Bikepacking - I'm just getting my toes in the water, but I'm loving the experience.
There's something about the desert of central and southern Utah that calls to me. It's the scenery, the solitude, the vast open night sky and general feeling of fascination with the place. Last Fall I mapped out a 40ish mile route in the San Rafael Swell and made plans that fell through because of bad weather. I made plans again this Spring which also fell through because of bad weather. A window of opportunity presented itself in late May and I decided to jump on it. The weather in northern Utah was going to be bad, but the weather in the Swell was supposed to be perfect - mid 70's, clear sky, slight breeze. I quickly packed late Thursday night in anticipation of leaving right after work on Friday. Work, being as it is this time of year, threw a wrench in my plans and I wasn't able to leave Friday after all. I almost gave up on the idea - it just didn't seem meant to be. I awoke to a cold rainy Saturday morning; the desert crowding out all other thoughts. I checked the weather forecast and it looked to be colder with a chance of rain for Saturday night...but only 20 percent. I added a warmer sleeping bag and waterproof jacket to my gear, then set out for the trailhead.
The
road was well graded and easy peddling, but I rode slowly and stopped frequently. No need to rush through such beauty. Blue sky with fluffy white clouds. A light refreshing breeze. Mild temperatures. Beautiful scenery everywhere. Life was feeling pretty good.
The
graded road ended and the OHV trail began. The peddling became more
difficult - soft ground, rocks, steps, etc. I had to start focusing a
bit more on what was in front of me and less on soaking up the
surroundings.
Then
came the gentle but steady climb up a soft gravel wash. I was happy to have
my super fat tires. Overkill and extra weight for a graded road. Perfect
for a gravel wash.
The
scenery was fading and so was the daylight. It was getting time to start
looking for a place to camp. The gentle breeze was turning into
a steady, less then gentle, wind and the white fluffy clouds were being replaced by darker ones. There were decent rain storms a couple hours north and the wind and clouds
had me thinking I might meet that 20 percent chance of rain. I was still riding up the gravel wash. Better keep peddling.
About
6 miles later the route turned out of the wash and started heading
up. I was no longer concerned about setting up camp in a flash flood
zone, but the wind was steady now and there was no shelter to
be found. I had plenty of gear to keep me
warm, but spending the night exposed to the wind didn't sound all
that fun. Especially if it started raining too. Better keep peddling.
I started down the graded road peddling faster now. I didn't really like the looks of the weather. The idea of not camping won even though it was supposed to be a bikepacking trip, which inherently means camping. Time to crank out 20 miles and get back to my car. I was parked at a campground, I could camp there.
I spent the rest of the ride in my endurance zone: pedal, drink, eat, sing (usually just in my mind...sometimes aloud if no ones around and I'm really bored). Around 10pm I rolled up to my car. Happy and feeling really well. The wind was still blowing and the sky was now totally full of clouds - no stars to be seen. Falling asleep under a sky of clouds just doesn't have the same draw as a sky of stars. I packed up and drove home.
Not exactly how I'd envisioned things going. Better in some ways, more lame in others i.e. not actually camping. But it was a great experience and has me excited for more trips!
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