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Wilderness biking in the lower 48

Fat bikes are in the process of reshaping what a mountain bike is.  They’re a fad, insofar as their popularity is riding a cissoidal curve.  Doubtless in five years there will be a number of Pugsleys and Mukluks gathering dust. There will also be exponentially more fat frames and components.  In 20 years the average width of a commercial mountain bike tire will substantially bigger than the 2.2 of today.

Why might this not come to pass?  Or, what motivates much of the increasingly silly criticism of fat bikes?  An understanding of off-road cycling as exceedingly groomed-trail centric.  To use Roman’s distinction, mountain biking for the past three decades has been about backcountry riding, where human-made passage defines the route and experience, as opposed to wilderness riding (not juridical Wilderness) where route finding occurs on the landscapes’ terms.  After having the doors blown off my understanding of backcountry in Alaska this past summer, it is clear that I’ll need to find a way do some wilderness cycling, if mountain biking is not to waste away even further into a casual hobby.

The obstacles to doing this in the lower 48 are two-fold: what wild country we have left is largely truncated into rugged islands unsuitable for development, and most of that is Wilderness, where cycling is for the moment not allowed.  The lower 48 version of the Lost Coast, for example, would be a superlative and very rideable fat bike route were it not Wilderness.  This is an administrative rule, an interpretation of the Wilderness Act, and thus subject to change.  There are substantive arguments on both sides, and what has become clear in the past decade is that the debate is a purely ideological one.  Even when stock damage is taken out of the discussion, there is no case to be made that cycling is a greater threat to wilderness (or Wilderness).

(w)ilderness biking is thus an ethical practice, if a legally problematic one.  Where then can it be practiced in the lower 48, in the 30-50 years it will take for generational change to run pack stock into antiquation and install human powered recreation back into its rightful place?

I’ve got a few ideas, categories as well as specifics, and would gladly welcome further input.

-Dunes and Ocean beaches, like those in Oregon.  This might not be an enormously extensive option, as far as multi-day riding is concerned, but I presume there are many hidden pockets with legal public access and outstanding off-piste riding.

-Reservoirs at low water.  An increasingly common phenomena, given the USAs systemic magical thinking about long-term streamflow, and should function as an inland rats ocean substitute.  Sherborne as it exists in the fall looks fantastic, though I’m sure the park service would look dimly upon such shenanigans.  I will nonetheless be sorely tempted when the snow melts off a bit.

-The great wash systems of the desert southwest.  The first things which got me thinking about a Pugsley was driving through Arizona’s empty quarter, and in the basin and range provinces these rides likely exist on a multiday scale.

-The slickrock benches of the Colorado Plateau should also provide some good wilderness routes, linked with wash systems, and assiduously avoiding crypto forests.

-Lastly I hope to explore the gravel bars and floodplains of rivers, like the Flathead, pictured above.  Likely with a packraft.  This will seem contrived and slow, no doubt, especially near a road and absent the magical gravel plains of glacial rivers.

Edit: To be clear, I’m looking for routes where at least a significant minority of the ride would be off human-created trails/roads.

Backcountry footwear pollemica!

Phillip heading in for a January Subway.  Which was an awesome freaking trip.  Go look at the photos non-longtime readers.

I have an article on Fast and Light Shoulder Season footwear up at BPL today.  It’s the evolution of ideas which started in this post, and were born during Le Parcour de Wild, confirmed during my May Thorofare trip a few years ago, and tested to the limit during the Wilderness Classic this year.  Three trips which explain my becoming a real backpacker as good as any.

It’s interesting, looking back at the rush of learning which occurred for me in 2009 and 2010.  In the past year I’ve been slowly consolidating all that, putting things into place in memory and habit.  I also became BPL staff, and that achievement, contrasted with my current gear review projects and doing wolverine trips with Sally, has thrown certain aspects of my personality into interesting relief.  I don’t consider myself an especially analytical person, in that numbers and empirical data don’t tug very strongly at my heartstrings.  This is particularly clear when trying to build on Will Rietveld’s work.  I am a very particular and perhaps obsessive person.  I like to understand things I care about thoroughly and well, and it bugs the crap out of me when something like a backcountry footwear system doesn’t work flawlessly.  Because I know that things like that can work without a hitch.

Contrast that with Sally, who as a backcountry ranger puts in a ton of hours and miles outside, and as an Oberlin grad and generally empowered type-A postmodern woman has more than enough of both intellect and experience to be an uber-gear nerd.  Instead, she is a fantastic example of that class of hardcore outdoor user who finds what works and then works it, without excessive nit-picking and self-examination.  I admire this approach, but find the particulars of backpacking gear and it’s application too fun to step back from.

All of which is to say that, in addition to the pack project I’ve discussed here recently, I’ve got some other BPL gear projects underway right now.  Gear reviews, but reviews which will go beyond the what and where of grams and fabrics to the how and why of getting wet and muddy.  To say nothing of a few things (rainwear state of the market, bikepacking series, on trail navigation) in the editorial process which will I hope find a receptive audience.  All of which is finally to say that 3.5 years ago I was just posting on BPL for the first time, wondering if the membership fee was worth it.  It is.  The archive of deep and subtle knowledge to which you’ll gain access is massive.

2012 Golite Jam (50L)

Perhaps the most important lightweight backpacking pack of the past decade (a perhaps not especially glorious accolade) and one of the best quiver-of-one multisport packs anywhere got a serious facelift for the new year.  It will be going up in comparison with the Thruway over the next 6 months for the BPL write up.  I’ve posted some photos and thoughts over there.

The conservation of morale

The law of the conservation of morale in skiing (LOTCOMIS) holds true to Lavoisier’s work on mass and energy: it is a closed system.  Over the life of a skier, LOTCOMIS states that for every day of clear trails, good snow, and good glide, there must be an equal and opposite amount of skid and stick, breakable crust, and blowdown.

Mphoto.  Chuck the skis, then climb on through.

We were on the wrong end of things yesterday.  Low moisture snow falling from a warm sky on cold crust gripped poorly and glided worse.  And we had blowdown.  Lots of it.

Dealing with snags on skis is not an art, but it is a skillset which only goes smoothly if practiced.  When to take off the pack, when to take off the skis, when to go under, when to go around, when to side step, when to diagonal, when to go straight-on: all things most quickly and easily decided from extensive past experience.

Thankfully we only had one snag big enough for ski-hucking.

We had lots like this, which test flexibility and agility, and the ability to judge how deep to bend.

Mphoto.

Slow, but good exercise.

The more extensive, compound blowdowns require strategy.

While others just require flexibility and ski-body awareness.

We did have plenty of stretches of open trail, and the consistent snowfall added atmosphere to an outing which we expected to be just another unicloud shrouded winter day in the Flathead.

PS: Read Ike’s trip report on BPL, it’s really good.

Ride the Line

Snow biking is a fantastic core workout. The only consistently rideable line today was one of the snowmachine skid tracks. Which is hard work, especially managing traction uphill with a 20:19 low gear. On the penultimate climb of my mighty four hour ride, my abs were cramping. Which I’ve never before experienced.

Unfortunately, the following is still a four and half minute video about my right foot.

My commute

I prefer getting to work on my bike.

Sitting in a car in traffic is not fun, and while too often a necessary evil, not especially healthy. This is axiomatic. To add insult to injury, it’s 2.5 miles from our house to my office, and a significant majority of the stop lights in Kalispell lie in between. We also have, in my jaundiced opinion, excessively egregious traffic for a city so modest. Where does it come from (that no one who works in Whitefish lives there)? If we had good food, I could put up with traffic, but the number of decent eateries fits on one hand, and thus when faced with car commuting I despair.

Occasionally I have to drive to work, but as often as possible I try to ride. Yet in winter, my commute becomes rather unpleasant. Most of it can be done on quiet back streets, with many detours down urban singletrack for variety, but on one stretch a golf course sits between a four lane highway and a river with no alternatives but the shoulder of the former. Sans snow this is fine, but once the shoulder is plowed in that 200 meter stretch of hogging a lane removes a lot of the mentally and spiritually productivity of riding to work. Back in December I resolved to find an alternative, and after too much searching in the wrong spots found an unlocked gate which allowed a sneak across the golf course, and opened up an infinitely more enjoyable route, to which the Mukluk is at the moment ideally suited.

Riding to work and riding back home isn’t a very sexy adventure, but many days during the week is all the outside time for which I have space. It’s nice to be able to make it count.

The Black Bean

I’ve been fighting a head cold this week: just enough to make me tired, but not enough to not be bored in the process of resting. So, in no small part inspired by the comments earlier this week, I’ve been watching a lot of climbing videos.

This is a good one.

Be sure to stick with it to see the huge whipper at the very end. Petit was one of the leading sport climbers in the early 90s, and it’s neat to see him, at age 40, coming around to pursue the more holistic, mental side of climbing.

It’s also rewarding to see high-level trad being practiced on limestone. In the 90s and oughts, it seemed like the trad and sport debate had reached a point of equilibrium, with rock type (linked inextricably to the heritage of the area) dictating the approach. Trad was the law of the land on crack systems, and on face routes where the rock lent itself to horizontal breaks (Gunks, Looking Glass in NC, T-Wall). Most limestone and many sandstone areas seemed to be bolted as a matter of course. There’s an argument to be made, though not I still think a very good one, for entirely bolting routes which would otherwise take only a few pieces of gear. This was widespread at areas like the New and Red River Gorges. I also got a surprisingly amount of pushback at the Red for several all-trad face first ascents, and some older routes in the same genre I climbed and subsequently recommended. Some folks didn’t see the point in turning what could be a bolted 5.8 into a tough 5.10 R just because it could be climbed on gear (hunting out which pockets would take a bomber cam on the onsight caused the grade bump, I can recall a few 60 foot routes which took an hour to lead ground up). By the time I moved to Iowa for college I had largely given up proselytizing, and contented myself with climbing many of the routes at Iowas small limestone crags on gear, from fully bolted routes at Wild Iowa to obscure ground up first ascents at Pictured Rocks and Palisades-Kepler. It never occurred to most climbers that you could get good gear on that rock, and in the view of the majority limestone climbing continued to equal sport climbing, only.

Which is why it’s great to see one of the standard bearers at the height of sport climbing leading the charge to trad climb a hard route in the single most iconic sport crag on the planet. And even better to see him speculate, albeit briefly, about what it would have been like had the first ascentionists not defaulted to bolts with no apparent self-examination. Anyone who has done first ascents at popular areas knows, or should know, that there contributions are enduring, and that laziness can have a lasting impact.

It is also worth recalling that Verm, way back in 1995, had it right.

Mountain Hardwear Thruway 50

Being as particular about backpacks as I am, it’s not often that I get excited about a production pack.  I’m excited about the Mountain Hardwear Thruway 50, especially since I have one next to me right now.  I’ll be beating on it for an in depth BPL review, in the meantime, I posted an overview of the most salient features over there.

Should be fun.

La Obsesion and the evolution of climbing style

I’m slowly becoming more interested in climbing again, and to that end the following video came across my desk today.

I enjoyed it on several levels, but none more than watching Andrada climb La Rambla towards the end.  I started climbing in a time of transition, 1993, when indoor climbing gyms were beginning to explode across America and european sport climbing was still several years off from ceding the pinnacle of the sport to bouldering and American teenagers.

Andrada has lived through both eras, and marries the strengths of both styles in a way which is quite beautiful to watch.

The euro style of the 80s and early 90s was born on limestone sport crags and in competitions, and is unquestionably best epitomized by Francois Legrand.  Careful, static, efficient, cerebral.  I took to that way of climbing well when I first started.  It was how all the good climbers climbed (back when Table of Colors was considered a hard route at the Red), and I was then and always will be in the bottom ten percent of climbers with regards to strength (especially fingers).  To keep up with my friends I had to think my way up routes.

Starting with Chris Sharma, and reinforced by Dave Graham, a new style emerged in the mid to late 90s, where talented climbers bred largely in gyms attacked steep routes with dynamics and power, unfettered by the seriousness of first-wave sport climbing (and often due to prodigious genetic gifts the need to use feet).  Sharma and Graham have both matured enormously as climbers since, making 5.15 commonplace amongst the upper echelon by using (as Andrada does above) both dynamic strength and efficient technique.  Nonetheless, many of the immediate post-Sharma generation are still thugging up remarkably hard routes and problems with technique which, while imbued with enough subtlety to make cutting edge ascents possible, leaves a lot to be desired on the aesthetic front.  Watching Daniel Woods climb, for instance, is for me akin to watching a tractor pull.  Granted Hueco bouldering (an area equal to Sharma in its importance shaping the current era) may not be the least biased example available, but I hope that Woods and his peers refine their skills in the years to come, and make ascents even more impressive and beautiful to watch.  Beauty not just in purely aesthetic terms, but insofar as athletic achievement at the outer level of an individuals potential is a great indicator of humanities promise, actualized.

Baring Creek

The St. Mary aspens are poplars for the aficionado. 

Another weekend, another wolverine trip.  This time Sally and I were headed for Baring Creek, containing the world famous, roadside, Sunrift Gorge.  The road itself is closed shortly beyond the St. Mary campground, so we had an 11 mile ski in on the road.

Taken as a whole I’ve had the full spread of conditions on these trips: (almost) no snow in Lincoln Creek, continuous snow and sub-zero cold at Logan Creek, rain and 50+ mph winds in the Belly, and bright hot sun in Many Glacier.  Yesterday came in about average, chilly with a mild breeze, warming a bit and staying calm as the day wore on.  The above picture doesn’t capture it well, but for a period late morning the barely waning moon and sun sat almost side by side behind the scrim of clouds.

This is reportedly one of the most oft-photographed scenes in any American national park.

I got into skiing doing pure nordic stuff in the rare snowy moments we got in the upper midwest, and until moving to Montana classic skiing, on and off track, was almost my entire skiing experience.  Since then I’ve been seduced by the dark side of backcountry alpine skiing, and have lugged fat and heavy (by nordic standards) skis on plenty of flat tours recently.  Last weekend I could keep up with the ladies, them on XC planks and me on 145 Hoks, by roughly doubling their cadence on the flat lake.  But that’s a silly way to go about things.

So a few weeks ago I acquired some used Fischer Outbound Crowns from a friend.  169cm, 70-6o-65, a very subtle pattern cut into the sintered base, full steel edges, lots of camber, and darn stiff in every respect.  I horsed around trying to turn them into fast shoes, but after trying Forrest’s Neo binding went back to the drawing board.  That rig is nowhere near supportive and structured enough for a skier of my slight abilities, and while I do thing a decent soft fast shoe binding could be made, at the moment I’m not psyched to pursue it.  I put a pair of Voile Mountaineers on the Outbounds and took them along yesterday.

It’s been a while since I’ve piloted skis with so little sidecut, and so much camber.  The subtle scales got me paying attention to good hip placement while striding, and the great bases and firm snow on the road reminded me how much faster skiing can be than walking.  They even have pretty good pop while skating.  Post-Mukluk my next big purchase has been designated as a Dynafit rig, but now I’m thinking about a greater investment in nordic gear.

All that remained of the deer leg attached to the pole a few weeks previous.  That hole was wrought by being tugged against the pencil diameter bolt holding it on. 

The round trip to the site and back is easily doable in a day, especially with the fast crust we had most of the way.  We planned to stay the night in the nearby patrol cabin, because, why not?  We could check out some waterfalls in the morning and generally enjoy the ambiance overnight.  Sally’s bagged a lot of peaks in the park, and her encyclopedic knowledge of summit names has me thinking about dusting off that part of my brain come spring.  A decade ago, at the height of my climbing obsession, I was of the opinion that only slow suckers camped away from the car and beer cooler unless absolutely necessary, and would in the manner of climbers since the beginning of alpinism wake very early indeed to make it back for tea before dark.

Today overnighting in the woods is almost a prerequisite for success.

Unfortunately we were given the wrong key to the cabin.  We had summer sleeping bags, but no pads or shelter, and while we had justification for sledge hammering off the door with the available tools, the weather was too good to make that seem reasonable.  So we found the site, did our job, drank the beers Sally had packed for dinner, and headed back home.  I was having fun skating the gentle downhills, too much apparently, as I hit a bit of bare pavement amongst the sea of ice dusted and hidden with snow and endoed hard, harder than I have on a mountain bike in years, punching myself in a lip with one hand and hurling my other pole 40 feet away with the other.  I lost some ease and confidence there, but we still made the miles out in little more than two hours, confined to the tunnel of headlamps.

Day-long missions do guarantee good views of the sun rising and setting.  Gunsight Pass is just left the pointy mountain in the center (Fusillade).

We got home after midnight, and today I have for the first time in over a month not removed my pajamas all day.  A good weekend.

Edit for new readers (Freshly Pressed, again!): This was one of a number of wolverine research trips I’ve been doing in 2012.  You might find some of the others worthwhile if the subject is of interest.

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