Fall is synonymous with cyclocross. Back in D.C. I was lucky enough to enjoy a bounty of racing options every weekend from September to December. Organized by great folks like @cxhairs and @dcmtb and more. CX races have always felt like a party and the scene a family. It's always worth mentioning that races don't just fall into place. Cool shit happens because awesome organizers and volunteers expend countless hours in a labor of love.
Turns out my new home in the Sacramento Valley is no different. I've been in Davis for about a month now and kept hearing, "Go race Rodeocross!"
Unsanctioned cross in a rodeo arena where they spin punk records in the woods, beneath string lights with boozed-soaked fans on bone-dry trails?!?!?! #shutupandtakemymoney! Ok I could do without the bone-dry trails, but helllzz yess, this sounds like a cross race to me.
And it was.
I arrived with minutes to spare. No preride. No warmup. Enjoyed friendly competition. Rode like an idiot, found new ways screw up basic turns each lap. Legs screamed. The foreign taste of anaerobic efforts filled my throat (I used to train for these things, might try that again sometime). Rowdy fans. Fast music and just general awesomeness. It was a grand time.
Thanks to everyone involved with this event. Can't wait to race again and to get to know a new cross community.
While this ferry looks ideal, our first night on Cres was not. Arriving with seconds to spare we ran to the ferry with bags falling out of our arms. We made it on just in time and finished building our bikes while clouds moved in. Our first night on Cres we rode about 500 meters in pouring rain to the forest and quickly set up camp. I awoke to a flat tire (should of brought extra sealant, all dried up 😐). I threw a new tube in as it continued to rain. We looked at each other seriously questioning how relaxing this “vacation” was going to be. Luckily the rain quickly blew away and the sun greeted us. The funny thing about these little islands is how quickly the weather and terrain changes in just a few KM’s. Going from rocky, arid, hot, dusty, to rain, hail, thick clouds, and dense wet forest. After Cres, we modified the @bikepackingcom route on Krk, heading instead down to Rab for another day of islands riding. All the while staring at Velebit on the mainland, a constant reminder of the mountain days to come.
Velebit was calling. We arrived back on the mainland at 5:30pm, taking a ferry from Rab to Stinica. We had a big climb ahead to Alan (4,600 ft in 15 miles), np we could knock it out in 3 hours, right? WRONG. It was getting dark and we weren’t even halfway to the hut. Scrambling to find flat ground after endless switchbacks, we gathered grass and brush to pitch our tent on something other than sharp rocks. The morning we climbed another 2 hours to the summit, all the while staring in awe behind us of the islands we rode days before, sitting thousands of feet below in the sea. We cruised on gravel forest roads between karst towers watching the landscape change again from the dry coastal side over the ridge to dense forest a patches of snow. Big climbs mean big descents. We enjoyed screaming down ridges again with glimpses of the sea and hanggliders. We refueled in Gospic and began a sobering ride through the war-scarred valley, navigating areas still littered with mines.
Out of the valley and right back up! We found ourselves back on chunky climbs and descents. When it gets loose and technical, downhill is less relaxing and more taxing as it takes all your focus to stay upright. The views sure didn’t hurt and the weather kept in our favor. The waterfalls were alive with lush grasses and the hills with goats and poppies. We met a family of German campers who drove through the night to paddle the Krupa river.
Slackpacking. I haven’t owned a proper mountain bike for almost 10 years and it was deeply missed. Taking pictures of my friends dirt jumping and doing dumb stair gaps is what made me fall in love with photography and bikes in the first place. Finally this winter I got a new bike! It’s nothing special, but this kind of bike never even existed when I started riding, with a 27.5+ tires and a slacked out geo I knew I could get into some trouble again.
Our final days to Split treated us to the gorgeous falls in Krka (we may of slept in the park after-hours, being too tired to ride to a real campsite). The treat to bike packing is the solitude. Unlike other tours I’ve done, you could ride all day with out seeing any cars. The best part being reuniting with a village or city the following day and enjoying awesome descents ripping into town. Our final day proved the hardest of the whole trip, 3 hours of hike-a-bike (basically bushwhacking) up a thorn adorned climb. After an afternoon in Split we headed to Brac to reunite with Marko one last time and then pack up the bikes and off to Venice.
The catalyst for this trip was to visit dear friends Marko and Ana in their homeland. I worked with Marko for years in DC before he returned to Zagreb. Marko stoked my love for endurance sports and fresh bread. I'll never tire of their unique blend of deadpan and goofy sense of humor. They are warm beautiful people and my life is all the better for them.
Also big thanks to Snehee for being an amazing partner in every sense. Last thanks to bikepacking.com for being a great resource and inspiration for the culture.
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