Robyn visits Wisconsin!

A neighboring town...Poulsbohemians might find this amusing

   Kit's sister decided to get married back at the family farm in Waupaca, WI, which sounded like an event I shouldn't miss if at all possible. So I managed to get the time off from work and book the same flights as Kit there and back. Excellent. Upon arrival in Milwaukee, we were greeted by Kit's brother (and an authentic Chicago deep dish pizza) for the 2 hour drive to their folks house. This pizza was quite possibly the most amazing thing to go into my stomach all week, gluten be damned--perhaps having something to do with being ravenous and ready to chow any sort of edible object, but it was still quite delicious the day after (and day after that).

This barn was built in 1901, according to the year on the stone silo

   Although we had to help prepare for the festivities just a little bit, most of our time was occupied with being in/on the water to escape the heat, canoeing, swimming, and fishing in a nearby spring-fed lake. Kit managed to land a good number of fish, but I only succeeded in hooking vegetation off the bottom of the lake...and then all was well after a refreshing dip in the water. At one point the boys managed to nearly sink the kayak I had been paddling around in while they fished from the canoe, making for quite the swimming workout to get it back to shore filled with water. Buttheads! Kit's parents also had a couple of halfway decent road bikes in the garage, just waiting for somebody to get on and pedal. So we did, all over the country roads around his hometown of Waupaca, enjoying the absence of traffic and trying our best not to get too horribly lost. I took it upon myself to take photos of all the neat old barns and other cool things on the bike rides; there's not much else out there besides cows and cornfields, so a 100+ year-old barn is something exciting to see (relatively). 

Yep, it's pretty flat. There were a few short hills but not many.

   The wedding was a real hoot, with a live band that played multiple polkas complete with accordion and tuba, and brought back long forgotten memories of Norwegian folk dancing. Only in Wisconsin I guess--and maybe Poulsbo too! The whole week was about the most fun I could have imagined having somewhere as flat as I was. My only complaint? Eating hot dogs and pizza for nearly every meal, because it's hard to find anything else to chow on out there! 
   Now back in Tahoe, it's time to get pedaling on the mountain bike and dive into downhilling again. WahoooooOO!!!!!

Ashland...better late than never!

   Some might have checked out my link to Shine's story on last weekend's racing action, but if not, here's a full report.  The weather couldn't have been nicer, with cool enough temps not to roast on either day, but warm enough to hang out in shorts and enjoy the sunshine. We got up there on Friday in time to shuttle one run from the top of the downhill course all the way down to the bottom of the cross country course, which was nice to see the trail we'd be racing on the next day.

   At the last minute Kit decided to enter the cross country on Saturday, so he and my dad would start together 15 minutes after me in the Cat 2 race and be chasing me the entire way. As my first real XC race in probably 6 years, this was a real doozy: 9 miles of climbing, followed by another 8 of flat fire road pedaling (both of which I really stink at right now), and finally a fast, switchback filled singletrack descent. The whole way up the climb I was questioning my sanity as the rest of my category disappeared up the road, and though the girl ahead of me had a 2 minute gap at the top of the climb, I'm pretty sure that increased by a lot over the 45 minutes of flat road. I finally got to make up some time on the descent, passing quite a lot of riders who blew by me on the flat, but not nearly enough to catch the closest woman at about 1 minute back. A time of 2:15 for the 24.5 mile course, 6th place out of 6, about 20 minutes back from the winner of the women's race...I've got some work to do to get back into cross country racing shape here! Kit came in at 2:07 on his single speed, but didn't quite manage to make up for my head start and catch me in the race.

   Being pretty worn out after the XC I still questioned my sanity, wondering whether I'd have enough left in the tank for the downhill race on Sunday. A few practice runs before the race felt good; finding a smooth line through the only rock section on the course, and my legs were actually doing fine for pedaling. Excellent! Though my big V-10 was really not the bike of choice on this smooth, flowy trail, it still was a blast to ride and definitely crushed the rocks and one small jump at the top of the course. Fun!!!  My race run went great except for one small bobble when I just randomly rode off the trail toward a tree, but I got back on track in a couple of seconds and soon was sprinting up the hill toward the finish. Crossing the line at 4:50 with the fastest girls' time of the day was pretty rad, 9 seconds ahead of second place, and Shine teammate Kirstie Douglass took third fastest time for the ladies! 

  It was a super fun weekend of bikes and racing, hanging out with the family at a nice bed & breakfast, and I can't wait to ride in Ashland again. My ability to race 2 events in a row without too much trouble amazed me, as I had half expected to not be able to get out of bed on Sunday morning. Maybe with more training of the uphill sort things should get even better. Since it just rained/snowed up here in the mountains today the trail conditions will be epic, just perfect for bike time on my 3-day weekend and training for the Fears, Tears and Beers enduro in 2 weeks!

Shine Riders Co.: Ashland Spring Thaw DH - Shine Riders top the podi...

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In the Tahoe backyard

   I've been sticking mostly around Tahoe since the Sea Monster (er, Otter), busy with work and putting some miles in on the XC bike in an attempt to prepare for my next 2 races.  I'm planning on doing both the XC and DH at the Mt. Ashland Spring Thaw just for kicks, and I think I'll do ok just so long as I remember to bring lots of energy snacks for the XC race.  Kit and I rode last weekend once in Reno and got a good butt kicking and bonk session while chasing some friends around while I neglected to pack any snacks for calorie refreshment... hopefully we're not going to repeat that mistake any time soon!  The lower trails up behind Kings Beach are completely melted out, perfect for after-work pedal sessions, and hopefully the Tahoe Rim Trail and upper connectors will be clear soon making for even more fun.

The pump track, a good way to get the neighbors staring.

   Meanwhile, around the house, Kit and I had sudden motivation to revitalize the pump track.  This led to copious amounts of fun, and more motivation to keep working on it after it became more fun to ride!  In its current state it is already so much more awesome than it has been for the past 2 years--hopefully soon we can get some friends to join in and get some good feedback on further improvements.  My dream of summertime pump track parties may actually become a reality this year!

Ohhhh, the agony of the Sea Otter Classic!

   First off, let me say that I actually really had a good time down at Sea Otter this year.  Thanks to the generosity of some friends we had a place to spend a night on the way down, scored a camping spot right near the downhill course, and a free festival pass for Kit for all 3 days.  And thanks to the race support I had my rear shock and brakes serviced, and scored a fancy new rear derailleur, all for free. Sure, this is just how it works at a race, but I'd never actually tried to have my bike worked on at a race before. That alone was worth having made a $50 donation to the Otter for the dual slalom race I wasn't able to attend!
   As for the race, well, my record of terrible early-season race results still stands (or did I break it?)...the field of 22 was enormous for a women's race, and contained 6 or 7 established World Cup racers, never mind the fact that everybody had most likely been riding bikes much more than myself all winter long.  The worst part of that was being sick for the past 2 months and feeling like crud every time I had a day off to do any sort of directed workout--and forget doing anything physical after work, not going to happen. Not helpful at all! So considering what terrible shape I was in, being only a second off of #21 was actually not that bad, and probably more due to my couple of mistakes on course than anything else.  The remainder of time between me and the top 10 was definitely due to a lack of practice and training over the past few months, hopefully something I can easily make up before the Pro GRT at Northstar this year.
   And now for something completely different, back to work on the pump track in my yard... It's going to be good this year, I can feel it! So if anybody wants to come and help me dig/revise it PLEASE do, I need some assistance to bring it to its full potential of radness!

Another Eastside Trip--or how to lose a goggle tan in 5 days!

  My last day of work at Alpine Meadows was Tuesday April 10, so Kit and I loaded up the van and headed down to the Bishop/Mammoth area once again. I only had until Sunday to play because I was starting my new summer job doing mosquito abatement for the county, but that still left enough time to enjoy a little vacation. We started with 2 days of sport climbing at the Gorge, getting on some new routes that neither of us had climbed before, but by midafternoon on Thursday it was evident that a storm was on its way in.

Locomotive at Laws Museum

   For a little side trip we went to the Laws Railroad Museum just outside Bishop and wandered around among all the old buildings and machinery, even getting to climb inside an old locomotive and watch a small rock crusher at work in the mining display. Lots of photos, so here's the album.
   We brought bikes this time so we cruised over to meet a friend at the bottom of the Rock Creek trail for some shuttles as a handful of snowflakes drifted down from the clouds. The trail was quite mellow with lots of pedaling, but flowy and fun, and very scenic following the creek down through sagebrush and volcanic rock of all kinds. The lower section after the final road crossing had some short technical rock sections, not too hard but just enough to make it interesting and enjoyable on a big bike. I can hardly believe I've been climbing in the Bishop area for 6 years now and had never ridden this trail! From now on, if that area is not buried in snow we will be bringing bikes down on just about every trip :)

The lower third of Rock Creek

   A friend in Mammoth had offered us a place to stay and some free lift tickets for a day while we were down there, so with the snowy forecast for Friday we headed over to the mountain. Sleeping in the van was actually quite toasty with a down quilt, and much more comfortable than sleeping on the floor in my friend's apartment, and we woke on Friday morning to 6 inches of light dry powder covering everything. Snow was still coming down as we got ready and skied to the bus stop--really--it was much faster than walking there! Not knowing Mammoth Mountain very well we just took some exploratory laps in a number of different places. Upper mountain was closed all day and the snow was falling still, so we tried to seek out the elusive "free refills". Chair 22 was supposed to be the goods, but we got there a little too late to find fresh tracks, and after a couple of laps went back to the main lodge side. Chair 1 had some of the best skiing all day with some short fun lines through rocks and small trees. Did I mention how much snow was there? 3 FEET! Thigh deep, and so light! That also meant it was very cold out there, and despite both of us wearing down jackets, we got chilly and decided to bail at around 2 and seek out some nearby hot springs.

The van and the snowy Sierra

   After watching storm clouds drifting over the mountains from a steaming hot tub, we went back down to Bishop to camp out at another friend's house and make plans for Saturday. Possibility of backcountry skiing was tossed around, but the friends decided to ski Mammoth resort, and we went to sleep figuring we'd see what the weather looked like in the morning. Gray and cloudy, not terribly cold or hot, and not the best conditions for staying warm climbing in the Gorge, so we went back over to Rock Creek and took the dog for a short pedal. Following that, we parked at the middle section of the downhill trail and pedaled up to the top for a lap as it started snowing (again). Kit was kind enough to offer to drive the van down to the bottom so I could ride the lower section of trail, and I took full advantage of this. It felt much smoother than the last time and gave me a little bit of encouragement that I hadn't actually forgotten how to ride a mountain bike!!
   Following the ride we decided to head up to Benton for some hot spring time at the resort, with individual campsites each having its own private tub. Unfortunately the whole place was booked for a wedding...major bummer! Next plan, head back down to Bishop and camp somewhere warm. Upon waking Sunday morning, we had no plans for what to do with the last day, but settled on climbing at Granite Basin, a randomly located granite dome in the middle of the valley near Mono Lake.

View of the White Mountains the top of Granite Basin

    Hair Raiser Buttress 5.9 is a 5-star ultra classic bolted sport route, 3 pitches of amazingly fun and sometimes sketchy slab climbing, and it looked perfect for the day. What we didn't realize is that Kit started on the first pitch of a nearby 10c, wondering why it felt a little hard. Then, in the middle of the second pitch, I connected the two climbs with a nearly 40 foot runout in between bolts...yikes!! No falling! I'm not usually a fan of slabby friction climbing, but at least this one had good hand and foot holds that felt secure, so I just tried not to think about the runout and kept going until I was at the next bolt. A third pitch with some tricky moves that Kit led, and we were on top with an incredible view. We had no clue about the inadvertent linkup until looking at the guidebook at lunch, and counting bolts on both climbs. That climb was enough for the day because the sun had moved off the mostly east-facing rock and it was going to be cold in the shade.

More photos from the trip here!

   Back to Tahoe on Sunday night, and I had to be up on Monday at the ungodly hour of 4:45 to drive to Roseville for training on my new mosquito hunting job. We'll see how this summer goes, I think it will work out well given the schedule and cool bosses who are ok with me taking days off now and then for travel to races. It will be nice to actually save some money and be able to buy a full suspension trail bike for next season!
  I almost forgot to add, the Sea Otter Classic is this weekend--I signed up to race DH and DS but thanks to the new job I'll have to miss dual slalom qualifying on Thursday and not get to race the finals Friday. Boo. On the bright side, it gives me a little more time to practice and get to know the downhill course which I am not very familiar with. Being the first race of the season and knowing a lot of ladies have been riding and training all winter, I'm setting my expectations kind of low and just trying to have a good time, if I manage to pull off a great run all the better!

A relaxing weekend on the eastside

   Bishop is a neat place, both Kit and I agree. Every time we make the 3 hour drive from Tahoe it seems like a world away, with an expanse of sagebrush desert sandwiched between the ancient White Mountains and the tall, majestic Sierra Nevada jutting dramatically toward the sky for 7,000 feet. In the low elevations of the Owens River Gorge, one can find warm sunshine and downright hot temperatures for climbing rocks in the winter.

Eastern wall of the upper Gorge

   Heading down after work on Friday night, we met up with friends and camped just on the north end of the O.R. Gorge, perfectly stationed for a short drive to the upper gorge parking area the next day. Saturday brought sun and warmth with just enough breeze to keep things from overheating, which was nice because we found a south-facing wall to begin with, jam-packed with fun and rope-stretchingly long climbs. I did 3 climbs there, all 5.10a/b, led two of them without too much difficulty. The one I didn't lead was the first, with a steep and awkwardly balancey start, after watching Kit struggle with it for a few minutes. That nerve-racking start led to an amazing lower angle finger width crack and tested my neglected jamming techniques. We moved back upriver to another wall with some old familiar climbs, took a quick nap in the sun waiting for friends to catch up, and then Kit opted to try an 11b which neither of us had climbed before but looked really neat. I remember eyeing it several years ago while in top climbing shape but for some reason had never tried it.  So much for the onsight, but at least I didn't embarrass myself by flailing horribly on top rope, as I feared might be the case. I kept expecting it to be harder, but just cruised through every move. The crux was a weird chimney that I had to wedge into for a few feet, but didn't get spat out as I had expected...another encouraging moment in my attempt at a climbing comeback!

I'm a pro belayer!

   That evening we went to see the Banff Adventure Film Festival at the fairgrounds in Bishop, a fun time but some of the films stretched on for a little too long. My favorites were both of the ski flicks, but those were only 10 minutes each, kind of disappointing. I'll be looking out for the full version of All I Can, was wishing for more after that one!
   When we woke on Sunday morning it was about 20 degrees colder and a brisk breeze came from the north. Brrrrr...instead of trying to chase the sun in the gorge, our tired fingers voted for a bouldering session in the Happy Boulders, which are much more sheltered from wind. And by "bouldering" I mean mostly laying in the sun, occasionally pulling my shoes on to try a problem and then realizing how much my fingertips hurt, compounded by the rough texture of the volcanic rock. I used to get excited about bouldering back at SNC when class trips frequented the Happies, but for some reason I just can't motivate to put all that effort into conquering a 10ft tall rock any more. Upper body strength is also still lacking, painfully obvious when I tried the Monkey Hang, a classic V2 overhang that I have climbed successfully in the past but couldn't even get my butt off the ground this time...

Crushing the Monkey Hang back in '07 

   In all, no matter what my climbing performance looks like, any trip down to the eastern Sierra is a fun time, especially with good friends and nice weather. I always feel refreshed and ready to get back to real life and whatever obligations lie in wait after spending a little time in this wonderful place...next time though, we're bringing bikes and checking out the Rock Creek Trail, a 5,000 foot descent right in the middle of the valley!