PRESIDENTS MESSAGE and GEORGETOWN OUTING REPORT: by Le Wallin
It was early in August, 2007 and the plan for TBSA was to be in the high country around Packer Lake in the Tahoe National Forest. Unfortunately, the forest was so dry and fire such a threat that the Tahoe NF shut down all off-road vehicle traffic. Since you had to go north to the A Tree or Gold Lake to get into Plumas National Forest, this put approximately 90% of our trails off limits. So hi, Georgetown - Rock Creek, here we come.
As usual, we camped at the Bald Mountain staging area with elevation a bit under 4,000 feet. We were at least ten degrees better off than the valley, but they were at 104 so it did get warm. The trails were showing a good bit of wear and tear; some were talking of an enduro being run not too long before. It was dry and slippery with a combination of loose rock and about an inch of powder dirt - a fine slip and slide combination, especially on downhills. Quite a few of our riders came back with marks of the trail upon them. One of our guys looked like Mother Nature tried to hand him and the rope broke at the last second (save his life, I bet).
Then there was the orange bike rider who must have been commissioned by the GPS manufacturer to test how deep their product could be submerged and still function. We know he did a good job at submerging the unit, but we have not as yet seen the report as to whether the unit still functions. Some days short legs and big motorcycles just dont get along. Oh, well, he took the next day off.
He was replaced by Mr. Smith on Saturday, which kept the color combination going - one blue one, a red one, and, of course, an orange one! This ride became known as the upsy downsy ride. It started with an ornery downhill littered with loose rocks softball size and, of course, loose dirt. And now comes the section its named for. The fearless leader was sure he was on a hot trail when a large tree came down over it, but previous riders had climbed an 80-degree bank to get around the impediment and, of course, another 80 degrees by 30-foot drop back to the trail. About 200 yards down the trail, a second tree is down and again its up and around and down to the trail. Oh, yes, about another 100 yards and tree #3 is down - yup, same story - gas it up the dry slippery slope and hang on while you slip and slide down to the trail. A quarter of a mile goes by and the trail comes to an end in the shape of a small circle where all the other bikes turned around and then, oh, yes, you get to do the upsy downsy ride all over again.
We left this trail without a tear in anyones eye cause we knew the next one was going to be great. And, sure enough, the start was, but the trail became a serious straight downhill; soon it was no longer a trail - it was a groove and the groove became deeper until your feet were almost as high staying out of the groove as the handlebars and, sure enough, here comes the four-foot rocky drop-off. The blue bike rider chickened out and walked his bike down the drop. The red bike rider make it look like he had done this before. And the orange bike rider did well until the last second, getting down the drop-off but then trapping his right leg in the ongoing groove. That was enough for this bunch - they knew where the cold beer was and headed right for it. Sunday, the deep sea diver joined us again, making it the Four Musketeers. We took a 75-mile ride to Robs for lunch, up to Loon Lake for an overlook of the start of the Rubicon Trail, a side jaunt to the Ellicott Bridge and back to camp.
That was good enough for the geezers - maybe one of the hot shoes will tell their story. We do know that Robin was so happy to be back in camp that he threw himself to the ground, thanked God and fell asleep on the ramp of his trailer. Must have been quite a ride.