Little White

OK, this is it.  One more ride and I can take a bit of a rest.  May as well make it a good one.  It’s a bit of a grunt to get up the back of Little White, but it’s worth it.  You can see us working our way up above Canyon Lakes here, with Big White in the background.

It’s not a Little White day without Brant and Andrew.  I think I’ve only done this ride once without those guys.

OK, almost there.

And we’re at the top.

I must have been tired, because I forgot to take pics almost the whole way down.  Not that it was especially spectacular today.  Lots of trees down on the Telegraph Trail, which was more of a mild inconvenience that anything.  At least the fast part only had a few down.

Lower down it was the usual Crawford experience, except when the boys showed us a different way to ride out the bottom.  Andrew from FOSS has cut a new line out via Bellevue Creek, and it’s a great addition.  Plus you get great access to this rad sand chute.

From the bottom of that you’re only 10 blocks from the Eldorado.  OK, that was a good stretch of epic rides.  Time for some R&R, and then right back to it in a few more days.

Hurtin’ 4 Vert – 2

Ah yes, Day 2.  Time for the real Hurtin’ to begin.  Now, right off I gotta set the record straight.  If you check out Hurtin’ for Vert 2012 – Part 2 of 4 over at PinkBike, you’ll see that Tyler is moaning about "2.5 hour climbs", and "what felt like a few hours, straight up."

Not precisely accurate.  Yes, it’s a bugger of a climb to start off with.  2.5 km, maybe 300m (tha’s about a mile and a half, and 1000′ or so).  Takes a good 45 minutes to an hour.  Then there’s a nice section of alpine singletrack, and then another 20 minutes of mixed pedalling and hiking.  It’s nowhere near as gnarly as Tyler remembers.  Probably the fact that we took a shitload of pictures on this section and wasted a good couple of hours in doing so is skewing his remembrance of the situation. 

Now…back to our story.  When we last left our intrepid band, they were drunkely falling into beds all over the property.  Bikes, vans, and smelly dudes everywhere.

Little White involves a huge apporach, so we took our time over a big breakfast and hit the road around 10.  A couple of hours later, and we have firmly arrived in the BC backcountry. Here’s Richie showing us his Kamloops roots.

Yes, that first climb sucks.  Best to just get it over with.  One motion…like a band-aid.

It doesn’t take long.  Good thing we had some mild weather.   In retrospect, this was to be one of the coolest 4 days of the summer.  After this, there was virtually no moisture anywhere in Southern BC until October.

Not much pain involved with this part of the ride…

Here’s a good reason why it took so long to get to the top.  Nice image (you can see Okanagan Lake in hte background), but they’re going the WRONG WAY!  Lots of playtime on the exposed rock up here.

OK, if Richie is impressed, I know I’m on the right track.  Brother has high standards.

Mr. Simmons ponders his line.

Hi Dave!  Note: he has no idea he’s on the edge of a thousand foot precipice here.

A BIG shout out to Reg for bringing 240 ‘Sners to the party.  Cheers, bra.

Alright, we’be done the climb and a sponatneous monkey dance for a random helicopter flyby (I can’t explain it any better than this, you kind of had to be there).  It’s time to head down to the lake, over 6000′ below us.  First, we have to find a trailhead…

Richie’s like, "I don’t need no stinking trail," and promptly schooled the field.  Wish I had more time to set up for this one.  It’s a good 10′ to flat, and he rode it out wheels down.  Not a huge move, but definitely impressive.

After some flailing finding the route down, we got onto the old Telegraph Trail and began the longest part of the ride.  Tis is an awesome high speed shred through spruce and fir forest.  It’s a good half hour or so non-stop ripping, and with this crew you know that’s a long way.

Then you hit the the rock garden.  Most people think of rock gardens as short sections, maybe 10 or 20 seconds of battering.  Nuh-uh.  This one is over 20 minutes, solid.  It’s freakin’ awesome.  Your best bet is to just smash it out as hard as you possibly can. Once your arms go numb, it’s easy…

After you are just about ready to drop your arms off like a crab with an injured claw, it’s over.  You get a bit of a rest and some touristy views on the KVR.

Now we’re into the regular Kelowna trails of Myra-Bellevue Park (aka Crawford).  The sun was getting a bit low at this point, though.  I think we may have wasted a bit too much time at the top, so we may have to cut part of the ride short.  That’s one of the best parts of this zone.  With a couple hundred km of trail in this network, you can adjust the route easily.

We weren’t so rushed that we couldn’t do a little trundling… (**note to folks who weren’t there.  We DID check every cliff for climbers, even though any place we rolled a rock wouldn’t be someplace that people would bother climbing.  Many of us are climbers as well as bikers).

Take that, Sock Monkey!  As we went deep into the Golden Hour, the fatigue started to make even slightly ridiculous situations hysterical.  A good laugh was had by all at Teddy Bear Junction.

Almost out of daylight.  We’re gonna have to cut out the last 5 km of singletrack and hit the road.  Not a problem, I think we’re satisfied with the day.

The end of the ride.  We rode right into the Eldorado, where we had the red carpet rolled out courtesy of our good friend "Dangerous" Vince.  Vinny used to build all sorts of sick and legendary trails in Kelowna, but has since moved on to riding moto.  He rolls a 250 on log rides though.  The owner of the El, also a mountain biker, sprung for the first round.

Good times on the deck at the El, as always.  Then it was back to the homestead for some maintenance.  You can tell who wasn’t running a Rocky Mountain or a Specialized. Because they (Mark…) needed to do a bit of work.  I run a union shop, so we made sure we had enough supervisors for the task. 

Here’s todays map and graphs.

Alright, better bunk down and get some rest  Tomorrow is looking SERIOUS.  Tight schedule for Saturday, we gotta roll hard and roll fast.

Salad Doggers – 3

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.

Click on the map to see it in a new window…

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

Little White kml file