Yesterday, we did one of the classic, backcountry rides in the 909.
Coldwater.
We drove up from San Diego, prepped and primped... and got started about 9:00 ish.
Things start out with a long fireroad grinder, about 9 miles, or so. It gets mindnumbingly ugly towards the last mile...but, the views are off the hook!
So, yeah...we grind up Indian Truck Trail starting from waaay down there by the freeway, near Lake Elsinore. We're probably a third of the way up ITT at this point. Squint really hard and you can see Evan and Granny rounding the closest switchback.
Nearing the top..we stop to break and refuel. We've still got one final push to go...up to that peak. About 3/4 of a mile.
Granny..is a freak of nature. The guy rides perhaps once a month, and still manages to slog his 45 pound DH Knolly up climbs like this.
Freak!
Final push to the summit. But, wait......
DFT, Evan, and Granny decide that they've had enough of this blasted fireroad nonsense, and cut off to hike a bike up to the sumit, via Holy Jim. Me, not being that smart...I continue up the fireroad. It would almost break my spirit as a result.
About 2 hours later we finally summit and immedietly go into power lounge mode. We would soon be rewarded with the fruits of our labor.
Granny eyes up the loose, steep, scree filled cornice... that DFT broke his hand on a few years back. You drop in between the opening in the two bushes, up top.
And we're off. Buckle up, this is an E ticket ride. There's a portion of this first mile that is the oddest trail surface I've ever ridden. It's best described as the wood chip-type stuff you would find lining the bottom of a hamster cage. The roosters coming off of the tires, is a trip!
Granny gets things started with the first of many super tight, and loose switches.
Then, Evan follows suit.
So far, so good.
Here comes the kitty litter.
This switchback was brutal. Steep, slidy and really off camber. The consistency of the dirt? Think, a catbox that belongs to a feline with a bladder problem. There really was only one line to clean it, and that was just dropping the front wheel in the inside rut, like a slot car, and just letting the rut guide you through it.
Evan made it look trivial, nailing it on his first attempt. Slow and smooth. Note the ball of roots(on the inside), just waiting to rip your foot off.
I must have made 6-7 attempts on this thing and just finally said "Uncle". Each time I would get to about this point, and get stuck in a trackstand. It was just too steep and loose for me to regain my line.
DFT goes back for another helping.
"Lemme try just one more time". And, each subsequent attempt I made, I just chewed up the apex and made more of a mess.
Eff it... let's move on.
Time for some HAB-age.
This section is beyond steep. You know that sick feeling in your stomach you get as the roller coaster crests that long rickety climb, and it's
"Hold on...here we go!!!" Same vibe on this one. Avoiding the rut down the middle is not gonna happen. SO, you just try to modulate your entry speed as best as you can. But, there quickly comes a point when gravity takes over and you just have to hope that things work out for the best. It's a controlled, steep, slide, with your front wheel in that rut.
"Lock and Load".
DFT got a clean on this one. Evan and Granny had good runs. However, the bottom has a mean right hand turn, and it is difficult to make without a dab. Hell, if you made it to the bottom in one piece, I'd consider that as an accomplishment. I came down this thing in a full sideways tripod, front wheel in the rut, with both brakes fully clamped. And, I was still accelerating! Just a sketch section.
Ugly, steep, loose, rutted, chute.
There was one final feature as we exited into a quarry. It was a steep roll about 75 feet long and about a 75 degree pitch. I think Even got some shots of it. But, that's it for my pics.
Such a great backcountry ride.
Pure up and pure down.
Fin