I'm excited. I'm scared. I saw my first mtn lion on main divide last week (little guy, just north of Eagle, more scared than I was). He reminded me of the fact that shit happens in nature. Nice guys die of hypothermia @ Santiago peak due to bad decisions. Shit happens. ...I know, ..dramatic. Sorry.
Stuff like this crosses the mind when Im this fired up and excited about something, but apprehensive because of the selfish personal investment my soon-to-be 48 year old self is making….”
Mr. Lattimer chillin' while Mark takes care of a flat
...i didn't expect it to be beautiful.
The Desert was my favorite though, not because of the riding, but because of what it was. It was more beautiful than I ever could have imagined. The stone features and stillness were incredible. When we finally bedded down, the combination of the silence, clear skies, and perfect weather was something I knew I wouldn’t forget. I had dreaded this part of the trip… …the ‘dirt-camping’. My assumptions were wrong though. It was comfortable and mountain lion/snake/spider/Velociraptor free..:). Rick Wessels, ..I get it now.
We ended up crashing out at around 10:30 the first night....
....lol, and this is what i woke up to.
Day One—Approx. 100 miles
From there we headed for Noble. At the lucky five trailhead, Mark high-fived an old man for dumping his Harley in the rock parking lot..lol. That would be followed minutes later by a very tired Pat Hurter dumping his MTB in the same lot. ….lol. No injuries, just a jovial Pat giggling it off.
We arrived at the Sweetwater Reservoir trails to encounter another “western” moment. One of the connector trails on our route had been closed and we were forced to go a different way. Between the additional riding and the figuring out what that riding would be, we lost a solid hour. Fortunately for us, a local was kind enough to make a suggestion. This is a great trail system, btw. If youre ever in the south section of SD county with your bike, I would recommend it.
This is Tyrel Beede. He would later exemplify the spirit of the Stagecoach 400 by repairing a broken pedal with a rock (turning down many offers for help). His 'self-support' conviction made his battle for a successful late finish even more sweet. Bravo brudda. I should also mention that he falls into the 6'5" and over circus freak category, which of course makes him uber-handsome by default. ...just sayin'..
The City. Well, it was St. Patty’s day weekend and things were bustling. Dealing with the traffic became a bit frustrating, and the route around Sea world (although great on a map) didn’t seem to be the most intuitive way outta Dodge. Gerry and Pat were navigating and did a great job of getting us out. From there it was up right through the UCSD campus and on to Torrey Pines. Pat and I decided to follow the route verbatim even though it was through an area designated ‘no bikes’. After doing it, I understand fully why the infraction was worth including. It took us right by the USGA course and some incredible views of the ocean.
Im scrambling to get my shit/brains/wits together and Gerry comes to our hotel room door. He’s standing there in his gear, ready to go and says… “…I might have a little problem.” “What?”, I ask. “I almost shit myself in the bed last night”. I wanted to laugh like hell, but I could tell he was very serious and quite concerned. Pat, who was rooming with him confirmed. Apparently one of the gas station burritos we had gotten a hold of the day before wasn't cooperating. At least I wasn’t the only one that this pain-fest was having a physical effect on. Gerry took off on route to see if things would straighten out (they did), and we went to starbucks to …..straighten out (and we did..lol).