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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Day Trippin'' started by GRinCR, Jan 17, 2013.
Beautiful child of yours
That is mommy's doing, for sure.
So… back to it… After breakfast is when I knew the good stuff started. Now the road turned into the 1.5 lane country throughway type, twisting and turning deeper into a small valley.
Best part being the pavement ended shortly after the meal.
(bridge look familiar?)
This route doubled back on some of the roads I had ridden a few weeks ago (back one page). It is the yellow/orange line I did not explore due to time constraints. From this point forward, after turning in, I was on new ground and expecting things to get interesting, more so after reading of death on the sign into the park.
Nice looking roads,far away from crowded traffic
Unfortunately traffic is almost always a part of getting to or from the good stuff. Luckily there usually isn't a lot of it and lane splitting is a big plus.
Time to finish this one up... Not far from the turn onto Tapantí Road you will reach a the gated park entrance. If you are there early and an avid hiking enthusiast, the $15 entrance fee will likely be worthwhile. As a resident, I only pay 800 colones so onward I went.
Unfortunately, the route is again gated only four Kms. from the Ranger station and I was left no choice but to stop for a snack and peer into the unknown cursing the CR Govt for being so stingy and not letting me ride the rest of the route to the top.
The route would surely be spectacular given the views in only the first four klicks.
Heading for home having my route cut short I took a detour to explore and landed myself at a trout farm.
The owner was a nice enough guy and informed they have camping huts for rent. If memory serves me right he said 2,500 Colones a night, under roof with access to showers (appx $5 USD). You can see the camp spots on the right. He had rooms too with/without TV for $10 to $20 (srry, don’t remember the exact #’s, been too long with too many life events in between).
( 9°46'0.63"N, 83°47'20.42"W)
It was past 11:00 and it was time to make the dash for home.
All the buses were explained as I buzzed through Orosí.
Lovin’ this area for sure…
The ride home was eventful. I got to put on the rain gear to ride through an quick but apocalyptic thunderstorm.
Then of course the hellish Sunday traffic, only made worse by the highway closure.
The traffic just makes the beer taste better!
Hasta el proximo ride compadres! Thanks for coming along.
Thank you for taking us on your tour.
Really good stuff! I read the whole thing in a 24 hr. period. Great choice in bikes, I had one no idea why I sold it
You're welcome and you're welcome. Might be a while before getting out again. I created a muddy mess out front the homestead and the Mrs. is not exactly thrilled.
Love the DR, both old and new school. If not for the lack of aftermarket on the Old's Cool 1990 model, I would still have it.
The DR whispers to me in the night, "Please don't pave it, leave it dirt."
As soon as the mud pit is paved I am off the wagon and it is ride time.
Thought the old chain could hold out but it was past baggy while at max stretch on the adjuster. Had a 525 laying about so did the swap in the dirt. Thanks @swamp the spair chain for the Windowlicker will finally be put to good use.
... that chain came from a little moto shop in Mexico, yucatan.
Ride on buddy. Best of wishes to you and your family.
I see you're out riding again. I'll have to read back a few pages to see what kind of mess you've been getting into.
Oh wow! Yes, that bridge does look familiar :
I have a question for you Gregory. Where did you learn to speak Spanish? My son is 4.5 now, I think he needs to be immersed in it in some way.
Too funny... I knew you had wandered into that area. I am still looking for the downed tree/bridge road you stumbled upon in these same parts.
I got immersed for 3 months in an exchange program through the Uni. The outfit they used was ICLC. I learned a thing or two so they are pretty good.
I knew it would be a while before getting out again... Thankfully the time has come. Early departure tomorrow for some wandering.
The loop is 80-100 km + whatever it takes to find the Rabo de Mico.
Cerro Rabo de Mico – Failed attempt I
What a beautiful failure it was. We got nowhere near the top but had one hell of a time trying. Although this goal was not achieved we did get really lost and on the fly successfully took on one of my nemesis’s. It was 71.8 miles on the tach. and ended up looking like this:
Role Call was slightly after 05:00. I had thrown out some lures and got a bite on Friday. Remember Jean Carlo? He has put on a bunch more miles, been through a few bikes and now finds himself on a Serato 150cc Chino bike. I said I’ll pack a tow strap and now there were two. We set a tentative departure time of 04:30 to allow for lateness. At 06:05 we had full tanks, and hit the highway for the other side of the Metropolis.
I pulled in behind and let JeanCa se the pace on the super slab. Whenever he got wound out at 60+ MPH I pulled down my helmet visor in case the Chino bike decided to shat itself. There was little traffic at these hours and in roughly thirty minutes we were off the highway and onto the secondary roads heading South, away from the city.
It was only a few miles from the end of the urban sprawl to our first turn to “Get Lost.”
It quickly turned remote and very quickly and very steeply dropped into a ravine.
JeanCa was looking to push on but I for some reason felt out of my realm. There was no way to know what lie ahead. How much worse could it be and could I get back up this hill if we had to turn around? I wussed out and we turned around, back to the slab.
Soon we were stopping at the first roadside Soda which was open in search of Breakfast. This Soda was one of few to open given this area is still without water after Hurricane Nate pissed rain on us for days on end. While we ate convoys of relief efforts were rolling by.
With full bellies, it was time to move along. From the Soda there was another opportunity for us to turn into the mountains and make another run at the Rabo de Mico. There were constant reminders of nature’s fury to be seen. Just passed this bridge was also where, once again, the pavement would end for a while.
Cerro Rabo de Mico – Failed attempt I
The time was now 08:30 and this marked the beginning of a series of the most wonderful wrong turns.
We had been climbing for about an hour when we hit our first dead end.
During the stop we wandered down a trail to see if it led someplace…
No place we were going.
It was time to head back to find the error.
Nope… another dead end.
We continued on in varied states of lost, turning at any intersection hoping it would put us where we wanted to be.
The going got rough at times, and I distinctly remember the feeling of “we’ve gone too far” here:
JeanCa urged to push on and I said, “Let’s go see what is around that bend.” The one just under and passed the tree. Well, JeanCa did not stop. It was a shit show of sliding downhill in varied states of control.
Eventually the gravel layer started to vanish and a slick red clay appeared between random patches of grass. I managed to stop the pig and was going no further. A quick peek at the phone confirmed once again we were lost and found ourselves “off the grid” for the second time today.
Unconvinced by the evidence, Jean took a run a bit further down the hill as I turned around and began to prepare myself for the climb which was before me. Upon his return the news was, dead end and it got worse. As I snapped this next pic he was sure to offer some advice, “Just do it en un solo tiro.”
Cerro Rabo de Mico – Failed attempt I
Sure thing Mr. 150cc. I certainly gave it the old college try but right before the ‘downed tree of doom’ I got stuck.
First in the middle, and dug myself a hole. Then I manhandled the chancha, pushing, playing the clutch, bouncing, yet no movement. Just tire spin. I pulled the rear tire out of the rut I had created to get some grip on the mud and leaves to the side of the road. That did not work either.
At this point I knew this was a dilemma and one I was not willing to deal with in full gear. Off went the gloves, helmet and jacket which got hiked a ways up the trail. I was trying to cool down, but was also killing time for JeanCa to find his way back. In the meantime I took back down the trail, to my moto with the plan to make some progress.
What a bullshit plan that was. I found myself sliding backwards, clutch released, rear wheel engaged and the front wheel locked up as well. The speed of this backwards slide increased and I had to put the might bush pig down for a nap.
My rescue team arrived and in short notice we had this dilemma sorted. Our Adventure continued but we never did source this elusive route to the top of Cerro Rabo de Mico. Enough time was burned, so much fun already had, so we decided to abort and return to the main drag to continue our loop.
By 10:50 we were back on the asphalt, pointed Westward towards Puriscal.
The CR209 is 10’s! Never ending twisties. In our direction of travel, we intersected with the 239 and hung a right, rumbo a Ciudad Colon. Not before first checking the vibe of this intersection town and stopping to replenish on fluids.
Now according to the original map, there was to be no more earthen roads. But… after somewhat regretting our first route eject, and all the events which followed on our second accent, my confidence level was boosted thus thought to take on a route which I have failed to complete.
The Death Hill; alternate route.
And the suspense builds! Great report from a great country. As the weather starts to turn here, you've got me dreaming again.