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Salad Doggers – 6b

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Lunch time!  OK, lets go check out Boulder Mtn.

Holy crap, those are SERIOUS roots.   And that dude has his seat up and some skinny ass tires on that rig.  Not bad for a ‘Merican.

Boulder reminds of the North Shore, but with better dirt.  Lots of big wooden features to play on too.

Hey, the sun really does shine outta Ewan’s ass!

Mark, you’re so serious when you ride berms.  Lighten up, eh?

Uh oh…something sounded wrong on that last bump.

Yup…that’s a busted bolt in the front end.  Looks like we’re staying another day in Revy.  Oh, and the tranny is leaking.  That’s going to be expensive (note: it’s actually early October as I write this, and it’s VERY expensive.  Oh well.  Anyone need some web work done?).

May as well do some more riding while we’re here.  There’s this giant berm that needs doing.

Yeah Todd. 

Full house on some fairly large moves.  Boulder Mtn…who knew? 


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Salad Doggers – 6a

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Oh wow…the sun still exists.  Well, then now I can show you Revelstoke.  This is the Cheeky Beaver, where we stayed.  Ver’ nice, ver’ nice.

“Ow, the sun hurts my eyes!”  Note our affable shuttle driver, the lovely and talented Casey Brown.   Casey smashed herself good at a race in Panorama earlier in the season and can’t ride right now, but her bad luck is our good, as she can still drive the van for us.

Martha Creek trail has been totally rebuilt since our last mission here last summer.  It’s still a vertical mile of trail, but it’s been upgraded and improved to handle the increase in traffic it’s seeing.

Yes, that’s fresh snow up there on those Selkirks.

The blue skies didn’t hold, but it’s still nice enough to pop some air off the occasional rock.

There are something like 40 new bridges and boardwalks out there.

Pop goes the wheelie.

We played leapfrog with the cameras down the trail, so the last guy in line would pass everyone (we all had cameras), and then set up his shot on couple hundred meters past the last guy.  Worked out perfectly.

I lucked out with this choice corner spot.  Everyone looks like a pro on this corner.

Richard, making it look harder than it really is.

Whether you stop and take pics, or just bomb the trail, it really feels endless.  It’s a big one.

Lee on a spectacular creek crossing.

…and again on some random sun dappled singletrack.

Some more artsy creek angles.

Todd Byle also came out.  He’s a friend of a friend up from Idaho for a little break from bike shop life.  He also happens to shred wet roots and bridges pretty hard for a desert rider.

Ewan, adding a little festive cheer to the scene.

Lee and some BIG cedars.

More big trees.

Todd on some more greasy woodwork.

As we went down, the forest keeps changing.  Elevation, exposure, second growth, whatever. It’s a constantly changing landscape.

Almost to the bottom, it’s still not raining, and we’re only at lunch time.  I guess there will have to be another session this afternoon.

Here’s today’s map.


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Link to Martha/Sale kml file

Salad Doggers – 3

Posted on by Smoke

After a great rest yesterday, it was time to try some more bike riding.  I must admit, I was a little depressed with the way summer seems to have ended after such a brief showing this year.  Only 8 weeks of hot weather, and now we’re right back to cool and wet.  So lets go to the alpine!

Little White is the high point in the immediate area.  at 7120’, it’s almost 6000’ above the lake.  It’s also a very long approach, with a long drive around the back and a bit of a gruel to carry up around the back. 

Not too bad, actually.  About an hour, of which half is fairly easy, and the hard half has some decent views.  And some fresh snow.

Once you’re up though, you’re on top of the world.

Can you see the bear?  I think he was as surprised as we were.

We sat and watched him run away.  It was good, because he stuck to the route we were following quite nicely.  Took the guesswork out.

Some nice alpine singletrack.

There’s my house.  See?

First snowball fight of the season.

The first part of the descent is pure freeride.  The trail appears and disappears until you get to treeline, and you end up riding on these cool rock outcroppings through the tundra.

When you enter the forest, it turns into an old doubletrack (an old telegraph line actually) that goes through this hall of mirrors.  Imagine Whistler’s B-Line trail covered in loam…for an hour. 

Mark does his best Blair Witch Project face for us…

A little shot from the hip during the descent.

Not really the most photo worthy trail, but lots of fun to scream down at full speed.  Very loamy and smooth, a nice change from Whistler for the boys.

Half way down, and we take a break at the Bellevue Ck. trestle.

We traversed on the KVR for a while to get to an old trail into a canyon.  It rarely sees any traffic at all, and is very dark and surprisingly wet.  It felt a lot like Squamish, right down to the mossy rocks and cedar trees.

There is also this crazy section that was painted red during the fire of 2003. The retardant that the bombers dropped has set, and the colours are bizarre.

Johnny “I hate hopping trees” Cote, has had enough at this point.

A great addition to the local inventory.  We dropped 6900’ (2100m) over 20 miles (32km).  Here’s some more mapness for ya.

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Or check out Little White in Google Earth (you may have to right-click and ‘Save as…’):

Little White kml file