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Thursday Apr 8, 2021 #
Mountain Biking w/ Jess 8:00:00 [3] 28.0 mi (17:09 / mi)
Took Jess on her first bikepacking trip. Scouting trails at Douglas State Forest for our AMC bikepacking trip next month. Rode 14 miles of trails each day, a mix of cinder rail beds, forest roads, and rock-studded hiking trails. It was mid-sixties and sunny both days, and seemed hotter with no leaf cover. Luckily there were plenty of CCC-era stone-lined water holes for Jess to splash around in.
Jess wasn't sure what to think when we set up camp at the shelter, ate dinner, and then hung out around a fire instead of heading for the car. She sat and pointed herself down the trail home, sending a not-so-subtle message. But when I opened up the tent and unveiled her sleeping mat and bed, she got the idea and was soon fast asleep, nestled under my down puffy and various parts of her own bed.
The trip went off without a hitch, until the final miles when I must have hit a pointy protrusion on a stick in the middle of Stud Finder, and punched a v-shaped incision right down the centerline of my fatbike's front tire. Sealant went everywhere. Stans and tire bacon wasn't doing the job, but super glue came to the rescue. Gingerly made my way down the rest of the singletrack, and then rode the old rail line straight back to the car. Except the road passed over the rail line on a 20' stone bridge, so the final feet of the ride were near-vertical. Jess was dog-tired by the end of the trip - a rare accomplishment.
Jess wasn't sure what to think when we set up camp at the shelter, ate dinner, and then hung out around a fire instead of heading for the car. She sat and pointed herself down the trail home, sending a not-so-subtle message. But when I opened up the tent and unveiled her sleeping mat and bed, she got the idea and was soon fast asleep, nestled under my down puffy and various parts of her own bed.
The trip went off without a hitch, until the final miles when I must have hit a pointy protrusion on a stick in the middle of Stud Finder, and punched a v-shaped incision right down the centerline of my fatbike's front tire. Sealant went everywhere. Stans and tire bacon wasn't doing the job, but super glue came to the rescue. Gingerly made my way down the rest of the singletrack, and then rode the old rail line straight back to the car. Except the road passed over the rail line on a 20' stone bridge, so the final feet of the ride were near-vertical. Jess was dog-tired by the end of the trip - a rare accomplishment.