We got cooked in the smoky heat of the Fraser Canyon, and failed to reach the Camelsfoot Range on our first attempt.
Joined by friends Marius and Adriana a few days later, our second approach proved more fruitful.
The making of a bikepacking route is at times frustrating. Usually, anyone wanting to ride their bike for more than a day just follows the road map to wherever they want to go. We don’t care were we go, only what the riding is like. The less likely it is for a road to appear on a map, the more likely I am to enjoy it. If it can be linked with singletrack trails, even better. If there are no trees and smooth ground, we don’t even need a road or trail. That means alpine, and alpine is code for scenic. I like that best.
Since not many people are into this – it’s an emerging market for the marketers out there – there’s no information, so I do a lot of squinting at Google Earth. I noticed an unusually long and gentle alpine ridge making a stripe across the Camelsfoot Range – Nine Mile Ridge. Good name, right? Parallel, and just north, is the now closed China Head FSR. “Washed out.” “Very rough.” “Only suitable for 4WD vehicles.” Easily linked into a loop with that big ridge. Perfect.
I had proudly drawn what appeared to be a gorgeous loop in the middle of nowhere, at least 50km to a road suitable for my minivan in any direction. In a couple places, the line involved some wishful thinking and guesswork. That’s the step I think a lot of people are missing when they tell me about their struggles to plan a route. Usually, no one can tell me if my intended route is going to work. At a certain point, you just have to count on the last puzzle pieces appearing, or on a bit of your own grit to make do without.
Panthea and I left the car in Clinton on our first attempt to access the Camelsfoot loop, and approached by the most obvious road, from the east. With plans to ride with friends in the South Chilcotins only four days away, we had the lofty goal to ride it in three unreasonably long days. Arriving at the Big Bar ferry, which plies the same crossing of the Fraser used 150 years ago, after only 70km, we were thoroughly cooked, and over 2000m vertical below the top of Nine Mile Ridge. Another 4km on we found the first spring and stopped. It took us two days to backtrack to Clinton in our heat-exhausted state.
United with friends in the South Chilcotins, this time we headed east – around the top of the Shulaps Range, across the upper reaches of the Yalakom Valley, and on to our elongated loop, twice across the top of the Camelsfoot. Over four days, and 160 tough kilometers, we found a perfect backcountry riding cocktail: buff meadow singletrack, nirvanic alpine doubletrack, a bit of bushwhacking, some trail-less alpine riding, burly big mountain DH, rooty forest trails, and a little bit of gravel grinding.
As the number of mountain bikers travelling into the South Chilcotins swells, so do the number of float plane trips, roaring down the valley, every hour in summer, with the drone of a Nascar event. Ironically, a wilderness silence is easily found outside the park, on quad and moto trails that rarely see traffic outside of hunting season. The back side of the Coast Mountains is a big place with many mountain ranges sharing the perfect climate and topography that has made the South Chilcotins a famous riding destination. We were pleased to discover a network of high quality trails outside the boundaries of South Chilcotin Mountains Park.
A few kilometers into our third day, the menacing clouds finally unleashed a deluge. Soon we found our connection on an old logging road totally impassible with gloppy mud.
We made a camp, washed our bikes in a creek and waited. By late afternoon, the road was drying out, and we forged upward, aiming to climb part way up onto Nine Mile Ridge.
Soon, we pushed toward a promising camp spot in the dark, and the next day, some more pushwhacking onto the ridge crest
And then it was all down hill.
After several kilometers of open alpine free riding, we found a trail leading off the ridge and ever-steepening into a rowdy, big mountain DH run.
Some final, exposed switch-backs brought us down to the Yalakom River, still 30km from the car.
We rested with a bit of gravel grinding, before getting onto a quad trail, which faded into a single track with the daylight. Another big, loose singletrack descent, this time in the dark, brought us down to our cars around 11pm. The ingredients of a five-star bikepacking experience are hard-won, and that is what makes such a riding cocktail so rewarding. Away from the world of racing, shuttling, innovation, and marketing, mountain biking is distilled into its primordial essence. It's just pedalling bikes in the mountains. And it's fun.