Bikepacking out of Ohiopyle

This is recycled from the work blog. Original post here.

The Quebec Run Wild Area is a really cool system of trails to the south of Ohiopyle. I've been looking at some maps for a while, and figuring out a way to ride from town to the wild area on single-track and double-track the whole way.  

So last Saturday I loaded up my pack (the Adventure Satchel XXL) and started the climb out of the valley.

  

The trail that goes into Quebec is a ten-mile piece of single track called the White Tail Trail. My plan was to ride a gravel road out of Ohiopyle, take a trail through some state gameland, hit the White Tail Trail into Quebec, watch a cyclocross race that was going on near Quebec, then camp and ride back into work the next morning.

The climb out of Ohiopyle was pretty brutal with a loaded pack. Since I was on that stupid big gear I race on, I couldn't stay in the saddle. And since I had 35 pounds of camping gear on my back, it wasn't easy to pedal out of the saddle either.

 

But I made it to the top and into the gamelands. A few miles in, I saw about 40 trucks parked in the woods. At that point, I realized that it was the first day of bear season, and I was wearing a woolly black shirt.

The rest of the ride through the hunting zone was less than relaxing. When I got to the entrance of the White Tail Trail off of Skyline Drive, I saw more hunters. Since I had no desire to be mistaken for an emaciated bear and shot, I decided to ride the road the rest of the way to the cross race. But at least now I know that the trail to Quebec does exist. It even has fresh blazes. I'll just have ride it when there's less firepower in the woods. But buzzing along Skyline Drive wasn't so bad:  

A couple hours later, I made it to the cross race. I hung out for a while and heckled some people. Especially Cinder Bloch, whose bicycle choice was a little suspect:

Photo by Fred Jordan

Then I started the long climb back up the ridge. I made it to my camping spot above Uniontown just before dark, and got a little fire going.

I knew it wasn't going to rain, so I didn't bring a tent. I sat next to the fire and looked out at all the bright lights a few miles below. Ate two pots of Ramen, burned up all my firewood, and drank the contents of the flask I brought along. I was hoping that I would be drunk enough to sleep all night without noticing the cold (see simulated summer.)

That worked for about two hours. Then I woke up. It was 25 degrees, and the wind was ripping across the overlook I was sleeping on. I wrapped my ground cover around myself, hoping that it would keep some heat in.

It didn't. But it did keep some moisture in, and soaked my sleeping bag.

I drifted in and out of shivering sleep for the next few hours, then at 4:30 I decided to get up and start riding back to town. The sun was starting to rise when I got back to Skyline Drive, and the morning was bright clear. 

Pretty, but bright clear mornings are cold mornings. I thought my fingers were going to freeze and snap off as I descended the mountain back to Ohiopyle.

When I got back to town, I spent a long time thawing myself out in front of a little oil heater before I opened the store. Overall, it was a pretty good mini-bikepacking trip, even though hunting season kept me from riding all the trails I planned on. I ended up riding 45 miles the first day, and 15 the next morning. Not a bad little adventure from the front door.

The Dirty Dozen

Another year, another 13 hills down (one of the hills was actually closed for construction this year, but I made up for it by doing Canton twice.) I rode a single speed again, because that's all I have. Although it was my third time doing the ride on a single, it still hurt. Shocking.

Unfortunate photos were taken of me looking like some sort of dwarven monster:

Photo by Mr. Newman of the Bicycle Times 

I think it's the pants. They make my legs look short.

Relatedly, my tiny girlfriend also completed the ride this year. Those pants don't make her legs look short, her legs make her legs look short:


 Since I'm so darn proud of her, I'll defer the race reporting to her blog space.

Not Dead Yet

The Dick speaks, the people listen. It's not a Knobby Meats post, but I did finally get the opportunity to do some writing on the internet again. With mildly terrifying beaked baby shower bears:

School is absolutely crushing me this semester. Many papers have been written, books read, and computer screens shouted at. Which leaves little time for bicycle riding or writing. But at least it's almost over. And I'm doing my first cross race of the season this weekend:

I'm sure that Old Man Pflug and Older Old Man Shogren are quaking in their boots.