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!


































































