Last night PBR planned the TGIF TITS ride for an out and back to the Lost Creek Wilderness. Bad Andy and myself were running late and showed up at 6:50 for the 6 pm ride. The boys were gone but left us the route. Bad Andy and myself figured we lost the group for the night but since they were doing an out and back we catch them on the return trip.
About 8 miles in we saw lights in the distance. We quickly formed a plan to scare the guys and we shut off our lights and planned a ambush but we quickly realized the guys were going the the other way. They still hadn't made the Wilderness boundary. I convinced Andy for us to ride with our lights off as there was just enough twilight to illuminate the path and we made chase...I started howling like a coyote and for a mile or more kept our our pace just slightly faster then theirs with me howling every 30 seconds or so. I heard Scar yell, " Fuck you, Coyotes" and figured our cover was busted but kept at it for another half mile or so. We finally caught Scar and AV boy at the back end of the group and learned they really thought we were coyotes coming in for the kill. Too damn funny!
I was feeling frisky last night and was able to keep it about mid pack for the rest of the ride. Its the best I've felt on the bike in a while. After hitting the Wilderness boundary we back tracked to Gashouse Gulch trail and PBR was taking the group up to Sandy Wash. I decided to bail as I was about to fall asleep on the bike so Bad Andy and I took the super fun Lower Gashouse Gulch back to 543 and the cars.
Some Tasty midride treats
Posted by The Evil MGE! Saturday, August 29, 2009 at 3:25 PM
Posted by The Evil MGE! Monday, August 24, 2009 at 9:49 PM
I am a man of few words of late. Pure exhaustion, nothing more.
Good thing I know to trust my internal compass. Coming off the Jenny Creek Trail my GPS's compass and even the sun were telling me I should be taking a left onto Rollins Pass Road. Fighting my electronic gadget and even nature itself I took a right and somehow a quarter mile later and my GPS says west and the sun is behind me. Still can't figure that out. Some sort of trans dimensional warp I reckon.
Later after summiting Rollins Pass I take an old gas line route to the top of a knob just above Jenny's Creek, seeing a piece of singletrack break off to my left I couldn't help myself and found an old ski route that lead to the Guinn Mountain Cabin and trail. I hate that I missed the upper half of Jenny's Creek but Guinn Mountain had its own bit of fun in thousands of little chicken heads mixed in a bunch of goat heads.
I give you Rollin's Pass...a photo essay
still haven't figured out if I want to see a moose or not..
Jenny's Creek is mostly a wide old road bed
self portrait on Rollin's Pass Road
Yankee Doodle Lake
The Needle Eye Tunnel
View from the east side of the Needle Eye
Hike a bike over the top of the Needle Eye
riding the old tressels
The pipeline descent
Posted by The Evil MGE! Saturday, August 22, 2009 at 11:55 PM
First trail ride I ever rode was on a rigid fork and the Soma always performed so nicely with a rigid that when my buddy Jerry offered one for free he had laying around. I couldn't say no.
I'll be putting to the test in the morning with a climb to Rollins Pass from the Eldora Ski Area. If I'm reading my maps correctly, a section of the Continental Divide trail is open from Rollins Pass to Rogers Pass. Looks like some more exploring above 12,000 ft is in the works.
a few pics from the TGIF Buff Creek Ride. The new Homestead reroute is sweet. Can't wait to see that thing in the daylight.
Posted by The Evil MGE! Monday, August 17, 2009 at 11:40 PM
I don't know what I dig more. The 1200 sq foot basement(The children's dungeon) or the garage actually a footstep out of my home. My old place had the garage about 200 yards or so away.
Sunday morning I got out for about 4 hours with Bad Andy! and PBR. Bad Andy! texted me at 5:50am saying he slept in and was gonna bail. Using my skills as a early morning ride salesman I convinced the old codger to meet PBR and myself at a trailhead closer to him and we threw down some good miles between Green Mtn, Dakota Ridge and Mount Falcon. I promised my lady I would be home around 10am so I broke off after a quick loop on Parmalee and Old Ute to ride the paved paths back to Green Mtn while the fellas went on to Lair the Bear.
a few photos from the last week
Posted by The Evil MGE! Wednesday, August 12, 2009 at 6:50 AM
Bad Andy! climbing Chimney Gulch
Me sessioning the jump on Enchanted forest
Posted by The Evil MGE! Sunday, August 9, 2009 at 8:29 AM
Xposted from my MTBR post
Before I go on...Bad Andy and myself questioned the wisdom of this post but since its been mentioned several times by the locals in recent years we decided to go ahead with the pictures. Don't ask, I won't tell and you'd better have a keen sense of direction cause you could get lost in the land of fairy tale if your not careful.
Deep in the forest near G town three adventurers set out, Bad Andy!, Topmounter, and myself, The evil MGE to find the mythical trail of legend.
The first marker, Metal Tatonka
I kept the spirits at bay with my mesmerizing shorts
Why, yes sir I think I am...read the sign fools
Relics along the way
Bad Andy! Riding by one of the old mining relics
Bad Andy! Climbing the old RR grade
we saw some scary beast in the old mining caves
We lost the trail more then once...Is this the trail..looks more like an old animal track....I don't know...my spidey senses are telling me this is all wrong
my shorts are so...well...even the sun took notice
what up? The miners didn't hear of recycling back in the 1800's?
I think I lost my brake...where is Indiana when you need him?
Paddling for the falls..by the look on Bad Andy's face I'd say their going over Niagara
Home sweet home...our new mining stake and cabin
with plenty of cooking materials, a wood stove and provisions
even a few beds
just another angle of home sweet home
Oh and the sweet ride to get to it
not to far from home, we find the mythical, sweet and obscure
riding beside the old waterline
Bad Andy! on trail, me clinging to a cliff face to get the shot
A little cliff trail hike a bike..it ain't an Evil MGE! ride without a little hiking involved
Back to the forest
My shorts make me look so fast
Ending our day there is a trail into Georgetown with a turn the locals like to call the Turn of Doom..Just before that turn my rear brake starts to feel...crunchy...right after that turn my cable snaps right in half....I still rode the steep talas slope just after it with just my front brake...it was bad azz.
Just another day playing with the magical creatures of the forest.