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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by wachs, Jun 22, 2008.
no doubt you can 'keep up' - let's put together a "Valley Rider Invitational! the VRI -
Hoe-leee-shit! Wachs, Stihlrigg and the boys lay down another fan-bloody-freekin'-tastic ride report. Everytime I see a ride report with your names on it, I know I'm in for something above and beyond. Beautiful pics, exciting writing.... Thanks!
Stiched it for you
Great report and pic's! Oregon riders have there shit together!
Awesome report Thanks for sharing the great pics!
Another epic ride outta Central Oregon!
Great job guys, very cool!
Slept like a baby last night, although some critter (frog or toad I think) was out rustling around my tent for awhile and actually jumped up on the side of it once. Put my earplugs in and went back to sleep.
Today was gonna be a BIG push to make it all the way back to Paisley. The plan was to ride west back thru the Sheldon Reserve, into Adel for a lunch stop and fill up, then pioneer a trail thru the Fremont Forest and hopefully end up at Summer Lake Hot Springs. (you need to visit SLHS, nice set-up there and super cool owner, Duane)
First we needed to pump some water:
Looking for a good spot:
Pegz' filter was apparently clogging, and I had broken my intake tube on my Katadyn, but I had it with me and it had a little sponge in it that we kept cleaning Pegz' filter with. Hence the moniker Spongebrad...
Leaving Alpen Camp:
Heading towards Summit Lake we checked out this old Cat that was apparently part of a mining operation and abandoned. This is at about 7000'.
Looking towards the Black Rock Desert:
AHHHHHGGGGG!!! bloody beautiful! Amazing! stunning! whatever adjectives I can't think of...
I love it! Thanks so much for sharing. I'd kill to have a ride like that, in case you get tired of fixing broken pegzz
That's my kind of country.
Best night’s sleep of the trip so far. No bugs and a beautiful morning. We stroll down to the lake and filter water for the day ahead. We have several options but we also have a at least 200 miles of dirt to manage so we’ll see how it goes and make choices along the way.
Headed south in Nevada we intend to stay as high as we can and stay out of the heat in the desert valleys.
We spent the night up in those mountains back there above Gigglepuss pass.
We rode up this canyon next to a raging creek. The first time we came through here we spooked a group of 20 wild horses that ran all over the place spooking us too.
Pegz pegs are holding up.
This was supposed to illustrate the flowers we were forced to ride through. Incredibly fragrant.
We gather up on ‘BUlldozer mountain’ for a short break. Crystal clear skies and cool air, the bikes are running strong and we’re looking forward to the rest of the day.
That’s the Quinn River arm of the Black Rock Desert down there. Originally, I was hoping to traverse those mountains and loop around south to Gerlach but maybe next time.
This machine is all there. Wonder if someday a guy will come up with a battery and some starting fluid to drive it away.
One of our options is that canyon country on the horizon. Very challenging trails through there that can take several hours to make it through. It’s starting to heat up and we decide to forego the rocky country for the enjoyable high-speed rollers that will take us to Adel, OR and hopefully fuel and lunch.
Down off the mountain.
Easy riding that allows us to really make some time. Looking back on it now, there’s no way we would’ve made our destination goal if we had taken the rougher route.
Cool stands of mahogany and the road is as fun as anything. We can see through most of the corners and are just hauling ass through here.
Crazy cartoon yellow flowers surround this playa.
This was fun but still tiring. We still have 120 miles to go and really hoping for lunch in Adel. These dirt spouts were weird and cool.
My bag system is working perfectly. I haven’t had to mess with it at all - just pack up and go.
We drone the dirt road up to Adel and as usual, the weird, grumpy, lazy old proprietor refuses to fry us up a burger. “Too late, out of food, no lunch after 2pm, and about a thousand other petty, freaky, stubborn homemade signs that adorn the depressing interior of this unwelcoming place. I only wish I had to take a dump so I could’ve left a turd here.
From here we are going to explore some new country and that requires a bit of pavement. I’m singing good bye knobbie in my helmet.
We had a great ride up to this deadend. A really fun track to a communication station. The map said it goes the gps says the same but they both lie.
We had to do a little bit more pavement, it was at least pretty, to this track along a drainage the took us back up into the mountains.
This was fun.
Nice and cool up here even if we don’t know exactly where we’re going.
We’ve traversed the mountain and according to our info these big old logging roads should take us right down onto hwy 395. This is a dead end, one of many we explored.
This one turned into a very faint qwad track that appeared to go down off the mountain.
I sure hope this goes through.
And so it does. A little dicey in there for a few miles but end up on the dreaded pavement and head towards Paisley. No gas at Valley Falls (closed at this hour)
So we confer the map again and looks like we can skip the asphalt for a loop around the Chewaucan swamp and connect to Paisley via dirt. SpongeBrad is out ahead there somewhere.
Yes, that is a swamp down there.
Here come Pegz. Looks all soft and smooth huh? Well it’s not. The surface is all softball sized cobblestones. I thought I’d just slice off a corner and almost ate crap bashing off the hidden stones. Later in the year, the grass will die off and it’ll be easier to see.
Which track? Take your pick, they both go to the same place.
Spectacular light at this hour. We figure we’ll make it in time to get fuel and continue to our goal of Summer Lake Hot Spring.
One problem with coming into towns is you start to run into private property the closer you get. This track petered out into a messed up water diversion program area. Todd and I struggled across this feature but SpongeBrad was smarter and blasted through a little swamp, avoiding the stones.
We make it into Paisley in time to buy fuel(s) and have a burger. Pegz picks up a flat right in the gas station and does the repair. He rolls down the road to test it out only to discover it’s flat again. Says he’ll just spend the night right here by the football field.
Me & Brad wish him luck and (I really don’t know why) split for the hot spring. 7 miles of torturous pavement to the springs and we learn they want $25 to camp out. There’s a big hippy festival with live music and all that but I’m beat and so is Brad. We elect to ride out into the sage and pitch our tents under the full moon. This thing was just layin' there (I didn't yank it out) and I need a stone or something for the cheap ass stock kick stand.
It was a much better/cheaper idea and again, I slept like a mummy. 243.7 miles - whew.
I'm reading Wax...
and crying a bit.
- the T.
This is the only shot I got of Wox dropping his bike on this trip and unfortuately he has it off the ground by the time I drew the Olympus dangit...
Some old house out in the Sheldon:
The spaceships will be landing soon:
Looking down on the town of Adel, Or and ol' crankypants' place:
Rode across this old wagon trail, est. 1868:
Why the roads we were trying to get down out of the Fremont were closed:
Little teamwork gets her done:
We were on the wrong side of this lock. Say no more:
A beer and another flat repair:
Early morning camp shot just east of the hot springs:
The ride home. Brad was up early and I couldnt sleep anymore, looked like the weather might be changing. It actually rained for about 2 minutes last night. Kinda windy for a bit, had the gas shut off and parked the bike far enough away so that if it fell over it wouldnt land on my tent.
Were gonna take a new route home today. Skipping Christmas Valley and all those rocks in Fandango and Diablo. Should be nice, could be confusing, will probably be high-speed.
The route should take us up on top of this rim and through a nice, cool forest over toward Silver Lake. We shouldnt need fuel.
I have these little succulent-type flowers on our place. They last about a week and thats it.
So we call Pegz and the report is the tire is fixed! Hes on his way to meet us at Summer Lake Hot Spring. The party goers are slowly emerging from their blown down tents and tee pees. I guess the wind was nukin last night and it wreaked havoc on the festival.
Hmmmm, weathers changing.
So we re-group and take off for the hill. That Honda is coming down the road and not sounding good. Something is not right. Brad had been having electrical issues with his Baja Kit and best we can figure is that is the source. The weather is deteriorating and Brad makes the call to home.
Thats a Husky towing a Honda the 5 miles back to the hot spring. Sad to see Brad being left behind but his boys are all jacked up to drive down here from Bend and rescue dad! so itll be fine.
Ill let him explain the bikes problem.
Im waiting up on the hill and you can see this squall roll through on a wicked wind. Had to find a tree to lean my bike against as the thing would just be blown over.
So we thought it best to stay off the edge of teh rim country as it was looking like lightning. We toured this strange single lane paved road till I was ready to slit my wrists. I HATE PAVEMENT!
Pegz tire is now running on the carcass.
Last year I was in this area and found this little gem. It doesnt say anything about 'no dirt bikes' and since we were not roosting or anything figured it would take us somewhere.
This turned out to be one of those great days of riding. I couldnt believe this single track. Wish Brad was still with us dang it.
I have an idea where we are (sort of) and hope to return to do the entire sequence.
There were a few challenging switchbacks.
It was excellent riding and Ill surely come back for more of this area.
Headed north towards Fort Rock. Havent ridden this particular area since 92 and yet it still looks familiar.
This was almost like skiing untracked powder at Jackson Hole - so smooth and fast, soft and swervy.
Theres Fort Rock. Were only 80 or 90 miles from home. Over those hills, across hwy 97, up a powerline across a couple paved roads and thatll be it.
Bumped into these 2 participants of a LobosMC Dual Sport club ride.
Cool and weird place.
This was a gas. About a hundred water bar jumps coming off Newberry Crater and down to hwy 97.
Still a crap-load of snow above 5000 here in our neighborhood. Just after this shot, it started raining and we didnt care. I could get completely soaked and be quite happy about it knowing we were only 40 miles from the barn.
Last shot of the trip from me. Had to hop over the tracks and roast these super fun dirt roads towards town.
It was a really great trip. Cant wait for the next one!
Too fookin kewl!
Gottsta get over there....
Shit guys, it took me half as long to read all this as it did for you to ride it! Looks like it was a great time.
Holly shit - Day 6 sounds EPIC... I tried really hard to follow your path 'virtually' - I kept thinking, "long way on loaded dirt bikes..."
Didn't realize that the black rock desert thing was where Burning Man was held till I followed down your "Gerlach, NV" reference in Google Earth... You can see the whole damn city on the playa from outer space.. So bizarre/cool, that...
VERY funny that you passed through the riders on the Lobos Dual Sport event - we could have bumped into each other! I was chewing on a beer and some tequila (okay, and a burger...) there in Fort Rock at the bar with the green roof you can see in the background. Too funny that we'd be right there and not see each other!
Life is mysterious, is it not?
Again, GREAT ride report.. Hey, you figure "pegz" is gonna run a little more air in his tires next time? I count, what, THREE flats?
I'd try a few more pounds and live a little more on the skittish side, myself..
See? ya shoulda dropped everything and come along.
Thanks - each day was fun, 6 was really long.
Yeah - Burning Man, the primary reason there are so many locked gates and BLM Wilderness Study closures now IMHO. Oh well.
I saw bikes parked outside that place but we were trying to git'er done and finish up.
We all ran 20 - 25 lbs the whole time. Pegz just had some bad luck and an old back tire to begin with. I started out with a set of Maxxis Desert IT that were about 50% gone. Figured I'd burn'em up on the way out and slip on a fresh set once we were in the goods out there. Worked out well except for the pavement on the way back, still . . . nothing like new tires out there and nothing will survive an entire trip like this. Well, unless a guy were to just putt around I guess - which is impossible!
So yeah, hippie-fest at the hot springs. Here comes Tron walking amongst the Dead-Heads:
And Sir Gaylord of Wox ordering up a scrambled egg sandwich:
So I had some bike issues upon leaving the hot springs. All of a sudden my bikes starts sputtering and didn't wanna go much over 30mph. Wox and Pegz are gone up the road so I figured I'd ride up to them and sort it out. It dies completely as I make the turn to the boys.
Immediately I'm thinking it's electrical because the day before my headlight stopped working when the bike wasn't running and my hard-wired GPS was getting all wonky. I'm thinking for SURE we're gonna find some bare wires under my seat or something askew behind the headlight. (It's a Baja Designs kit, yes)
Anyway we find nothing, I call the wife and the kids are all excited to go to the hot springs. They've been there a few times now. The weather is turning to absolute crap, windy and starting to rain pretty good.
Pegz tows me back to hippie fest and I hang out in the wind and just wander around and watch tents and canopies get destroyed. I'm putzing about for about 2 hours and suddenly I have an epiphany. Hmmm.... walk over to the bike and check under the carb. Sunuvabitch. Full choke. Guess what, turned it off and the bike fires right away. AAAAAGGGGGHHHH
No turning back for the wife and kids now. It's hot spring time.
That's the THIRD time I've forgotten the choke now. I think I turned it on when Wox and I broke camp, forgot to turn it off and rode the short distance to the hot spring. Didn't load up, but as soon as I went to leave after starting it the second time it was immediate. I'm still a dumbass.
Well it all worked out in the end. Had a good soak with the wife and kids and a good meal in Paisley at the Pioneer Saloon.
Not so happy tire:
All in all a great trip. Can't wait for the next biggun!
Another disclaimer for my dumbshitedness: Now I have no lights, turn signals, horn, etc... even with the bike running. So I in fact DO have an electrical problem that I just spent the better part of 2 hours with N2moto trying to fix. Bike still runs though.
Thanks for reading!