As I was driving home with sore, tired muscles, feeling windswept and dusty and stinking like sage brush, that peaceful feeling came over me that always does after a rugged day in the outdoors. This particular trip, however, did not go quite as planned. It was mostly in retrospect that I was able to realize I had a great day.
The plan was for three dirt bike rides. Each ride was one that I had been talking about for some time now. With a week off, I decided to just go and crank a few of them out in one shot. For my first ride, I decided on ~135-mile loop, starting in Sage Hen Meadows south of Mono Lake, which goes around and over the southern crest of that range, visiting Adobe Valley, Crowley Lake and other scenic areas. My second ride would be the Coyote Flat loop between Bishop and Big Pine. My third ride was going to be the Hunter Mountain, Racetrack, Saline Valley loop out of Lee Flats in Death Valley. Long story short – I only got in the first ride – and barely!
If it had been a little while since my last multiday hiking trip, it was a really long time since a motorcycle trip of that type. With motorcycles you’ve got to bring a lot more stuff with you. Feeling a little scattered in my mind, I was having a hard time thinking of what I needed to bring. I was sure I would forget something! Sure enough, about two hours north of my home, I realized I forgot my daily medication for Mitral Valve Prolapse. Not a trivial item! Luckily I was able to track down a Rite Aid in Bishop and they were able to refill my prescription. Phew, trip destruction narrowly averted, part one!
Not too long afterwards, I arrived at one of my favorite camp sites, which is located up in Sage Hen Meadows around 8,500′ in elevation. This is a secluded, primitive camp site (a dirt pull out, really) in a spectacular setting with fantastic wide-open views of the whole Mono Lake area and the Sierra Nevada. I had a few hours to relax with my delicious sandwich from Schatts in Bishop, unload the bike, and take care of other business before the sun set. I took the bike out for a small ride and for some reason it was idling really low and feeling like it wanted to stall out. It eventually went away, so I chalked it up to cold temperatures, not having used it in a while and not warming it up enough. However, it chipped away a little at my confidence to head out into remote areas the following day. The trip “bad luck” bug was biting at me again.
I quickly realized it was quite a bit cooler up there than in Ridgecrest too. Being a guy used to 100+ degrees during the day and overnight lows in the 70s, the low-to-mid 20s the next morning was a bit of shock and made the first part of the ride bone chillingly cold. My hands were switching back and forth between stinging really bad and going numb, while shivering so bad I felt like I might accidentally jump right off the motorcycle while still in motion! As I headed down into Adobe Valley and out into the sunlight, I started to warm up a bit, but not quite warm enough to stop and take a picture of the herd of wild horses I saw. I am still regretting that one!
|In Adobe Valley|
There was quite a few spots of deep sand in Adobe Valley, and one part of the loop turned into a dead-end of sorts. One section of the old road dropped down into a dry creek bed and climbed up out the other side. When I came to the next section like this, the creek was flowing and an 8-foot wall of plant growth was blocking the way! I had to back-track and cut down to Hwy 120 to catch the next part of the loop. Here, one slowly heads over to the east side of Glass Mountain and then traverse over to the southern part of the range before crossing over just north of Squaw Teat. Rebecca and I had hiked up Glass Mountain in a mega-day trip from Ridgecrest several years ago with the pups, so I was looking forward to seeing even more of the range on dirt bike now. Many of the roads cut through some beautiful areas with fall colors. The range is called Glass Mountain because of all the Obsidian Rock, which shines like black glass in the Sun.
|Fall Colors in the Glass Mountain Range|
The roads leading from Sawmill meadows to Squaw teat were fun, curvy and narrow, cutting through several sections of aspen in beautiful fall colors. Once I got to Squaw Teat, the road curves around the peak and then goes down a long ridge line all the way down to Long Valley below. The views of the valley, Lake Crowley and the Sierra Nevada were awesome! However, lots of sand and some rocky sections made for a rugged ride in spots. I pretty much bulldogged the bike down a couple sections. One uphill at the very bottom required four attempts before I finally got up it – very deep sand, plus my bike always feels pretty underpowered at altitude (as if it didn’t at sea level!). There was another road, but having no idea where it went, or even if it was a dead end, or not, had me feeling a wee bit trapped for a few minutes. Some desperate Fred Flintstone maneuvers got me up the hill on that last attempt, though! Seriously though, that might be all that got me up there in the end.
|Starting Around Squaw Teat|
|Lake Crowley, Sierra Nevada|
|Getting Close to Bottom of Ridgeline|
From here, I had a blast zipping across Long Valley on the way to Lake Crowley. Fast, curvy trails with some mild whoops and sand thrown in for fun. After Crowley, one heads into the hills and woods to the north, with great views of Mount Morrison. Much of the trail was covered in sharp Obsidian rocks. I also stopped for lunch in here and had a delicious almond butter and honey bagel. I must have been pretty hungry, because that sure hit the spot!
|Mount Morrison From Long Valley|
Somewhere in this area I started noticing a funny sound every time I let off the gas, like a high pitched whooshing noise. Couldn’t figure out what it was until I pulled over and realized my tire was going flat. Fuck! I was still a little over 10 miles from the highway, or an easy access area. I just decided to keep going with the little air that was left in the tire and see if I could make it to the highway. Then, I could try and change the tube, or call for help. I was pleasantly surprised that I actually made it! First, I tried to pump up the tire only to find out my pump was broken too! There went the option of changing the tube. I called Rebecca and let her know what was going on. I noticed what little air was left in the tire seemed to be holding. I figured, hell, I’m going to hop on the freeway and try and make the 30 miles of road and 5 miles of dirt back to camp. Sure sounded like a better prospect than wait three hours on the side of the road for Rebecca. I was pretty sure she would be pretty relieved not to have to come up there too. Once again, to a much greater and even more pleasant surprise, I actually made it back to camp! My back tire swerved around a bit and the valve stem disappeared up into the rim, with a completely flat tire right as I pulled into camp. Even though I had no mirrors, a close to flat tire, hugging the side of the road at 50 mph, none of the highway patrol I saw pulled me over, either. Lucky!
I cracked open a hard-earned beer, or two, enjoyed the views and rambled around the nearby fall colors, while snapping some photos. It was nice to relax with the great views before starting the drive home
I took some video too, but it turned out pretty disappointing. The mount was loose and the camera ended up looking down at the ground more than the scenery! Most of the fall colors and scenery never even made it into the field of view. Really wish I snapped more photos of the fall colors and even the wild horses I came across, but I thought I was capturing a ton of video, so why bother! Oh well. I still managed to put together a half-way decent little clip.