On Sunday a bunch of us headed out to El Dorado Canyon for some mountain biking. Last to arrive as usual, I was surprised at how many people showed up when Scott R and I finally pulled into the trailhead parking area. Jason from Reno even joined us, the first time any of us had met him.
This canyon is THE place to put your suspension to the test. I had entertained the thought of bringing the rigid bike out there, and almost wished I had during the first climb, a long gravel grinder out of the rodeo grounds. As soon as we got to the rocks though, I realized it would’ve been a grave mistake. My Kona Coiler was soaking up the bumps, and keeping my internal organs where they were supposed to be.
Once down at the bottom of El Dorado Canyon, I was surprised to see about the same amount of water as we saw last Fall. Lester once again rode his amphibious assault bike through the biggest puddle there. I crawled my bike through all the creek crossings to keep the lube in my chain.
Not too far up, the water in the creek was gone, but there were still many dry creek bed crossings. It was fun to pick a line through the rocks and see if you could make it through. Lots of sound effects were coming from all the riders.
It wasn’t long before we got to the Sullivan Canyon intersection. Scott R and I headed west up Sullivan Canyon, and the rest of the guys continued on for an extended ride. I named this post “Part 1” in hopes somebody will tell the story of the upper loop. Scott R and I climbed for awhile, but had to stop to fix my squealing front brake. What a racket! It would be perfect off the bike, but as soon as I started riding, the wheel would flex enough to make the disc rub on the pads. I’m guessing I need my spokes tensioned, or I need to lay off the Jiffy Burgers.
We ended pushing the bikes up the last sandy hill that would take us to the Bull Run Spring descent, the funnest part of my ride that day. We didn’t get confused in the trees this time, and kept the downhill flow going.
When we got back down to El Dorado Canyon, we got off the bikes and played on the cool rocks. You could spend days out here exploring all the interesting canyons and rocks.
We must’ve took a wrong turn somewhere, and ended up riding through the ancient ruins of Jericho. We found our way back to Lyon County soon enough though.
It was also about this time that there were major problems back at work. Thankfully I had no knowledge of the crisis, my cell phone being safely back at home. Ignorance is bliss. I doubt I would’ve had reception in the canyon anyhow. Especially in the rattlesnake den.
We bombed down the last dirt hill, and then hit the gravel road where we met a strong headwind. It felt like we had parachutes on! We were glad for the last steep descent into the Rodeo Grounds, because could actually coast down hill. We took the bikes over to the watering trough and gave them a good drink before loading them up. They’d been good bikes, and we were proud of them.
And now for a few videos…
Seemed steeper in person…
Bull Run Spring Trail
The rocks of El Dorado Canyon
More pictures of the ride on the Flickr page HERE.