Sunday, August 9, 2015

Busting Out

Of the rut.

It  went kinda like this . . .

Mr Speare and I had talked earlier in the week and recognized that we each had some free-time opportunity over the weekend.  We'd kicked around the idea of an S24O, possibly, but nothing had really gelled.  Then I got this text on Thursday:

"Crazy talk?  CDA visit and overnighter sat?"

Apparently it wasn't all that crazy, because we ramped up and hit it.  The Coeur d'Alene National Forest, that is.  Or CDA, for short.

This would not be a proper S240, but a drive and ride.  Thing is though, the drive is relatively short, given the reward.  Door-to-campsite takes about 2 hours, and we're working on whittling that down.  Once you're there though, holy hell.  You're in the middle of this awesome, vast, public domain forest, with shit-tons of roads of all kinds and qualities, that climb in and around through the never-ending and amazing peaks and valleys.  Nothing is flat and therefore nothing is vanilla - it's pain or pleasure.  Pain up and pleasure down.  Generally speaking.


Here's the GPS-furnished elevation profile of our ride.



Not super long, then. But a steady climb and an eventful descent. An eventful ride, actually, which was kinda-sorta the reason for coming, but then again, the trip was so much bigger than the ride; a coupla dudes got outta town, and unplugged, and recharged, in just a little over 24 hours.

Mr Speare beginning the descent, just after the summit.

It's super dry out there right now, and dust was one of the major themes of this short visit.


I chose to bring my Bucksaw.  There are pros and cons to that decision for sure, but I have no regrets.  Maybe it was not the optimal bike for the climb, but the descent was super rocky and rutty and this bike just killed it.  I had so. much. fun.


John skinned the cat in a whole 'nother way and had equally as much fun.


After north of two brutal hours in the saddle, which no man should have to endure, we were in need of some comfort and therapy.  And whaddya know,  a short path from our campsite led us straight here:


I had brought along a 32 oz can of  Sound Brewery's Monk's Indiscretion (rad name, btw), a 10% beer, btw.


While I was absorbing high concentrations of alcohol into my dehydrated system, Mr Speare set out to slay our dinner.  But alas, the river was seriously low, and fish were not to be found, so were were forced to revert to city-brought vittles.  Possibly that was a good thing.


A coupla glasses of the 10% ale started to set in and coincidentally, my goals for the evening began to take shape:

  1. Photograph myself skipping a rock; 'skipper' in one hand, camera in the other.
  2. Photograph one of those jittery bugs that walks on water.


With the point-and-shoot camera I brought.  To make it a legitimate challenge.  And without getting it wet and destroying it.

Best I could do then . . .





This next pic kinda captures the heart of the whole CDA deal . . . there are superb places to hang out right next to the rad aqueous artery that runs through the middle of it at around 2800', and then it is surrounded by killer forested mountains that get up into the 6000'+ range.  It is an amazing playground, and it is free of charge.  This last part sort of blows my mind.


The competition for time and energy in John's and my lives is not insignificant.  But the experience in the CDA has proven to be super rich, every time we've gone there.  I would be very surprised if we do not conspire some way of getting back out there in 2016, which in my mind, would necessarily include trying to drag along any of our friends who are willing to listen to our CDA crazy talk.

6 comments:

Dan Gilbert said...

I can't believe there are no comments on this post. So I must post something. What an awesome 24 hours or awesomeness. Pat, I am glad you and John got away and had a great time. Thanks for the write up, and if you ever make it a group thing, if I can, I am in. And if you happen to want to disclose publicly where you camped, I am happy to read that too.

Pat S said...

Dan, you are welcome anytime, without question. From the ride pics you've been posting on Instagram, I'm positive you would dig this gig. The only fear I have is the furious coffee-making competition between you and John at camp. He rocked my world on Sun morning with a cuppa Roasthouse camp coffee, and I know you are also a Roasthouse guy and have massive coffee chops, and so I'm a little worried about how the cage match might transpire, but OTOH, I would be the recipient, so let the competition commence!

Our current MO, developed over four trips into the CDANF, is to base camp off the north fork of the Cd'A river, somewhere just north of the Honeysuckle campground, and then do loops up into the hills from there.

We have serious intentions of evolving the experience, though, as this approach is a bit mainstream, and we suspect there's some raucous ride/camp adventure and secrets that are held in that vast forest, somewhere off the beaten path. If that interests you.

Peter said...

Hello Pat!
Nice update and writing style too. It's really glad to hear you and john has gathered some boost from this event!

EvilElf said...

How very cool. I had been talking with Sarah about taking the CDA casino bus out and then biking to the national forest. I think I like your style better! Thanks for the inspiration.

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