Nick, rallying the North Yuba!
Margaret, getting down!
Shredder, doing what she does best, shredding!
This past Friday I woke up got my camping shit together, packed up Smokey, loaded the Santa Cruz Full Suspension and headed for Downieville, California. My destination and plan was to get the Lavazzola spot on the creek. Whatta you know? Abracadabra, I scored the the Mcdeez, Nick, Margaret, myself and the mutts a killer spot, that last year when we stayed there we got the “Evil Eye” from some not so friendly campereroos! Anyway, after piching my tent… wha… Smokey and I set out on the hour and a half loop that the Mcdeez, Oso, myself and Smokey did last year during the Banff weekend. Departed Lavazzola and road along the creek with my faithful companion in tow, actually in lead! Came out on the fireroad by the 1st Divide, headed up the road and jumped on the 2nd Divide trail. Pretty fun riding, some debris on the trail, but not too much to take away the fun factor that Smokey and I were partaking in. We came upon some snow patches, lil’ hika-biking, back on the bike, more snow, more hika-biking, and then fuck, next thing I knew, I was on my feet pushing my bike for what seemed like forever. Got to the point where I made sure I had my lighter and started looking for wood to burn as I was pushing. I didn’t completely give up, just looking and making sure I had options… survival instinct I guess… “my mind playing tricks on me!” Happy I had my ipod, not so happy with Smokey taking off for 20 to 30 minutes after a deer or some other critter/bear/mountain lion. I must have been moving to slow for him. Well, after about an hour maybe closer to two of loosing the trail, finding it, frozen feet, and the fear that I was gonna be on the news, I found the last climb, that I couldn’t even ride, that brings you up to the 2nd and 3rd Divide intersection. From there another short climb to the always fun as hell 3rd Divide downhill portion… sweet… Shit, I wasn’t scared, I swear I wasn’t, seriously! Just me and my overheating boy tearing up the 3rd Divide back to camp… 3 ½ to 4 hours. Had a beer, gave the mutt some food with a splash of brown ale and water, changed cloths and met the McDeeez, who were on the McD Factor, at the Banff Film Show. Not much of a weekend, unless you consider shredding trail, camping in Downieville, drinking beer, watching cool films, hanging with good friends and drinking more beer, fun!
Much more to report, but you should have gone if you wanted to know… dummies!
Car camp breakfast, Lavazzola style…
-Nooner
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