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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Day Trippin'' started by GRinCR, Jan 17, 2013.
That was an amazingly long day. Both difficult and satisfying I'm sure. Well done and good pics.
Almost always find the level of difficulty and satisfaction are directly related. The body arrives beaten while the soul is at ease. At least until Monday at noon, then starts the 'where to next?'
I honestly thought after someone fell in and the press showcased the story that this thing would have gotten a top.
I guess not .
Guess who's back! Got an untagged dirt bike too.
Whuzzz up y'all! A merry Christmas, Happy New Year and over all good vibes to everyone!!!
Been a while since I've been able to saddle up to the PC, rummage through photos and make up stories. The positive is, there has been therapy sessions a plenty and an accumulated backlog. There is another on the dance card for this weekend which promises loads of tropical goodness.
With said backlog accumulating come the promise of future RRs... but for now, the man has me under contract and I must return to my doodies . For now, a quick snip of what's to come:
No tags doesn't limit where you can go, just who you stop for. PM'ed... Lets ride.
Getting some inspiration from this thread. Booked my flight and have a DR650 lined up from Thorsten.
Looking forward to getting back down there - and as much fun as I had with the family on the other trips, I'm looking forward to some solo exploration time.
Good to hear and hoping it helps you to get wonderfully lost. There is certainly way too much to explore and the DR is the right bike to do it on.
I've luckily been getting out quite a bit so one of these days I really should crack the bottle-o-Johnny and start reminiscing in type. For now, just a quick fix from two weekends ago doing the pre-run for this coming weekend's family camp on what has become my favorite dry season road:
Quick live report... The manhole cover on the back road to Walmart, Alajuela; still missing. Careful out there.
Tanto y nada ha cambiado en Costa Rica desde 1975...
Tampaní Natl. Park Rd. - Round II
Good evening Y’all. It is time to share a bit more than the single photo teaser of late and I will start with the most recent ride, yesterday! Due to the viral pandemic the world is tackling, work has fortunately enabled the work from home politics.
With the first week from home in the books, Saturday came and was accompanied with a strange vibe. You know that “I’ve seen you too much in the past week” vibe. Having been here before in the past ten years, I knew one of us would be leaving so I seized the opportunity, geared up, kissed the kiddos and stayed an arm’s length from the wife as I bailed.
There was no plan, just confusion at first. Where to go? Beach…? I had just been a week prior on a full moon camp-out (pic on screen above – epic time rolling into camp @ 04:30). I have also been playing quite a bit on the backroads behind Puriscal which most will dump you on the coast anyhow (SW route on MAP). After running a quick errand East of home, I went with the flow, continuing in that general direction clear out the other side of the concrete jungle.
San Jose was still bustling but nowhere near as congested as usual, so I just grabbed the pista and B-lined to Cartago. From Cartago I followed the route to Paraiso, then on to Cachí.
Cachí is where the red loop on the map begins and things start getting therapeutic. It is pavement until the loop takes its western turn.
I arrived at the town of El Humo at 14:30, found double stop signs , then the road transitioned to a broken-up pavement which felt like riding on marbles.
From here I intentionally took a wrong turn. This is what I had done a few years back the first time I came this way. The detour took me up into the sugarcane fields looking out into the mountain range soon to be traversed.
Once finish with the bike porn shoot it was back down to gravel, over the river and through the woods to where the fun began.
At this point it was 15:15 and the meteorologist in me had been forecasting luck as thick dark clouds were hovering above. Only the occasional drop would fall here or there, fingers crossed the skies wouldn't open up. It was apparent there had been recent rains as the road was much damper than I remembered. Also strange for this time of year.
Continuing on I reached a section which was particularly memorable. The road becomes a creek bed.
This rocky downhill section, from what I remembered, marked the exit of the trail.
Well, things did not go necessarily as my memories had recorded. After the downhill I found my self climbing significantly while the ratio of rocks:clay became increasingly in favor of clay. Each new stretch around every bend had me thinking this is getting gnarly. Sure enough, the DR did what it does best, found a rut and next thing I knew I bottomed out, lost momentum, then wheel spin followed by sliding backwards. It took some effort, but the DR and I worked together to get unstuck without the need for any dead lifts.
Right after, the ride gear came off and I started hiking to see what lie ahead. I certainly did not remember this section.
It was steep and ugly and wet. Who doesn’t love wet, red clay on a steep slope? I hiked past the above section picking the line furthest from the rut, around the corner which followed and through the rut where more gravel appeared on the other side. The incline let off some so I hiked no more. It was apparently not far enough as just beyond the next corner a longer, steeper, just as bare section appeared. I still distinctly remember my thought process playing out loud in my helmet, “What. The. Fuck” was all I could muster. Fortunately, in my panicked state I chose to grab more gas. Back on my hike, while contemplating life choices, I did consult the phone maps to jog my memory concluding the end was near. This recollection called on living brain cells in this case and the road began to show signs of maintenance soon after the WTF hill. At the first opportunity I stopped for a breather looking back upon the dreamscape I had just ridden through.
The route became more and more improved as it wound me down into the Orosí Valley.
At the bottom I crossed the river to where the pavement once again reappeared
I had to climb once more, back into Cartago leaving the city of Orosí behind.
No pictures of traffic on the bomb run home, everyone is “social distancing” and the roads were flowing nicely. I also had to make some time as it was pushing on 18:00 and I had been running around for about six hours. Lastly, I left my keys in the house upon departure and it was 100% at my wife's discretion if I would be getting in or sleeping on this sidewalk this night .
We too are full “State of Emergency” here so I will look to open the archives and catch up here. Cheers all y hasta la proxima! Stay safe and if you are going to go out, fuck off to the boonies to keep away from the zombies!
So, time to catch up a little. Getting back into the timeline we find ourselves in January 2018. David and I had just completed what should be the slowest average speed in route to Herradura, converting what is to normal people a 1.5 hour ride, into a 15 hour off road shit show. It was 28Jan to be exact and the wife had had enough. She needed some seat time too. Santa Clause had recently given us some new chairs that fit in a bum bag so we had to try them out… the perfect excuse.
I also got me a fancy pants GPS unit.
With a little negotiating, the kiddos were sorted out and scattered among the in-laws and the Mrs. and I were on the open road.
Early off we had the opportunity to view some soon to be roadkill. This “little” guy had been squashed and popped open and was not a happy camper. RIP buddy.
Our route on this day was to cross the Valley to the windfarms on the southern wall, hitting what ever dirt (Red line) we could along the way.
Event though we stuck close to home, this route leaves the hustle bustle behind in a hurry and before long things were looking country.
As I relive this, I am recall having been frustrated for the first bit as we got stuck behind one of “those” guys. You know, the one who looks over his shoulder to ensure he is going just fast enough for you not to be able to safely pass on a twisty road, but of course, just slow enough to know he is holding you up.
Fortunately, as we crossed the highly toxic Rio Virilla our paths parted.
We were now off the tarmac and lovin’ life.
The pavement appears again at a small town named Rodeo, where we continued on into Ciudad Colon.
From here we turned into the mountains and twistied our way up to the next dirt cut.
Same great scenery augmented by earthen roads.
Once we hit the top we busted out those fanny pack chairs and soaked in the views for a while.
It was short lived as I recall the phone ringing as our two hour ETA was up. With parental duties calling, we packed up, headed back down the hill, through the city and hole in time for sunset.