In search of single track

This is the first year in our long lives that we have been the possessors of a season ski pass. The novelty of a ski pass and epic early season conditions have had us up at Squaw Valley at least once or twice a week. Since the ski season started in late November we haven't attempted any other activity that doesn't involve skis and snow.

Well every good thing must pass and so the epic snow conditions that made up December have refused to visit January. As of Friday we were skiing on the same snow we have skied on since new years weekend. Four weeks without a refresh made the ski hills gleaming balls of ice, so we took the weather into our own hands. We decided to pack up the mountain bikes and head to warmer country.

We started out with high hopes and some bad directions from a friendly hiker, and soon we were climbing an incredibly steep fire road up the side of a river canyon looking at the stellar singletrack we could be enjoying - on the other side of the river. Fortunately there was a freeway at the top of the grade, and the freeway had a bridge across the river, and soon we were cruising down the swooping singletrack.


Everyone seems rather perplexed about the flat tire.


Crossing the bridge to find some trails


The elusive single track below