remembering the roots (and rocks)
July 24, 2009
As far as ruts go, riding Corner Canyon, with its Jacob’s Ladder, its Ghost Falls, its Clarks, its BST, even its newish downhill run, is a pretty good rut. I can be on the local singletrack about 5 seconds after leaving my driveway. Really.
But Elden has forced us to remember our roots. I feel like Simba when Mufasa appears in the sky and tells him he has forgotten who he is. “You must go back and take your place in the Circle of Life.”
So this morning we did it old school. Start at the dam, up Tibble Fork to the four way at the top, down Joy (south fork of deer creek), across the road, past people who pitched tents ON the trail, up to summit, out the Ridge (157), left to climb up Mud Springs, down Mud to rejoin Tibble Fork, and down to the dam. Only like 12 miles and about 2.5 hours, but almost 3,000 feet of elevation, and some really really nasty climbing. And by nasty, I mean awesome.
I would show you the video, but while Elden brought the helmet cam, he also brought dead batteries. Which meant he got to ride in the helmet cam helmet, but without taking video. Kind of like a dunce cap.
About 16 years ago, I bought a forest service map of American Fork Canyon, traced possible routes with a marker, and just headed out. This route has endured as the best of them all. Big Tibble. Sweet sweetness. But because of the Corner Canyon rut, in the last couple years I’ve only made it up here once or twice a Summer.
That’s a sin in some religions. Including mine.
Top of Mud Springs. 3 miles and almost 3,000 feet of fast, technical downhill about to start:
Lottsa happiness here. Kickin it old school.
It takes just over 20 minutes to drive here. I need to do that more often. Cars can be our friends.