The straight goods on Kicking Horse Bike Park, straight from the trail crew's fingertips.
The drought is upon us. The sky is no longer nourishing our trails with dihydrogen monoxide. We will continue to moisten the dirt as best we can with the sweat from our brows, but even this will dry up as we work ourselves into a prune-like state under the relentless sun. But, boy, it's sure a beautiful summer up here!Details inside
,It has been all about the alpine up at Kicking Horse lately. Summer is going full throttle, everything has been open for at least a couple of weeks, and it is time to spend time above the trees. Let's have a look, shall we:
Rock Garden, with a very small person riding the wood
While we are up here, close to the sun, spirits high, let's feature some alpine trails
Extended play on Friday nights has incredible light at the end of the day. Perfect for making brand new fathers look good on their bikes.
It hasn't just been about enjoying the intoxicating views though, we had to do some work while we were up there. Here's what we have done:Chute to View
: "A 10 to 15 minute job," I explained to Matt, as we approached this rock that sat in a potential jump landing. The jump was off-camber, but figured it was worth 10-15 minutes to improve.
"Only a 10 minute job"
"Hey, there are a lot of rocks, big rocks"
After forming the jump, we discovered it sent riders on a trajectory toward a huge boulder, which then led to another perfect jumping rock...which had another huge boulder in the landing. Luckily (for us) Ethan and Terry stopped by (unluckily for them) and we shanghaied them into wrestling these demons with us.
3 hours later: new jump line
Trail crew hearts public that helps instead of hurts
: A-Dawg ended his struggles with that damn teeter totter by surrendering. Instead of eternal frustration, he made this neato bridge extension:LYM
: Still, work continues on LYM. Now that everything else is too dry to work on, progress should pick up pace until the next rainfall.
Rock N Roll
Mosquitoes will do this to a guy
: The only thing that sucked about the new entrance was the entrance. So we made a new entrance to the new entrance. We think it doesn't suck mostly because it isn't a switchback.
goodbye switchback, hello berm
: There isn't much left to fix on this stone and wood delight now that we have popped this zit and healed the skin.
blown out ugly crap
Lower Kranky Pants
: We discovered a ground leak and a blocked drainage conspired with some organic material to spawn a spongy tire swallower before and after the first bridge. Imported some rocks and nice dirt, and voila!
: The dry weather certainly doesn't help keep trails together. Superberm is getting some dusty blown out areas, and there is nothing we can do until the sky wets us. But in mid-July we did manage to dig deep enough for some good dirt to fix this berm that had gotten dangerous:
May I rant? Yes, thank you, it's my blog. If you do not throw garbage on the hill, please feel free to skip to the next paragraph.
A flat tube may seem
like the ideal item to toss in the grass after switching it out for a brand spanking new one.
But I must protest
1,000 year composting program?
. Non-scientific studies show that that tube ain't going anywhere unless someone picks it up. And because you just threw it there and rode away, it will probably be a bike park employee. We do it because we love and respect this mountain, but quite frankly, we are feeling insulted by this behavior. Nowhere in our contracts does it say that we are responsible for proverbially wiping your butt. You carted the new one around all day, it seems reasonable to assume that you can take the old one to the bottom. Canyon Creek Outfitters will even recycle
them for you. Deep breath. Exhale.
So pray or yearn for rain in whatever way you pray or yearn. Everyone but the forest fire-fighters needs it. In the meantime, make sure your suspension is tight and your water bottle is full. If not, then you can always drink in the extraordinary views. See you up here.