Where’s Winter?

Yep, total slacker.  It’s been a long time since I’ve updated our blog.  The last few months have been a blur.  Shortly after our fall vacation at the cabin, Thanksgiving came, then Christmas, visiting relatives, Tom returned home from working out of town, Tom’s parents visited from NY, I’ve done several trips to the Bay Area for work, two major construction projects started at home and boom!  It’s March.

As evidence from our website banner photo, this winter has been relatively absent compared to last winter…which seemed neverending, especially when July rolled around and we still weren’t able to mountain bike in the high country.  This photo was taken in the middle of January, near Packer Saddle, while we were on an unheard of winter ride of our usual summer Downieville trails.  Yes, there was some hiking through snow sections up high but normally we’d need a snowmobile to even get to where the photo was taken.  Snow should’ve been measured in feet, not inches.  Ironically, as I type this, we’re in the middle of probably the biggest storm pattern of the season…6 days before it’s officially spring.

The absence of winter is bittersweet for us, well, maybe more for Tom.  I’d love to ride year round in the mountains but would also prefer alot of rain/snow pack to help keep our house out of fire danger during the summer.  Being a native Californian, I’m drawn to the sun and warmth…but I also enjoy the change of seasons and sitting in the hot tub in the winter.  Tom misses the skiing but I could take or leave the snowboarding.  The dogs…well, they are probably happier when the weather is colder but they’re generally happy all the time anyway.

Hopefully we’re not seeing a shift towards a late winter this year where piles of snow fall between now and May to the point that the high country is once again buried until mid-summer.  Time will tell.  In the meantime, we’ll continue to ride and keep our bikes ready while we wrap up projects so we can spend the summer playing!

 

Road out to Pauley Creek

 

 

 

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Change of Seasons

And so just like that summer is over and fall is barely hanging on.  It seems like just yesterday (middle of July) that we were helping to shovel snow off of the Downieville Classic race course.  We anxiously awaited the snow to melt in the high country so we could experience that lovely mix of mud up high, dust down low.  We waited for the rivers to wane so our muddy/dusty rides could be capped off with a refreshing swim in the river, not a chance at hypothermia and a water rescue.  We paced, figuring out ways to pass the time until we could partake in the epic Sierra rides we yearn for each spring only to be teased as the weather warmed up…but not fast enough to melt the record snow pile last season.  As August suddenly showed up, riding was in full swing, the rivers were tolerable to rinse off but still filled with snow melt.  We blinked and it was September.  We noticed the days weren’t quite as long, although still warm.  The hot days we longed for last winter finally showed up (along with record numbers of bugs).  We started to settle in, relaxed and grinning, finally able to enjoy all things singletrack.  We almost looked forward to the first rain to clear the trail dust…but with the fear that rain this time of year starts to get dicey…threats of snow wouldn’t be far behind.  October…the first week and snow already started to fly!  The vacation Tom and I had planned for Moab, UT morphed into a week at the cabin.  Too road weary, logistically challenged and anxious to ride, we figured a week immersed in our favorite Sierra riding spot was better than road tripping to Utah…as long as the weather cooperated.  We were very lucky…the early October snow, followed by spurts of rain here and there primed us for what looked to be a perfectly-timed vacation.  Lucky we were…

In our 9 days in Sierra City, we took in multiple dog hikes, 4 days of mtn biking, 2 days of moto riding and even knocked off a little on house projects.  We slept in, ate alot, drank a little bit less and enjoyed the company of our Sierra neighbors and riding buddies.  We savored every minute on the trail.  We didn’t stop to take many pictures (although we did shoot some video…http://youtu.be/7ecqXr-xobQ ), we didn’t have time.  We were fighting end of October waning daylight and the impending will of Mother Nature.  We crowned our vacation by ending with an epic climb and descent of the newly completed Mills Peak Trail and celebrating Tom’s birthday.  Within a couple of days of being back home, the storm hit…Packer Saddle, which we’d ridden just a couple days earlier on our motos now had 2 feet of snow.  That was about 10 days ago…rain has fallen since and with winter threatening early again this year the weather can change on a dime.  We’re gambling though…trying our luck one more time as we aim to spend our Thanksgiving break at the cabin again.  We’ll bring mtn bikes again…hoping we might just sneak in a few more rides, albeit lower in elevation (unless we’re feeling adventurous), while Mother Nature isn’t looking.  Odds are against us…it was Thanksgiving week last year we were buried at the cabin, digging our moto trailer out and swaddling little 8 week old Kona to keep her warm.  This summer way simply way too short but we got some while we could…and this photo, our our descent down to town from the Buttes may have been our last moto ride of the season in the high country…poetic since the photo has us catching the last rays of sun in late October…on our 250′s with no lights, we barely made it home before dark.  Time to start charging the bike lights…looking forward to March 2012 and the return of spring and daylight!

 

Last ride of the Buttes for 2011

 

 

 

 

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Feeling Alive

Each day is a blur…

As a person with a job that requires sitting in front of a computer/phone or both for most every work day, I find myself craving a change of scenery during and after my work day.  The change of scenery is even more of a necessity given that I work from home full time.  I don’t have the daily face-to-face interaction with my co-workers or clients.  Hell, I don’t even see Tom during the week (thankfully he is almost done working out of town, hopefully for awhile).  I’m with the dogs 24/7.  My saving grace is that living out in the country removes me from the hectic pace of city life and puts me closer to one of things I love most…being outside.  After a hectic day of juggling errands with work, I was again looking for a moment to leave the chains of my computer and take the dogs for a hike…tonight was their turn for fun.  What started out as a rushed trip up to a local mountain trail before darkness settled in ended up being a much-needed distraction from my previously busy day…and reminded me how cool the simple things are.

I was rushing to get the dogs down in the canyon and into the creek…after all Bodie pretty much lives for getting in the water.  I knew I only had about an hour until dark and opted not to bring a headlight…my way of protesting the slow fade of daylight savings time.  So the with the dogs full of energy, I decided to turn the first part of the hike into a trail run.  This time running wasn’t just an excuse to avoid the ridiculous onslaught of mosquitoes this year…

As I reached the bottom of the canyon and the creek, I noticed cloud cover moving in…the last of predicted thunderstorm activity this week.  The dogs and I settled into our usual routine…I skip rocks while Bodie chases the splashes and Kona watches, trying to decide whether she wants to play too.  I heard the clouds start to grumble in the distance…and I knew it would be dark within about 30 min…time to go.  As we started back up the climb to the FJ, I could’ve sworn someone turned up the volume or I had a Jaime Sommers bionic hearing moment.  Suddenly I could hear everything…rain drops finding their way through the forest canopy to hit one of the few leafy plants.  The crickets banded together in almost deafening volume.  I could hear pine cones fall, slow moving water, twigs break (which the dogs heard too when they’d stop to look and decide if a chase was in order).  Further into the forest canopy I could barely see the trail anymore…I didn’t care.  I’ve hiked this trail so many times, I literally could hike it in the dark.  Further up the hill we all broke into a slow jog again.  I could feel the mud splatter on my legs as the dogs pushed by.  My knee ached…too many slide tackles or 50/50 balls.  The cloud cover was not only an acoutic blanket for the forest sounds but made it humid too.  A light rain was falling, clothes were sticky between the sweat and the rain.  I could feel some debris in one of my running shoes with each stride.  My car keys slapped against my leg from the pocket in my shorts.  And the scents…that scent of rain falling on dirt, on pine trees…something about the water releases all the scents that have dried up and wait to be re-hydrated.  All my senses were on overload…and it hit me.

I feel alive.

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Kona, the Husky/Shepherd/Retriever?

I’m on dog #4.  Although Tom has technically been around for all 4, he’s only been around 2 of the 4 since puppyhood.  Tom also isn’t quite as inclined to deal with training, obedience, etc….sometimes he’s just another puppy…but that’s another story :)

Anyway, dog #4.  Kona is about 11 months old now.  Our little husky/german shepherd mix (alledgedly) isn’t so little anymore but hopefully she’s full grown.  Next year will mark 20 years of me having dogs and as with anything you experience for 20 years, you like to think you become well-versed in the ups and downs, pros and cons, ins and outs…well, you get the picture.  Kona has shown me that I’m completely wrong.  Now I’ll admit that I’ve tended to only get husky/malamute/shepherd types of mixes and thus there are probably details about owning a Pug I know nothing about.  However, no one could could’ve convinced me that our little husky/shepherd was a retriever in costume.  Seriously…I can’t begin to understand the obsessive fetish retrievers have…and Kona has it.  Granted she’s technically still a puppy and most all puppies like to play with toys, enjoy being outside and just generally find life fun.  But this is psychotic.

At first she didn’t show much more interest in the toys with a ball than any other toys.  Of course once we started kicking the ball around the house, suddenly the ball became more fun.   But that fun paled compared to the frisbee.  Bodie never liked the frisbee…something about it sailing in the air scared her…it was more likely to hit her in the face than be caught in her mouth.  Not Kona.  She is ALL about the frisbee…and the ball.  We’re on our 2nd and 3rd Ruffwear frisbees.  Soft and easy to catch and far more durable than the plastic frisbee which gets chewed up into jagged plastic chards in about 53 seconds.  The frisbee obsessions has seen her attempt to climb a tree…and a ladder.  She sits and stares at whatever heightened location we’ve decided to safely place the frisbee…glancing away only to make sure we’re looking at her, looking at the frisbee.  As my much more experienced retriever pal Peg warned, we’ve had to set boundaries, limits, rules.  She would chase the frisbee or ball until she’d pass out…she must be stopped, forced to rest, guided to her water bowl…somehow distracted from retrieving.

We’ve also tried to embrace the upside to this obsession.  We always possess the ability to tire her out…in theory, we could sit in chairs, beer in hand and just throw something while she tirelessly retrieves said item.  Of course it’s never quite that simple, is it?  We give into the obsession because in way it’s also fun and entertaining…in a sick, demented way.  I bought a case of 48 tennis balls at Costco last week…yep, I’m a glutton for punishment.  Especially since the tennis balls conveniently fit under various pieces of furniture that require my assistance to prevent her from going to extremes to reach the ball…or she just gets another ball, until it too finds it’s way under the couch.  And it’s not the new tennis balls she even wants to play with (Bodie likes the new ones)…she prefers the “thing” outside which barely resembles a ball anymore.  Like a security blanket, she hauls it everywhere…I have to pay attention or she tries to sneak it in the house.  You know the ball I’m talking about…the one with 3/4 of the fuzz removed…with a chunk of the rubber missing so it’s no longer a complete ball but somehow defies physics and still rolls and otherwise behaves like a ball.  It’s covered with layer upon layer of dirt, probably some sap and with my luck a little poison oak oil too.  It’s always by her side, like a trusty companion…and it’s nasty and teeters dangerously on the edge of becoming garbage.  I’m not sure how I’ll ever throw it away…it’s always with her and if I pick it up and put it in the garbage, she’ll see it…she’ll be heartbroken…or she’ll be dumping over the garbage can, once again retrieving her ball.  You see, I can’t win.  She’s a retriever after all…or a Sheprador.

Can you stop what you're doing and throw my ball?

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Summer O’ Fun

Well, it took long enough but summer finally arrived sometime in late June.  Like everyone else, we hurried outside to start playing only to find we were still in a holding pattern for the snow in the high country…

The weekend of July 4th we helped the SBTS dig out parts of the course for the Downieville Classic.  It wasn’t just that there was snow, it was how much.  After a 3 mile hike, almost entirely on snow, we started to help dig out the top of the Butcher Ranch singletrack…pictures that follow show how much snow we shoveled through…it was crazy.  Tom and I headed for slightly lower trails and spent some time riding bikes and motos between Downieville and Forest City.  We were also able to ride closer to home in Camino.  The rivers were cranking at spring run-off levels in July…they still haven’t died down quite enough for good fly-fishing…and it’s mid-August.  Once the major run-off was over, we headed out on the jetskis to a now very full Folsom lake…again, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen it this full (we’ll avoid the water politicis on why it isn’t full every year…not because of “drought”).  We’ve taken the dogs on many hikes, mostly involving water, as Bodie loves the water and we wanted to make sure Kona did too.  We intend to continue having a busy summer…taking pictures but not writing as many updates…enjoy.

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For the love of motorcycles…

Ok, I’ll admit it…I love twisting the throttle.

I grew up riding bicycles…to play, to school, for fun.  In college, bikes were my transportation, it was Davis after all, who needed a car?  I started mtn biking in college…if those bikes could actually be called mtn bikes relative to those available today.  Being on two wheels was just a part of my life.  Secretly motorcycles always interested me.  Of course my parents, despite never having ridden motorcycles, were adamantly against them…them were dangerous, people die on them.  Kind of like when your parents tell you not to drink, smoke, etc…those things they always don’t want you to do sound tempting to at least try.  Not that I disagreed with them…motorcycles are dangerous but mostly because of where most people ride them…on the road.  Most people who ride motorcycles possess the skills necessary to handle the bike…hell, if you’ve ever taken the skills test at the DMV, you’ll know what I’m talking about.  I still have no idea how that skills test in any way simulates conditions you’d experience riding a motorcycle on the road.  Motorcycles are also dangerous because of what they can do…go fast and out manuever anything else that can go that fast on the ground.  I even went so far as to sign up for a skills class, only to be distracted by a European soccer trip and once again the urge for a motorcycle faded…temporarily.  Then I met Tom…he had a dirtbike.  Hmmm…that still counts as a motorcycle (check), probably safer since it’s off-road (check), might be easier to get the hang of with my mtn bike background (check).  So within weeks of meeting Tom, I bought a Honda XR250…a pig of a bike but geared so low you could literally putt up anything in first gear.  It was also indestructable…important for a crash-prone beginner.  About 4 years later, we had moved from the Bay Area and wanted to make the switch from the Hondas to KTM.  The crowded trails of the Bay Area gave way to the potting soil of the Sierras and the countless fire roads, forest roads and motorized trails to explore. 

Our first KTMs were street legal…which meant not needing to trailer the bikes somewhere to ride.  It also meant getting motorcycle licenses and opening the door to the dangers of sharing the road with cars.  Tom aced his DMV skills test…it took me two tries.  First time I grabbed too much front brake on the circle turns and dumped my bike over…talk about embarrassing.  The DMV clerk really helped with her “Great, now I have to fill out an incident report” comment.  When I went back for my second try, Tom wasn’t there and the women at the DMV were razzing me with “I thought you had it last time!” types of comments.  I couldn’t possibly screw up again…and I didn’t.  I worked hard for that M1 license!

Fast forward another couple of years and we “needed” to get smaller bikes for the trails.  The 250 XCFs fit that bill nicely.  Weighs less,  accelerates quicker but has less power than the EXCs, these 250s are a dream on the trails…and I can pick the 250 up when I go down.  The 450 is more of a shut-off-the-gas-and-wait-for-Tom-to-come-back scenario.

Last weekend we took the EXC’s out both Sat and Sun with our set of dual sport wheels/tires and rode about 130+ miles of forest roads, exploring, looking for areas to camp, findings trails we’ve never seen, enjoying the now warm air.  Although I would still rate mtn biking above the motorcycles for overall enjoyment, I would say it is more difficult to describe the feeling of being on a motorcycle.  Mtn bikes obviously have a skill set, a mindset and a desire for some pain mixed with the thrill.  Motorcycles just have the thrill.  Yes, sitting on a moto for multiple hours becomes tiring…but then when you’re dirtbiking, you’re not sitting much.  The skills required to ride a dirtbike have improved my mtn biking more than mtn biking alone ever could.  Yes, careless riders trash trails…and yes, some trails should not allow motorcycle (or quad) use…but that’s another topic all together.  The scenery you can access, the mileage you can cover in a relatively short amount of time, the rush of air through your hot and sweaty gear.  The purr of a 4-stroke engine when you accelerate…it doesn’t get much better.  I’m still cautious whenever we ride on roads…I’ve had enough confrontations when I had a road bicycle to never trust cars…especially when I’m not in one.

This summer we’re hoping to get weekend dog-sitters so we can go out and camp from the motos for at least a night.  We were inspired by watching the Long Way Round…the adventures to be had on a motorcycles are endless when you can go both on and off road.  My parents still aren’t thrilled about the motorcycles but then again, they’ve also stopped asking me to grow up.  I’m guessing they know the motorcycles aren’t going away and I’m not gonna grow up :)

With the weather finally setting into something resembling spring/summer, the motos are back out and ready to be ridden.  It’s been a long winter and I’ve missed twisting that throttle.  

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Anniversary

This Sunday, June 5th marks 7 years that Tom and I have been hitched.  Time sure flies…because we’re having fun.

As many of you likely know, Tom and I haven’t exactly done things conventionally. We met on Craigslist in 2002.  We could just have easily met on one of the trails local to the Bay Area given the overlap in activities we like but the Bay Area is a big place in terms of people and I guess sometimes crossing paths takes a little extra, if not unusual, nudge.  This was before dating websites existed as they do today and hell, I’d used Craiglist successfully for other things, so why not place a personal ad?  As luck would have it, Tom was the first to respond.  I could throw out words like fate here but I’ll refrain since I believe we play a part in how our lives turn out.

After a few phone conversations, Tom and I casually met for a burrito before one of my ice hockey games.  Apparently the firm handshake I gave him when we first met gave the red-haired, athletic, construction guy from New York quite an impression (funny how I don’t remember anything about the handshake?!?!)  Within a week, we were carpooling to Tahoe for a weekend in the snow since he was part of the volunteer ski patrol at Squaw Valley at the time.  For the other weekend day, we hiked the backcountry near Castle Peak for a few powder turns…with 3 dogs (I was dogsitting).  I even met his brother and one of his sisters that first weekend at their leased ski cabin.

The months ahead had the ups and downs all new relationships have but not necessarily for the same reasons.  Two very independent people were trying to figure out how to actually compromise and spend time doing things together when we were both so used to doing things alone.  I also lived in La Honda, kind of a hike from the peninsula and not a drive Tom was thrilled about.  Having 2 dogs to factor into the equation also presented a new responsibility which Tom wasn’t used to.  Again, circumstances pushed us closer together, at least geographically.  My landlords decided to sell off part of their La Honda property, which meant I needed to find a new place to live…suddenly the little house I rented in Menlo Park was not only an easier drive for Tom but closer to his office than the place he rented a room.  Tom says he knew we’d end up together when I bought a dirtbike…after only knowing Tom for 3 weeks.  I’d always wanted a motorcycle…a dirtbike seemed to make most sense given how long I’d been mountain biking.

Weekends were mostly spent away from the Bay Area…dirtbiking, mountain biking, camping, skiing/snowboarding, etc.  I nursed Tom through a hernia surgery a few months into dating too…I thought he’d never leave my couch again.  By the end of 2002, after only a couple hiccups, we took our first vacation…to Moab, of course.  Shortly afterwards we faced one of those relationship tests…one of my dogs, Tundra, the one I got out of college passed away.  By the holidays, I flew back to NYwith Tom to meet his parents and other sister.  From that point to our wedding, things are a bit of a blur…I got another puppy (Bodie) while Tom was off at ski patrol one weekend, we moved in together, continued our adventures, bought a truck and camper…we basically lived as if we were already married.  One snowy Sunday while sitting in a windy, white-out on the chair lifts at Kirkwood, Tom peaked out of his neck gaiter long enough to ask me to marry him.  Cold…and startled, I giggled and said yes.

The wedding was very small, personal and relatively casual.  We only invited a handful of friends and family for a mellow afternoon wedding and reception outside.  No tux, no white wedding dress, no chicken dance, no crazy party…just hanging out.  We didn’t honeymoon right away but waited until later in the summer…after all, we were headed to the Whistler Mountain Bike Park for our honeymoon and wanted all the trails to be open!  Although I had always wanted to leave the Bay Area for larger, less restrictive pastures, Tom wasn’t quite sold…until we got back from the honeymoon.  Within about 8 weeks, he had a new job offer in Sacramento and we put an offer down on a house in the Sierra foothills.  I would continue to work remotely for a company in the Bay Area (and still do).

Since then, life together has been crazy, adventurous, fun, lonely, emotional, hilarious (I’m running out of descriptors!)  Over the course of those 7 years, we’ve lost another dog and started a new dog generation, we’ve let our opportunity to have kids drift by in favor of other things, we’ve acquired and learned how to use heavy equipment, bought and sold countless dirtbikes and mountain bikes, bought a cabin, lost family members, battled back nature (part of living in the country), rotated vehicles, taken on countless house projects, taken long road trips, ridden new trails, backpacked, fly-fished, gotten dirty, gotten wet, bled, laughed, cried, used four-letter words (but not at each other), made fun of each other, made fun of other people…and we’ve done it all together.

Our biggest challenge has been the out of town jobs Tom has had, resulting in us both spending time apart…and me becoming a 24/7 mom to two ”fur kids” as one our friends calls them.  The up side is that we’ve had a chance to get immersed in some geographic areas and explore the outdoor opportunities not possible on a simple vacation.  Although that doesn’t offset the frustration of not being together all the time, it has made the time we have together quality time.  We consider ourselves very fortunate…for the lives we’ve made for ourselves, together.  The relationship still takes work, it always will but then that’s part of the deal.

Rarely do either of us wear our wedding rings.  We’ll probably spend our anniversary working outside this weekend on our property instead of some “special” dinner or celebration.  Every day is like an anniversary and our anniversary is like every day.  The importance of the anniversary is more for remembering all the times together, good and bad.  The times when you know you’ll look back and laugh…even if laughing wasn’t possible in the moment.  The times when something unexpected happens.  The times when the vows you exchanged don’t begin to cover things you do for each other…like when Tom cleaned dog poo off my mountain bike and mountain bike shorts after I rode through it :)

Before we know it, another 7 years will pass and we’ll have more stories and adventures to share with others…or to keep to ourselves.  Spouse, husband, partner, soulmate, best friend…these words don’t begin to describe Tom.  Clown, Athlete, Comedian, Little Kid, Fur Dad…that’s more like it.

Happy Anniversary Tommy, I love you.

P.S. Craig himself was able to retrieve my Craigslist ad at the time, which became part of my wedding vows.  If anyone needs it for a good laugh, or a personal ad, let me know…it works pretty good.

Wedding Day winding down

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Facelift…

Time for a new look for the blog…header photo credit to Nica Lorber from the Sierra Buttes Trail Stewardship. She framed a cool shot of Tom at the trail day opening the North Yuba Trail.

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From Puppy to Dog

9 months.  We’ve officially drifted into the puppy-trapped-in-an-adult-body phase for Kona.  She no longer looks entirely like a puppy but her energy level and goofy habits make it clear she’s definitely still a puppy in mindset.  It also means she’s a tween (no one seemed to make up buzzwords for everything when I was actually a tween).  With the tween phase comes change and a need to reinforce the training started when she was a little puppy.  With a life in the country comes little necessity for being on a leash…or much socialization around other dogs.  The leash part she’s pretty good at…meaning I can count the times she’s tripped me on one hand.  It’s not that she doesn’t get the leash but rather her understanding is overwhelmed by uncontained excitement at the prospect of running/walking/harassing Bodie.  We’ll get there.  In the meantime, she’s still working through her list of firsts…first mountain bike ride, first swim, etc.  Ya, we document the dog growing up like she’s our kid…because she is.

Kona first ride

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Trail Access

I usually try to steer clear of bringing up anything on this blog that is even remotely political…life is too short and I’d rather spend time sharing pictures and stories than talking about anything serious. However, since the snow is starting to melt (although it hasn’t stopped snowing!) and it will soon be time to hit the trails, I can’t resist…

I’m a California native…born and raised here and lived most of my life here. I’ve also lived in Seattle and Missoula, Montana. I’ve travelled most of the western US in search of adventures outside. Although I know all states and user groups have localized trail access/user issues, I’m going to focus on part of northern CA since I live here and pay taxes here.

Tom and I have dogs, ride mountain bikes, ride dirtbikes, backpack, hike, fly-fish and kayak (ok, I’m a danger to myself in a kayak so that is limited to Tom), occasionally we drive a backcountry 4×4 road. About the only “user group” we can’t claim to be a part of is the equestrian crowd. Although we have the space for horses and I lived on a horse ranch for 3+ years, we decided we weren’t prepared for responsibility of having horses, especially given how much time we spent with other activities and our geographical challenges with Tom’s job.

About 7 years ago, we escaped the SF Bay Area…yes, I said escaped. Although the Bay Area has a huge variety of types of trails to explore, due to the massive population density, the trails are wrought with constant use issues. Many trails are segregated such that only certain activites are allowed on certain trails…there are often other rules too, such as whether trails can be used after dark. I could spend hours telling stories of confrontations with people from user groups I consider myself a part, with rangers, etc. The experience of getting outside to enjoy being outside was often tainted by encounters with other people, bitter at having to share the trails with a user they don’t like probably due to generalization based on a previous negative encounter, or just because I was lucky enough to catch them on a crabby day.

So we moved to the Sierra foothills, where the less dense population seems to result in less encounters/issues and generally happier people out on the trails. The rules seem to be somewhat less although there are still trail designations that only allow certain activities in certain places. Ironically, when I lived in the Bay Area, I would say I swung farther to the environmentalist side of the scale, however, now that we live where we do, that perspective has been tempered. For example, it’s easy to be against logging or forest management when you live in a city and aren’t faced with annual wildfire danger. That being said, we chose to live where we do and accept the risk that comes with it but we’ve gained a previously absent perspective that managing the forest brings.

During the time we’ve lived in the Sierras, we’ve seen an road/trail inventory take place in our local national forest. Not surprisingly, while the forest service entertained multiple options to manage the log of roads and trails, a battle was waged between the OHV (off highway vehicle) groups and the conservation type groups. Although some may claim I have bias as a dirtbiker (we don’t officially belong to either type of group), it always seems the environmental argument was to shut down and close access where ever possible to preserve wilderness whereas the OHV groups simply wanted what exists to be left open…no one was arguing for new trail access. The action taken fell somewhere in the middle but more towards the environmental side of the scale. Trail systems previously open year round now have a “wet season closure” from Jan 1 to April 15…and the head of the NF can choose to keep trails closed until things dry out. I’m all for keeping the trails from being destroyed but if it’s relatively dry winter, still no trail access. The sad thing is that the decision is more likely a result of the economic times reducing the NF staff to a level where the NF can’t monitor, much less maintain anything in the forest anymore.

The irony of it all was that the NF roads and trails had to be considering multi-use…technically they always have been multi-use but who the hell would go hiking in an OHV area when you can hike in a wilderness area and have the quiet and experience you’d expect rather than hearing a bunch of quads or dirtbikers?   So why were the enviros arguing to close an area that was historically logged (which is why the roads and trail exists in the first place)?

After spending years camping out and enjoying the mountain biking and outdoors in the vicinity of a little town called Downieville, we decided to buy a cabin nearby.  We also joined two trail groups, the Sierra Buttes Trail Stewardship and the Forest Trails Alliance.  Both groups support maintenance of existing trails and creation of new trails to support multi-use activities.  In some cases, trails are more limited, such as to non-motorized use but this is often a condition of also crossing private land or other requirement prerequisite to building/maintenance of said trail.  Both groups rely heavily on volunteer donations of time and money to meet the requisites for resurrecting old, creating new or maintaining existing trails.  These groups are compromised of individuals from all over the state, from a variety of background and interests, but all are concerned with maintaining our ability to access trails.

After all these years, I find it ironic that the most uninformed, close-minded people with regard to trail access continue to be people who are supposedly for conservation.  The irony comes in many forms…from people pushing trail closures on trails they live hundreds of miles away from to the only people who maintain the trails are the very user groups the conservation groups want barred from having access.  I was recently talking to a hunter (which I neither do nor completely understand) who told me he doesn’t care if he actually comes out with an animal, that for him, the best part is the day spent wandering the woods and enjoying being outside.  Ironic considering many people have the image of a redneck driving a truck with a beer in one hand and a rifle in the other, ready to shoot something if it runs by (which is entirely illegal by the way).

I’m not from the “can’t we all just get along” school of thought.  History clearly shows us that will never happen.  However, I’m not a pessimist either…I’m a realist.  I choose to employ logic and rationale.  The logic goes something like this…our country is a mess, our economy even worse.  The forest service, BLM and other government agencies no longer have the resources to manage the forests.  This is why private groups form trail stewardships, why forest land is leased to logging companies, why people with a common recreational interest band together to take care of the outdoor areas they love…someone has to.  The vast majority of people recreating in the forest and on the trails are responsible, considerate users.  They appreciate being outside, that’s why they are there.  So when other individuals band together to bar access from something to which all users have historically had access to…it’s immediately inflammatory.  These are the types of individuals that rather than try to work together with other user groups, they send their lawyers after the forest service.  They don’t want anyone to use the land.  Does anyone who joins these groups fully understand the ramifications of the results of their actions and lawsuits.  For example, when an area is closed to any mechanized use (this designation was created so mtn bikes could be excluded)…this also means no one can legally bring in chainsaws to clean the trail of downed trees each winter.  That equipment, such as a motorized wheelbarrow, cannot be utilized to address erosion problems or move rocks from a rock slide…tasks not easily managed with hand tools.  They are the details overlooked when instead images are pushed of a few irresponsible motorized users riding when it’s too muddy.

Again, the irony strikes me…I love being outside…it’s what I’ve spent most of my life doing.  I’m also an animal lover…which is probably why I could never hunt.  I live in the woods…in two places…both of which are in extreme fire zones in the summer.  I’m a scientist by education, having taken years of biology/zoology courses from wanting to initially be a veterinarian.  And someone out there thinks they have a valid reason to keep me out of the forest and off of the trails, that I’m destroying the environment or don’t otherwise understand the impact I’m having on it…we’ll see about that.

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