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Recon








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I had been planning a ride for some time. I had done portions of this ride in the past, and wanted to piece together
a mighty loop, taking in the absolute best of the southern Sierra Nevada. This would be a ride to rival the Cannell Plunge,
yet not require the horrendous shuttle up to Sherman Pass. As you can see in the maps above, I had been very busy with Topo!,
plotting and measuring. It was an exercise akin to spec'ing out your dream truck at the Ford website - I knew full well that
many features of this ride were projected wishful thinking. After all, it was only mid spring, and there was a good chance
the snow would not allow for portions of the ride to be completed.

I also had some help, and many 'teaser' pics, in the form of an excellent website, Mountain Bike Bill. The plan was hatched
when I started to try to connect, on map, the Portugese Pass area with points north. Eventually my wandering eye roved north
to the Great Western Divide Highway, where I'd done some riding before. Mountain Bike Bill had two rides listed in this area,
both in the neighborhood of Quaking Aspen Campground, near Camp Nelson. One trail, the Summit Trail, sounded iffy by Bill's
description. The other, the Freeman Creek Trail, sounded like a natural piece to the loop I had in mind. Another segment of
the Summit Trail, south of Quaking Aspen, looked like the perfect zenith of the loop. Topping out at over 9300' and promising a
full 8 miles of prime singletrack up and over Slate Mountain, this simple black line on a map caused my heart to skip a few beats.

Saturday, April 21st, 2007


Out before dawn, I got to witness some beautiful morning alpenglow on snowy Frazier Peak and Mount Pinos, then dipped into the
southern end of the San Joaquin Valley. Bakersfield bound.

The 178 uncoiled under my tires as I sped along the lower reaches of the Kern River. I passed the Freeway Ridge trailhead and
felt that familiar twinge of curiosity - Hmmm...what's up there? Some other time, maybe...

Isabella, Wooford Heights, Kernville, Fairview...JOHNSONDALE!!! Feels like home. My buddy Gary and I used to hang out up
here rock climbing and fishing a lot. Not much has changed since those years, except now half the trees look like used
matchsticks. This was Ground Zero for the McNally fire. I'd seen some of the aftermath riding the Cannell Plunge a few years
ago, but I had no idea the fire had spread this far north and west. It was a sad sight, but the ash was giving rise to a
kick-a$$ wildflower bloom.



The Beginning




Bridge over Nobe Young Creek


I parked a few hundred yards south of Camp Whitsett, at the start of the road to Last Chance Meadow. This was a part of the
loop I'd done before. It's a beautiful climb up through huge granite domes that dot this region of the Kern. I crossed a
bridge over Nobe Young Creek where it cascades over granite slabs and kept climbing into a puffy-cloud blue-sky day.

The road gets steep just before Last Chance Meadow, then mellows for a wander through a shady grove before hitting the Great
Western Divide Highway. I made a right, north, on the higway and soon met a ranger headed south. We gabbed for a bit, and I
got the feeling he was trying to hint at something. I knew the road was closed, and he was making a big deal about why I
wasn't seeing any traffic. We bid eachother farewell, and then he came out with it... "Don't let the Highway Patrol catch
you up here. They'll give you a ticket! But I don't think they'll be around any more today." Hmmm.

I hit the Crawford Road up to Windy Gap and made a left, now headed west. The road got steadily mushier with snowmelt, and
then patches began to appear. About 0.5 mile past Nobe Young Meadow the snow got consistent enough that I decided to leave
the Slate Mountain portion of the ride for next time. I found a nice sunny spot and had a little breakfast. Then, back to the
highway.

I really burned rubber up the highway, standing and hammering for extended stints. That's not an easy thing for a flatlander
at 7000' elevation! Soon I had a spectacular sight before me. The spherical profile of Dome Rock came into view, with a
snow-plastered Olancha Peak visible in the distance, far across the Kern River. Gads, what a view!



Dome Rock (left) and Olancha Peak (right, background)


I passed by the road down to Dome Rock, noting that there were fresh tire tracks there, and kept spinning. Then I passed the
road closure at Ponderosa, looking back at the signs and pretending to be surprised, lest some CHP officer was scoping out
the scene. The road rolled up and down some more, then descended through aspen trees still bare of spring buds. When I got
to Quaking Aspen Campground, I made a right and headed again north towards the Freeman Creek Trail.



Freeman Creek Trailhead




Snowy trail through the forest


This was one of those rare trails in the Sierra Nevada that is explicitly signed as bike-friendly. And, indeed, it was. The
trail was nice and wide, but not too much, and swooped through the fir trees and over creeks on well-built bridges. There
was still a bit of snow, and I walked a bit through the slush, but gradually the trail cleared. I stopped for lunch in an
incredible grove of white fir trees covered in heavy coats of moss. Lounging on a rock in the sun, surrounded by quiet
forest, I almost dozed.

After lunch, I continued down the trail and... HOLY CRAP! That's a BIG frikken tree! Over the next couple miles, I'd round a
corner in the trail and nearly fall off the bike as I came upon larger and larger sequoias. Most of these giants predated
the rise of the Roman Empire. A couple select specimens were nearly as old as the Chinese calendar. Stunning and humbling,
almost frighteningly big, these trees were simply a shock to see.



Giant sequoia trees




More giant sequoias


After a while of being repeatedly shocked and awed, I came across perhaps the second biggest tree I'd ever seen in my whole
life. This thing was a monster! The only tree I'd seen that was bigger was maybe the General Sherman Tree in Yosemite's
famous Mariposa Grove. I put my bike against it to get a shot with a little perspective.



A really big tree!


Having been forced to contemplate the utter brevity of human life, I continued my descent to the George H. W. Bush Tree. This
tree was dedicated to the supreme war profiteer himself, who stooped low and 'preserved' this grove for future generations,
probably to soothe what little conscience he has. In protest, I declined to photograph the Bush Tree, and continued on my
merry way.

Soon I popped out onto the Upper Kern Road near Lloyd Meadows. Here, I had a choice. I could take the road south, as originally
planned, and have travelled before, or I could set out into terra incognita and squeeze in a little more singletrack before
the final road session back to the car. What would you do? That's what I thought...

Across the road, the Freeman Creek Trail continued on past Pyles Camp. This section, though a bit more sandy, had a more wild
character and was a little more fun in places. Gradually the trail began to climb past Pyles Camp on it's return to the road.
I had to cross the creek in a few places, and braided cowtracks caused me some confusion. Trails were everywhere! I lost
the 'official' trail and hit the road 100 yards north of where I should have, but it's all good.

Now all I had was the final road session back to the car. This was familiar terrain. I'd driven this stretch many times by
car, and biked it twice. I couldn't wait to get to my favorite rest stop, a huge rock outcrop 1200' above the Kern River, at
the foot of the magnificent Voodoo Dome. Along the way, I passed beneath Merlin Dome, the only dome in the Needles group that
I've actually climbed.



Merlin Dome




Looking 1200' down into the Kern River Canyon


After a snack break in the sun, overlooking the Kern River, I hacked out the final few miles back to Camp Whitsett, enjoying
the wind-down of the easy pavement, soaking up the last little bit of Kern River scenery before twilight. Though it cost me a
few extra bucks gas money, I avoided the traffic and drove out through Alta Sierra and down the 155 into Delano, where I
picked up the 65 into Bakersfield and on to home.

Though I didn't complete the loop I'd planned, this was certainly one of the finest days I've spent in the mountains. I'll
call this a recon, for now I know where to go for the best loop in the Southern Sierra.

FIN!




Posted by Dr Wellington Yueh on 04/27/07

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  • Re: Recon
    Great story/pics, Doc.. :)
    Posted by Crzyridr33 a 35 year old Die-hard Enthusiast riding a very light bike on 04/27/07
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  • Re: Recon
    Way cooler than STPs write-ups anyday! At least yours has pics...I like pics...hint, hint, STP!
    Posted by GhostRider a 31 year old Downhiller on 04/27/07
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  • Re: Recon
    Tom, great story and thanks as always for sharing a cool tale and of course pics. We've got to meet up for a SM ride one of these days, or you can come up and do some of the nice stuff here (tho' nearwhere's a nice as there!) GR: I've got pics. Just have to have the film developed, but I can't post them here anyways, as I don't have my own website dedicated to me.
    Posted by STP a 48 year old Racer riding a K2 Razorpiggie from P'Dale on 04/27/07
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  • Re: Recon
    STP...just so you know, I actually read your your write-ups....and you read very well.

    .....I don't usually make a habit of throwing out props all willi-nilly (like a lot of folks do)...don't tell anybody, though, I have a mag rep to maintain.

    However, the continuation of this thread is usless w/o more pics.
    Posted by GhostRider a 31 year old Downhiller on 04/27/07
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  • Re: Recon
    Thanks, guys.

    Reg, you've got way more passion for this kinda thing. Mine reads like Michner, yours like Stephen King!
    Posted by Dr Wellington Yueh on 04/27/07
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  • Re: Recon
    Absofukinlutely some of the most nectar stuff I have seen in a while Dr.
    Thanks for taking the time to write and photograph this stuff. I have got to get out on a real ride some week.
    Paz afuera
    Posted by Papisimo riding a Gary Fisher 29er mofo from Flogsville on 04/30/07
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  • Re: Recon
    Nice shots
    Posted by Intenserider2 a 32 year old riding a A pair of KHS from Colorado on 05/04/07
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    Re: Recon Nice shots
    Posted by Intenserider2 a 32 year old riding a A pair of KHS from Colorado on 05/04/07

    See...I knew it, I knew it! I knew somebody had my back.....


    Posted by GhostRider a 31 year old Downhiller on 05/04/07
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