as the trail climbed amidst the slightly-passed-blooming mule ears, our weariness grew into excitement and anticipation for the trail ahead. 

The trail climbed passed Blackhawk campground and begins to descend then ascend, via short, steep, punctuated climbs to the Nebo loop road. The picture above is looking down into beaver damn...gorgeous.

After crossing the road gravity took over and we rolled toward rock springs, Payson lakes and eventually Bennie Creek, where the gravity lovers with downhill sleds congregate. 

Because of the popularity of Blackhawk there is very little opportunity to pin it, or really let the bike fly. It provided for a more relaxed, more flowing descent...essentially it meant I could keep up with Guthrie (downhill that is) for the first time in months.

Upon completing the loop and reaching the car, Guthrie road down Bennie creek and I picked him up at the bottom. When I got out of the car a family smiled oddly at me and the father offered a warm but slightly uncomfortable "hello". Seeing myself in the car mirror I saw the reason why...hair by helmet, punctuated by a gone-are-the-pink-bought-at-clearance-sunglasses, pair of Tifosi Ventoux with an irradescent lens. 

Ending on Bennie Creek. 

It was a Great Ride,

in a Great Canyon,

accompanied by Great weather.

All in all a Great day for seeing more of Utah...one trail at a time.

Blackhawk

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