Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Welcome to Winter

Where to start? I feel so overloaded by information I want to share here, but it's all just mush that sloshes about between the ears. I was feeling a bit unsure whether or not I would be heading down this weekend as I hadn't really spoken to anyone all week as work was busy and my phone was somewhere amongst the leaves at the south end of Jawbone. I left from work once again second guessing myself the entire trip. I knew a lot of people would be attending the Jack Frost party in Davis, which we may or may not revisit later in this post. Anyway, as I made my way down I-81 just south of Woodstock, snow began to fall. What the heck was I thinking going to Harrisonburg? I hadn't even checked the weather. Saturday night, I had The Wolf and Collin on board for a ride that was yet to be determined. Things looked shaky in the morning, but we were able to rope Kurt in, who I hadn't ridden with in over a year. It seemed like heading north would avoid the snow. Then we got a call from Kyle and Whitney and we all agreed to head for Elizabeth's Furnace to ride Sherman to Buzzard's which we attempted the week prior.

There was a bit of drama along the way, but things seemed to iron themselves out once we all got on the bikes. I was trying out the furry gloves and leg warmers I picked up at a gas station along the way for under $10. I am sold on both and will be stocking up on my next trip. I officially declare this winter the winter of the leg warmer. I was slummin' a bit on the climb, over caffeinated, over inflated, and over heated. I pulled myself together by the time we reached the ridge. It was cold and windy up there, but the slow roll and upper body workout of riding those Appalachian Rocks kept the crew cozy. Collin brought his A-game and cleaned some sections I had not before seen ridden. I was also impressed by Kurt's skill in the rocks as I had never ridden them with him before. I always love riding with different people because they open my mind and help me to spot new lines. I too was riding some stuff I hadn't tried before. We took the road around from Buzzard's where Kurt and I played kick the can along way. He also held a opossum by a scraggly tail as he sprinted after Kyle who limped along in the only gear that still worked on his bike. I sprinted behind trying to capture that action, but wouldn't you know it, the camera jammed and wouldn't wind. All in all, a great day on the rocks.



Kurt gets up close and personal with my Nevegal...




Collin going for it...




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The cliffs on Buzzard's...




Kurt sticks to a jagged slab as Collin looks on...




Monday, Tim helped me get my wheels rebuilt with new spokes and hoops. I9 single speed hubs, Stan's Flows and I9 DH spokes, custom cut for a 29er; making THE stiffest 29er wheel not on the market. I am really stoked to try them out, but think I am going to try and hold out for the Black Cat which should (fingers crossed)be ready for New Year's road trippin'.



A couple of weeks ago, 2 fires were burning up on Massenutten which were believed to be signal fires started by a lost hunter. Lost? on Massenutten? One ridge that if you were to walk 30 minutes down off the ridge, you would be in someone's backyard. One would think any rugged outdoors man would have the where- with- all to walk downhill. In an even more bizarre twist, new developments reveal that the lost hunter suffers from Alzheimer's! It makes me feel safe to know that this guy, who is literally losing his mind, is wandering the woods with a gun. Sometimes you just gotta laugh.





Kennedy's Peak recieved some fire damage...



For the trip home, I took 211 so I could swing by Crisman Hollow in hope of finding my phone. I pulled in just as the sun began to hang low over the ridge and parked in the same area we had last week. I took one swipe with my hands to move some leaves and there was my phone covered in a thin layer on ice. I popped the battery out and lay everything on the floor and had the heat blowing on it the entire way home, plugged it in, charged it, and it seems good as new.

3 comments:

  1. Nice photos as always Nate. Weird, we road Sherman to Buzzard on Saturday too. Photos here and here

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  2. NIce phone recovery. I'll call ya sometime.

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  3. even more weird...

    that lost hunter was not a lost hunter
    but an wandering Rebel solider from the Civil War!

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