|08-14-2008, 12:16 AM||#1|
Joined: Feb 2008
Location: Pleasant Grove, UT
3 Days in the Idaho Backcountry Riding Singletrack
I need to start this ride report off by saying that this would have never happen if mknight had not posted his ride report found here:
I read that ride report while working on my MBA. I told my wife when I graduated I wanted to take that trip as a reward for all of my hard work. She agreed, (8 months before I graduated) a decision she would surely regret later. After a little planning and a lot of procrastinating the day came that we needed to pack and leave.
Here is a link to some video of the ride. Not the greatest ever, but it will help get the point across and as always, it doesn't really do justice to the difficulty.
(make sure and click to watch in high quality, it looks far better)
I am ridning a 2007 WR450 with a 3.1 gallon desert tank.
Curtis is riding a 2002 KTM 520EXC with a 3.3 gallon desert tank
We decided that we had no reason to ride the
Since neither of us has ridden any of these trails before we planned on using the forest service maps for our bible. I communicated with mknight and he helped me get all of the maps we would need and also gave me detail from Odgden to
We also decided that we were going to really experience being in the backcountry and camp instead of staying in hotels. We would carry everything with us and camp wherever we thought would be a good spot to rest for the night.
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Here is a list of what we took in our backpacks:
Plastic bag to store extra undies
Extra tube (21” since it will work in a front or rear tire)
CO2 inflator and 6 cartridges
SPOT Personal GPS Locator
Extra quart of fuel
Extra quart of oil
Money ($200 cash + ID & CC)
Nuts and bolts
I was able to fit all of this into my Octane 14+ Camelbak. My pack weighed about 25 pounds including my 100 oz. bladder full of water.
What would we take next time? Here is a real short list:
Bug Repellent (Duh! What were we thinking!)
Compass (GPS is great, but you have to walk all over to verify your directions, a compass would have been handy a few times)
Water Purification Drops If you run out of water and need to drink out of a creek, it would be nice to be sure that you didn’t get a case of Rocky Mountain Quickstep!
Small Tent or Bivvy Sack If it had rained we would have been screwed
I would have loved to have some sort of foam pad to sleep on, but hey, we could really rough it for 2 nights right?
Here is a picture of us at the trailhead where we started. We headed down
Here is my brother in law Bo. He was nice enough to drop us off here. Notice the look in his eye, he is thinking “do these guys really think they are going to make this? Neither on of them has ridden one inch of their planned route!”
After riding up trail 68 for a while we hit the junction to
Here is a picture of us at the top of
Here are a couple of pics somewhere along trail 61 or 68
After we headed down trail 61 we got back onto the Burns Creek Trail (Trail 68) and headed up to Trail 121
More pics along trail 121
Here is a good shot of the Curtis on his KTM making it up a pretty tricky section…it actually almost looks hard in the pictures…that’s the about camera’s they never do the difficulty of the trail justice.
We took a small detour here down trail 76. This trail is a dead end a ways down at
More pics along trail 121
I stopped here to try and figure out why my bike would rev when I turned right. We spent about 20 minutes looking at the throttle cables and adjustments. Then we finally figured out that my GPS (mounted on my handlebars) was causing the hot start cable to engage when the bars were turned right. When the hot start is pulled and th bike is running it has the same effect as pulling the throttle a little. We adjusted my GPS mount a bit and were good to go. We decided that since we were stopped we just as well have a snack of trail mix and beef jerky.
The junction of trail 65 and 66
These are pics at the top of
Here we go unintentionally down a hiker only trail off of Garns Moutnain. Here are 2 reasons not to ride on hiker only trails:
Here is a shot of me thinking I look pretty good in my gear!
Another pic on the hiker only trail.
Here is reason 3 to not ride on hiker only trails. Curtis got a flat tire (which wouldn’t have happened had we not ridden down this trail) and we got a chance to change a tire on the trail. Thank goodness it was a front tire!!
Somewhere along trail 53 we started seeing a lot of fresh horse crap. It kept getting fresher and fresher and the smell got stronger and stronger. We knew we were moments away from running into someone on a horse. Horse sightings on single track are always a crap shoot. These trails are legal for horses, hikers, and motorcycles, but there are always a few horsemen out there who believe that just because it is legal motorcyclists don’t have the right to ride on their trails. We hoped for the best, turned off our engines and coasted up the 6 people on horses (2 guys and 4 girls). We stopped and asked the guy in the back (closest to us) what we should do so that we didn’t spook their horses. He said it would be best if we actually turned our bikes on and kept them running. We followed his instructions and began to ride out as slow and quiet as possible thankful we hadn’t run into one of the horsemen described above. Just as we were about past the last horse, the rider decided to show his manhood to the ladies by letting us know that we were in a National Forest and that we weren’t supposed to be on these trails. We respectfully let them know we were using a Forest Service map to navigate and were on a legal trail. He thanked us for letting him know (it didn’t exactly feel like it came from the bottom of his heart, but at this point, we’ll take what we can get) and we parted ways never to see them again.
We got back on the trail and headed out towards
From here we rode back down the highway and hit road 250. We hit trail 87 from here and looped around to 65 then to 66. We then went to 90 which went to 115. That trail took us out to the highway and we rode into
We stopped at what used to be the Swan Valley Commissary (now called the Rainey Creek something rather) and we both got a huckleberry square ice cream cone. This is a picture of Curtis actually having his second one.
We left the commissary and headed toward
Here are some pictures of the Dam
We rode across the Dam and headed up above Calamity Campground and hit trail 37. We rod up this trail until it got to the top of a hill. This would be our resting place for the night. All in all we had traveled 90 miles on this day. 70+ of the miles were on single track. We had 15-20 miles of pavement. We were worn out and ready for some sleep. Here is a pic of Curtis getting his spot ready
Here is curtis bundled up and ready to go to sleep
Where did his face go? Oh yeah, we forgot bug repellant and didn’t have a tent. What do you do? You hide from the mosquito’s as long as you can and then come up for air.
Here we are the next day ready to ride
We are now ready to ride for the day and take off at 6:30 AM. You don’t really need much sleep when the mosquito’s are out and the ground is so hard.. Now that we are in the
We continued following trail 37 to trail 35. Somewhere along the way we came across all of these pics
We weren’t exactly sure how far we were down the trail, but we were looking for the radio tower to get our bearings. We then found this sign, boy did this help, since all of the pertinent info was worn off
Not to far down the trail we found this sign
We rode up to the top of small ridge and found this, I’m assuming it was the radio tower
From the top of the radio tower ridge we took these pics of what we were about to come up against….seeing pics like this gets me all excited…I love singletrack!!
Fourth of July? Sounds cool, lets go that way!
We keep following 4th of July Ridge here
Hmmm, now where do we go?
So we pull off of trail 35 and take 34 to go see the fireworks. We ended up pulling off of 34 to hit 144 before we got to 4th of July Ridge. We did not follow the trail 34 marker, we went left to Red Ridge. This took us down into a really easy and mild section. It was pretty welcome as we had been on some brutal stuff all morning.
Curtis decided that since we were in an easy section that he could go really fast. The trail decided to let him know that he needed to slow down. I pulled up just in time to see a huge dust cloud. Just as all the dust was settling I was able to snap this picture. Once I had taken my picture and put my camera away, I made sure and asked him if he was okay. He was so I got off of my bike and walked over and helped him get his bike back on the trail.
These pics are on trail 47
We are at this point heading east and want to go south and decide to go up trail 44 heading south. We were also trying to get up to the top of Big Elk mountain so we like this sign. Notice the creek crossing through the willows.
Wow!! Muddy Creek (Trail 44) was probably my favorite trail of the entire ride!! It was awesome! We got to the top around 10:00 AM and saw this sign and had another trail mix and jerky snack. Now we take trail 147 to
Here is a little proof of how hard the trails were. When I ride with Curtis he never wrecks. He had one “idiot” wreck earlier today, but this one was crazy, it probably took us 15 minutes to get his bike back on the trail and then another 5 minutes with both of us pushing to get him up this section. (Just for the record, I did have to push up this section, but I did it alone!!). If anyone has ever ridden this and has made this section without pushing their bike, I would like to know and I would be happy to kiss the ground you walk on! As usual, the pictures aren’t even close to doing justice.
Again, we keep going to
I’m 99% sure these pics are off of the top of
This is where things got ugly. I know, now your saying to yourself, ugly? I thought you already said things were ugly. Things weren’t ugly, they were wicked hard, but not ugly. Take a good look at this trail. Some jerk decided it would be funny to mark a hiker only trail with a trail marker meant for a single track motorcycle trail. This is where the fun starts, we go down this trail. We dropped 1500 – 2000 vertical feet in no time at all. It was so steep and so tight. The entire way down I was thinking to myself, “man, what happens if you hit this trail coming the other way?” We finally make it to the bottom and the trail comes to a dead stop. We realize that we just went down our second hiker only trail. We are now in a box canyon and the trail we rode down is pretty much impossible to ride up. We figured it would take hours and more energy than either one of us had to get our bikes up that trail. We looked at our map and our surroundings. Curtis, being an avid snowmobiler decides that all we need to do is get over the top of “that mountain” and maybe one other and we’ll be where we want to be. Seems simple right? Not even. We spent the next 6 hours riding cross country with no trails (other than the occasional game trail) and make it up over two ridges. We notice that at the tops of these mountains our cell phones actually work. I call my brother for a little help from Google Earth. We get a little direction as to how bad the canyon is that we are working on getting down into and decide to drop in over a ridge and hope for the best, knowing full well there is no way we will ever get back up here where we are. This makes the drop in very nerve racking. 6 hours after we hit the end of that hiking trail we hit another game trail that starts to switchback. I yell ahead up to Curtis (we are going downhill and our bikes aren’t running as we are trying to conserve fuel) and say, you know deer and elk don’t really switchback, they go straight up the bloody mountain! A few feet later we realize that we are on the trail! We are about halfway up Dead Man’s Creek (Trail 42). We are so beat at this point we decide to follow the trail and see where it goes. We start hitting creek crossings like this. There are so many we just can’t believe it.
We get to the bottom of trail 42 heading North. We get the junction of trail 42 and 48. We have two choices in direction. We still weren’t exactly sure where we were at this point so we go right and follow the trail for a ways. We come to this Elk Camp and think we must be close to getting out of this canyon. There are 3 other shelters around the corner, and one of them has canvas on it and looks like it is ready to live in year round. There was also a corral built for some horses.
This is just a picture of a meadow we ran across during all of this craziness
nada_scurb screwed with this post 08-24-2008 at 05:12 PM
|08-14-2008, 12:18 AM||#2|
Joined: Feb 2008
Location: Pleasant Grove, UT
We find where we are on the map and decide we want to go south so we turn around and follow trail 48 in the opposite direction (southwest) and plan on getting out to road 159 then to road 83 to the Brockman Guard Station. I decide after 30+ creek crossings that I need to dump my bike in the creek and get water in my engine. We take off my seat and gas tank. We then remove my spark plug and get the water out of the cylinder. We put it all back together and run my battery dead trying to start it. I then pull out my tow strap and have Curtis try and pull me to get my bike started. I’m sure there was some water in my carb not to mention everywhere else. After 2 hours (from the time I dumped my bike) we finally got my bike started and started again down trail 48. We get back to the trail 42/48 junction and I am out of water in my camelbak. I decide I would rather have diarrhea than be thirsty so I fill up my camelback with water. Curtis fills up a 32 oz. powerade bottle with water, but refuses to put any in his camelbak and decides he isn’t going to drink it unless he is going to die. I decide if I’m going to get sick drinking creek water, I am going to make it worth it and I drink all that I can stand. We then get back on our bikes and get moving up trail 48 again. Trail 48 was pretty crazy. At one point we are going through 8 foot tall willows and can’t even see our front fender they are so dense. We are feeling our way through these sections by our tires being pushed by the ruts. There were some nasty creek crossings followed by near vertical shale rock climbs that took both of us to get our bikes up. After spending quite a while riding down this trail we run into a perfectly maintained section and get all excited again thinking we are almost out. About a mile later the perfectly maintained trail comes to a dead stop. There is no way to keep going so we reluctantly turn around and head back. By this time we are getting very tired and it is getting close to dark.
We then decide to go up trail 42 and hook into trail 130 (where we thought we were when all of this started and we went down the hiker only trail) and then into 157 which would drop us down into Caribou National Forest and some dirt roads. We were tired, dehydrated and not thinking clearly. Anyone looking at this map will wonder what we were thinking, but hey, neither of knew where we were going and when we made the decision we didn’t have all of the information you have from reading this, some of the info I have given is hindsight info. That was my attempt to justify our stupidity in the last set of decisions we have made.
Anyway, we head up trail 42 in the dark. I had to hook a flashlight onto my front fender tube pack so that I could see in front of me. This was my first ride in the dark with my new bike and my headlight was pointed to high. I could see great now that we put the flashlight on my front fender. At this point, think in your mind of the time your were the most tired in your life and imagine getting on a motorcycle to ride uphill in the dark for an hour and a half. We finally get to the top of the trail and I run out of gas. The trail ends and doesn’t hook into trail 130 like the map shows.
At this point we decide to make camp and sleep on it. I call my wife (since we are on top of the mountain and have coverage) and ask her how she is doing. She says, fine, how are you doing. I tell her I’m fine, but really low on gas and we aren’t anywhere near Soda Springs. She says “I know, why have you been driving in circles all day?” This is the first time I second guess my purchase SPOT. It is now 11:30 PM and we have been riding since 6:30 AM with a break for food at 10:00 Am. The lack of food would also help explain our bad decisions. I break into my trail mix and jerky in by backpack and eat it as fast as I can. Curtis decides he will now drink his water. He was smart, he waited 3 or 4 hours to see if I would get sick from drinking the water before he drank some. This was good for two reasons. The first was so he didn’t get sick, the second was that so both of us wouldn’t be sick, that could be really bad. I tell him I’m not feeling well, not even thinking about the water. I just wasn’t feeling well because I hadn’t eaten and he freaks out thinking that we are both going to have giardia. I freaked him out on accident, it was great! We decide the trail will be easy to find in the morning and we go to sleep with no mosquito’s!! I take my feet out of my riding boots. After riding all day and getting my feet wet, I started to get sore pinky toes. When I take off my boots I expect to see huge blisters. I wish I would have, there were no blisters, just bloody toes. They hurt so bad, but being out of my boots made them feel better.
We are awoken at first light to the sound of an army of mosquito’s swarming around out sleeping bags. I get up and get dressed and am forced to put my feet back into my boots. I had some bandaids and antibiotic ointment so I was hoping that would help with the pain. It didn’t, I could hardly walk, but we had to hike all over looking for a trail. Curtis has a little bit of gas left in his tank and I have a 32 oz. Gatorade bottle full of gas. We look at our map and it gives us some numbers to call in case of an emergency. We decide we have a small emergency and need some gas. We call the Bonneville County Sheriff’s Department and ask them how many millions of dollars they are going to charge us to bring us up some gas so we can ride out. They ask if we are hurt, we tell them no. They ask if we need food or water, we tell them no. They ask how long we have been back here and we tell them this is our 3rd day. They say “That is perfect! We will do a practice mission and bring you guys some gas for free!” We love this idea and take back every bad thing we have ever said after getting a speeding ticket. They then tell us to call 911 and they will get a fix on our GPS signal and figure out where we are. We tell them we can save the hassle and give them our GPS coordinates. We also have my wife email them the link to the SPOT locator so they can see exactly where we are once we leave the mountain top on our way out to meet them. We tell them we will head down trail 42 hit 48 and go north east until we run out of gas. We did and ran out of gas at the junction of 48/40. Here is Curtis’ bike leaning against the tree where I ran out of gas (again) and we decided to wait for search and rescue to bring us gas.
Here I am waiting for gas.
Here is me (notice the orange SPOT gps tracker on my backpack) following one of the search and recue guys out. They rode in with one gallon gas cans strapped to their XR 200’s.
This is me again behind both guys who rode in.
Here is a pretty rough section on the way out. Again me following both search and rescue guys out.
Here we are out of the canyon next to the Search and Rescue trailer. Notice the search and rescue guy bending over and looking at my backpack. He wanted more info on the SPOT tracker. They all that was great. There was someone at the Swan Valley ranger station relaying our position to the basecamp (this picture) and they would radio ahead to the guys on the bikes to let them know where we stopped. They though everyone traveling in the back coutnry should have to have one of these things, it would sure make their job a lot easier!
This is a pic of our bikes in my truck at my parents house in
We were pretty bummed to not make it, but all said, nobody got hurt and we had a good time (for the most part). I hate not making it, but I guess there’s always next year to try again.
If you ever have a chance to ride the single track in palisades, I would highly recommend it. If anyone has ever ridden trail 130 or trail 157 on the map, please let me know. I’m pretty sure they don’t exist any longer. The map we were using was printed in 2001 and reprinted in 2005 so you would expect it to be accurate, but it isn't.
Thanks for reading!!
nada_scurb screwed with this post 08-14-2008 at 08:54 AM
|08-14-2008, 12:42 AM||#3|
Joined: Feb 2008
Location: Pleasant Grove, UT
One More Thought
After talking to the search and rescue guys they told us how many creek crossings there were in that canyon they rode up to bring us gas. Apparently someone has actually counted them.
Anyway, after all of the times we went up and down that canyon we crossed that bloody creek over 70 times. I guess with over 140 creek crossings between the two of us and only one spill, that's not to bad!
nada_scurb screwed with this post 08-14-2008 at 08:54 AM
|08-14-2008, 06:19 AM||#4|
Joined: Sep 2006
Location: Latrobe Valley, Victoria, Australia
Holy crap that sounds like one hell of a gnarly ride! You guys are a pair of tuff nuts to say the least!
Might have to find out some more info on the "spot" finder...
p.s. next time can you perhaps make the text white in colour? It is a struggle to read like it is. I had the same thing happen to me when I wrote a ride report. I typed it up in microsoft word and then cut and pasted it into the forum. I had to then change it to white but it was necessary to do so before posting it as there was no ability to "edit" the text colour once posted.
Cheers and well done on the top read...
|08-14-2008, 06:34 AM||#6|
Outside the boxer
Joined: Dec 2003
Location: Northern New Mexico
I've only read part of this. The photos are great.
All in all this is a very good report.
With my feet on the ground, my nose in the air
I am riding just fast enough to feel the wind in my Hair.
|08-14-2008, 08:55 AM||#9|
Joined: Feb 2008
Location: Pleasant Grove, UT
|08-14-2008, 10:52 AM||#10|
Joined: Aug 2005
Location: Harrisville, Utah
I swear I had nothing to do with this
Seriously though, I'm glad you lived to tell about it and shared your story here on advrider. I love these kinds of trips :)
|08-14-2008, 12:20 PM||#13|
Joined: Nov 2006
That's some pretyt gnarly trail there guys! Good on ya for tackling it so fluently. I'm glad to see one of the first reports with real useage of the SPOT. Awesome stuff! Thanks for taking the time to photo document it all!
|08-14-2008, 01:13 PM||#15|
Joined: Sep 2006
Location: Pasadena - Californistan
I was in Ogden for 3 years (Air Force) and we went to Bear Lake a lot, by street bike. Your way looks more fun.
Also on search and rescue Team. Wish we could ride motorcycles...but most of our terrain is too tough. Wish our victims were more like you guys! Gave coordinates to the rescue Team how come our victims never do that!
Most of them only have a cell phone. No flashlight, water, jacket, map, compass...nada.
Think I will get a SPOT...so the wife won't worry.
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