Sierra Backpacking Trip - Mono Pass, Mono Recesses, Gabbot Pass, Cox Col

Morning Clouds Near Lake Italy

This year's 6 day High Sierra hike took us (Paul/Janet) over Mono Pass near Rock Creek, into the Mono Recesses, then a cross country route over Gabbot Pass to Lake Italy. After a layover day to explore the Lake Italy basin, we headed over Cox Col (13,040') to return to Little Lakes Basin. It is at Cox Col where we ran into some difficulty on an otherwise smooth trip. If you'd like to cut to the chase, just read Day 5!

Day 1 - Rock Creek, Mono Pass, Golden Lake 

We start our hike at around 12:30 P.M. at Mosquito Flat near Rock Creek.

Janet works her way up the Mono Pass Trail

I like to do a half day on the first day, just to get used the pack and the hiking. In an afternoon, we can always get in far enough beyond the day hikers so all is good. The trail head here is at 10,200' so it's an easy 1800', 3 mile climb up to Mono Pass, one of the easiest ways over the Sierra Crest.

View of Little Lakes Basin as we ascend Mono Pass Trail

Ruby Lake from Mono Pass Trail

Old Stump, Mono Pass Trail

Janet ascends near Mono Pass

Strange looking dude near Mono Pass

A hiker ascends the North side of Mono Pass as we descend to Summit Lake

Janet descends near Summit Lake North side of Mono Pass

Summit Lake North side of Mono Pass

Summit Lake North side of Mono Pass

Red and White Mountain from near Mono Pass

Janet descends toward Golden Lake

Paul descends off trail toward Golden Lake

Golden Lake comes into view. There is a good use trail high on the Western (left) side.

We camp that night at Golden Lake (10,994') and have it to ourselves.

Paul cooks dinner at Golden Lake

Our camp at Golden Lake... blissful evening before the rain

In the absence of large trees, I look for a huge boulder to hang food. I can't explain the fancy footwork.

John Miur once said, "It never rains at night in the Sierra." That may have been true in his time, but now it's "almost" true. Earlier in the day we are treated to beautiful clouds and a nice breeze, but things are changing as we sleep. During the night we begin to here pitter patter of rain on our fly-less tent, so we jump out of our bags, do the midnight ramble to get the fly on, and we're back in the bags.

Morning at Golden Lake. Fly is on the tent.

Day 2 - Golden Lake to Pioneer Basin to Second Recess

As day breaks on day two, it's intermittent very light rain, mostly off, so we're able to have breakfast and pack up without everything being too wet. We hike down the drainage of Golden Lake to the Mono Creek trail.

Hiking down the drainage of Golden Lake to Mono Creek Trail

At the trail junction to Pioneer Basin, we ditch some of our gear, hang our food, and proceed to explore Pioneer Basin during the late morning.

Hanging food and ditching some gear for the Pioneer Basin hike.

It's a splendid hike, we do a loop up the West side of the Basin along the lakes, all the way up to the uppermost lake at 11,200', then returning on a wonderful use trail along the East side of the basin. It's raining off and on all day, but very lightly, and it's really not much of a bother.

Janet hikes in the light rain in Pioneer Basin

Lake, light rain, Pioneer Basin

Dead wood, Pioneer Basin

Colorful Lichen, Pioneer Basin

Lunch break in Pioneer Basin

Lake in Pioneer Basin

Looking down Pioneer Basin from 11,000'

Drainage, Pioneer Basin

Dead wood, Pioneer Basin

Janet hikes down Pioneer Basin

Paul hikes down Pioneer Basin

 We pick up our ditched gear and march down the Mono Creek trail to Second Recess.

Janet heads down the Mono Creek trail toward Second Recess

We're not much for trails, really, and much prefer cross country hiking in the high country, but this "lowland trail" is a necessary evil to get us back into the high country. Today is a bit of a trudge, and Janet announces that she's had enough as we reach the Laurel Creek trailhead. I negotiate that we make it to Second Recess (less than a half mile) and from there we'll take the first camp spot. We arrive at the trail junction, and there is excellent camping there... but it's occupied. We cross Mono Creek on the Second Recess trail, which is high enough so that there is no easy crossing with dry feet. We remove our shoes, cross the creek (easy knee high water), and proceed a short way up the trail. Camping is very limited, but we find a nice little spot with a nearby creek. Dinner and a few sips of red wine make for a good conclusion to the day. The rain has subsided, but there are no stars. We put up the fly.

Camp in lower Second Recess

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Day 3 - Second Recess, Gabbot Pass, Italy Lake

We awake refreshed and ready to head back to the high country. Our camp is at 8500' and Gabbot Pass is at 12,240, so we've got a bit of a chore to do today.

Back lit Aspen leaves getting ready to turn

Janet climbs to higher ground in Second Recess

Climbing up the steep Mills Creek drainage en route to Gabbot Pass

Dried mud flat near Lower Mills Creek Lake

The cleverly named Gabbot pass is between Mt. Abbott and Mt. Gabb. There is a good trail up the first part of Second Recess, so we make good time. Once we turn off and follow Mills Creek, things get a bit harder. The use trail is hard to find or nonexistent. We follow what we think is the right way but eventually end up higher on the ridge North of Lower Mills Creek Lake than we'd like to be. So we traverse, holding our elevation, and make our way back toward Mills Creek. There we find ourselves bushwhacking through thick Willows. We finally spring ourselves free and things open up near Lower Mills Creek Lake. Ahhh, back in the High Country!

Beautiful Lower Mills Creek Lake. Gabbot Pass is center right.

Climbing above Lower Mills Creek Lake to Upper Mills Creek Lake

Looking down at Lower Mills Creek Lake (10,851')

Enjoying a nice lunch at Upper Mills Creek Lake

From here up to Upper Mills Creek Lake is gorgeous, scenic, and easy. We climb above the Upper Lake, and make our way to the little tarn just below the pass.

Terrain above Upper Mills Creek Lake

Working our way up the talus below the final small tarn

Small tarn near the summit. Gabbot Pass is upper center.

Looking back at the small tarn before the summit

Final summit push up the talus. Gabbot Pass is an easy Class 2 hike. Small tarn in background.

The final push to Gabbot Pass.

There is some talus hopping to do here, but it's all straightforward and easy. From the small tarn it's one more push of talus over the pass, then an easy hike down to the Lake Italy Basin.

The South side of Gabbot Pass is easy

We choose to camp at Toe Lake, which is the western extension of Lake Italy. It's a bit windy, but we set up our tent and kitchen area for optimum views of the lakes.

Clouds above Lake Italy

Camp at Eastern shore of Toe Lake (Lake Italy)

Day 4 - Exploring Lake Italy Basin

Brewing morning coffee near Lake Italy

Janet seeks shelter from the wind and the comfort of a warm cup of tea

Today is a layover day, but doesn't go quite as planned. The idea is to go to Italy Pass and down to Granite Park to explore for a bit. However, I don't really study the map or compass very well, and instead we find ourselves at a 12,000' lake directly East of Toe Lake. The good news is that the lake is beautiful, and we'd otherwise probably never go there so it's nice to see it! 

Intense morning light on our talus climb

Looking down at Toe Lake and Lake Italy as we climb.

Beautiful Lake at 12,000' near Lake Italy. Rarely visited.

I decide we'll try to traverse, keep our elevation, and try the next pass over. the un-named pass between Italy Pass and Toe Lake. The traverse is tedious, and the pass looks challenging, so we throw in the towel on the idea, and rather, decide to head for Jumble Lake for a nice lunch. 

 

Janet negotiates a traverse on tricky talus

Janet is dwarfed by the huge talus slope. Can you find her in the center?

Making it up and over Italy Pass at this point is out of the question. We decide to try the more difficult, but shorter route along the South side of Lake Italy. This involves some big talus hopping, with Smart Car size boulders, but it's fun and goes pretty quick. We make our way to Jumble Lake, and the wind is howling, so we choose to descend and find some shelter a bit lower behind a rock for our lunch. On the return trip, we hike clockwise around Lake Italy, a much easier but longer route.

Jumble Lake above Lake Italy and below Italy Pass

Hiking around Lake Italy

Beach and Surf on Lake Italy. It was very windy,

Looking across at the South Shore of Lake Italy, a talus problem we tackled earlier in the day.

The wind continued to pound us, so we moved the tent and kitchen behind the big boulder and it was effective.

Day 5  - Lake Italy, Cox Col, Treasure Lakes, an epic adventure

After being pummeled by the wind for 2 days, we wake up to a calm morning. Janet says, "This is how it's supposed to be."

Paul heads out toward Cox Col (upper middle right) with a clean slate. No worries, we have no idea what is in store.

We head out in the morning for Cox Col, a 13,040' notch in the crest that will take us back to Little Lakes Basin. We survey the route from our campsite, and we have the route more or less dialed. We hike up easy slopes with some talus and grass on the lower slopes, giving way to larger talus fields as we ascend. At about 12,400' we can't see the col, so I pull out the  map and compass, establish our location, then determine exactly where the col is located.

Checking the location of Cox Col with map and compass

High Elevation Granite

The high country for sure, near 13,000', Mt Abbot (13,704') in the distance.

Janet works her way up the final sandy slope to Cox Col

We proceed, and make the Col perfectly, walking up the easy, final sandy slope. The view into Little Lakes Basin is absolutely stunning. Just amazing!

Little Lakes Valley from Cox Col

Janet surveys the down climb problem from Cox Col

But I look down the notch and see a very challenging down climb! It's OK, though, my old guide book, R.J. Secor's First Edition, Peaks, Passes and Trails, describes a slightly easier route down the next notch to the South. I've ascended this route in the past and didn't remember anything particularly difficult... But things have changed.

Happy times at lunch, the calm before the "storm."

Just before dropping in, I had scouted the down climb at this point. You can see the concern on my face. I know what is coming.

After a nice lunch, I take Janet over to the next notch and show her what is involved. There is a move you have to make to drop into the chute, and she isn't comfortable doing it with her pack. No problem," I say, "You go first without pack and I'll hand it down to you." She goes, makes the move, and when it's time to hand her the pack, she isn't able to take it. She needs to drop down more, but then she'll be out of reach. No problem, I'll just make the move myself, and when I am on the ledge, I'll grab the pack with one hand and pass it down. I execute this move, hanging on for dear life with one hand, while I pass Janet's pack down with the other.

In order to enter the chute, you've got to enter left, then grab that rock tongue on the right, swing down, and drop in. It's straight down. The talus you see below in the middle is 500' down.

Janet is down in the loose chute now, and there is a secure place to stand at the top. I am in a holding pattern on the ledge. Janet attempts to put her pack on but just can't seem to get it done. She just isn't comfortable, so finally just ejects the pack and lets it go. It bounces to the ground in the chute, but stays put. However, her Blue Enamel Sparkly Steel Cup ejects from the pack and tumbles down the chute. Clankety Clank, Clank, Clankedy Clank Clank. This goes on for what seems like 3 weeks. The sound is quite loud, and is echoing off the walls of Bear Creek Spire. I know everyone in the Lake Basin below can hear the sound. It just goes on and on. Janet and I look at each other thinking the same thing. "This isn't good." If the cup goes forever, then if we fall, we'll likely tumble to our deaths.

I tell Janet just to get herself down the chute, I'll deal with her pack either by carrying both packs down, or coming back for it. She starts down, in near panic mode, and puts her foot on a huge 300 lb. rock that looks stable. But nothing in this chute is stable. The big rock begins to slide, as does Janet. She arrests herself, but is in full panic mode now. I tell her to stay put, and I'll come around her. Perhaps if I am below, she'll feel more secure. I inch down the chute with my own pack and also Janet's. I relay her pack down, a few feet at a time. Each move I try to find a place where her pack will stay put, then I down climb a few feet, then repeat.

I get below her in a safe place. The chute is so loose that any moves by the person above will send a rock and scree slide down on the lower person. But I am hiding behind a rock and ask Janet to come down. I have a firm hold and can offer an arrest if she needs it. She makes it down to me and now it's my turn to move lower. There are no more safe places to hide, so I will need to make it down to the bottom of the chute and Janet will be on her own.

Janet works her way into the upper part of the chute at Cox Col

 I make my way down on the left side of the chute, but then notice that all the scree that I am releasing is going over a ledge. It isn't safe for me to continue, so I move to the right side of the chute and move down. After a bit I am near the end of the chute, but the last part looks really difficult. Now the left side looks better. So I move left all the while moving Janet's pack down with me, trying to find secure places where it will stay put while I move a few feet down. I'm thinking to myself, wow, I really have my hands full here! Trying to negotiate this thing with two full packs, plus trying to keep Janet calm enough so she can make it down safely.

Now I am on the left side of the chute. I find a place where Janet's pack will stay for a moment. I place it, and it looks secure. I begin my down move, and the pack takes off. It's rolling down the chute, and there is no way I can lunge for it. That would be suicide. The good news is that the pack is rolling smoothly down the chute, like a snowball, not bouncing around. So I figure, well, maybe it has a chance to survive, though realistically, it will be shredded to bits, and if we find anything, it'll be a yard sale. I watch Janet's pack go down the chute, then down the scree field, then make a right turn out of sight down the canyon onto the larger talus rocks.

I work my way down the rest of the way, find a safe spot at the bottom and begin to coach Janet down. To her credit, despite her state of severe panic, she never froze. She knew she had to make it down, and she did what she needed to do to make it down safely on her own, at her pace, and I'm quite proud of her for that.

Although we have a lot of difficult talus and scree still to do, we are now totally out of the woods. A difficult descent lays ahead, but the risk is nothing compared to what we just got through. We descend the scree field and find Janet's blue enamel cup, which is dented, bent, and chipped, and is no longer round.

We find Janet's blue sparkle enamel cup down in the scree, dented, beat up, but still usable.

We proceed down the slope to the talus field, and a short way down we find her pack. It's almost a miracle, but the pack is totally intact, save for a few scuffs and bruises. All the gear in the side mesh pockets is still there, and it's functionally perfect.

We encounter Janet's pack in the talus (lower middle right of photo).

From Dade Lake you can see Cox Col, just left of the low notch in the middle right of the photo. North Col is the higher, but easier pass on the upper right of the photo.

Now we have a long down climb to Dade Lake. We're both pretty exhausted, but I convince Janet to continue down to Treasure Lakes, where I hope to find a campsite with splendid views. We do. We sleep under the stars enjoying them all night as we celebrate being alive.

Treasure Lakes. Our camp will be at the outlet, overlooking the valley to the North

Our high camp near Treasure Lakes, 11,200'

Treasure Lake and Bear Creek Spire in evening light.

Stars from our camp at Treasure Lakes

Ed Note: I've done Cox Col before, and it wasn't an issue, seemed totally routine in the climb direction. I think the dry year and lack of ice and snow in the chute has left it bone dry. For that reason, the entire chute was very loose scree, and there was no secure footing whatsoever. I also discovered, after the fact, that there are two new editions of the guide book I was using. In the latest edition, the author recommends North Col, which is North of Cox Col, and although it is a bit higher, it is much easier. Cox Col is named after Chris Cox, a High Sierra Ski Touring Pioneer, who was instrumental in fashioning the Red Line Ski Tour route across the Sierra Nevada, a high, high crossing. I had the pleasure of ski touring with Chris in the 70's when he was a young guide in Yosemite.

A couple of quotes from others:

"I am writing this trip report largely because I consider Cox Col, the only reasonable route between Little Lakes Valley and Lake Italy, to be dangerously under-rated and/or poorly described. Aside from my own misadventure, I am encouraged to write because of the experience of others."  — Gerry Czamanske

"Did someone make a mistake when classifying this pass? After searching the saddle and arriving at a unanimous decision, we agreed that with the snow and steepness of the south face, this pass was much too dangerous to continue. We'll have to look for an alternate route to the valley below... The only route into the valley where our transportation is located will increase our hiking time another three days." — Tony Krizan

Day 6 - Treasure Lakes, Morgan Pass, Gem Lakes, Little Lakes Basin

Morning at Treasure Lakes, looking North down the valley

Looking South from Treasure Lakes at Bear Creek Spire and Mt. Dade

After the previous day's adventures, we decide a nice, tame conclusion to our trip is in order.

Looking down at our route from Treasure Lakes to Long Lake

Long Lake

Chicken Foot Lake

Chicken Foot Lake looking SE toward Morgan Pass

From our wonderful camp at Treasure lakes we hike down the drainage to Long Lake, ditch some gear, then hike back up the Little Lakes Valley trail to Morgan Pass, visiting Chicken Foot Lake on the way. From there we explore the Gem Lakes, before heading back down the trail to conclude our trip.

Trail up to Morgan Pass (middle right). This used to be a road.

Bear Creek Spire and Mt. Dade from Morgan Pass

Gem Lakes

Gem Lakes

Gem Lakes

As it turns out, Morgan Pass used to be navigable by vehicle or horse cart and is quite wide in most places.

An abandoned vehicle frame on Long Lakes Valley Trail

 We discover what appears to be an abandoned cart of some sort. It's of relatively modern technology, certainly from the 20th century, with proper leaf springs and steering knuckles, and it appears it was probably horse drawn. In my research, I did discover that vehicles were driven over the pass in the 1920's. They had to fill burlap sacks with water from the stream, and place them over the engine hood in an effort to avoid overheating. They had to stop multiple times to refill the burlap sacks from the creeks to make the trip.

In all, this is a wonderful loop. Aside from our ordeal on Cox Col, the trip went smooth, and I would highly recommend this loop for experienced backpackers, noting that the preferred route is North Col vs. Cox Col.

Haggered and happy after six days on the trail

Foresthill 3 Day Adventure Ride

Come Spring I seem to start hatching evil plans for adventure bicycle riding, and this year's first adventure took place April 20-22, 2013. Riding in the Sierra Foothills this time of year is spectacular, and I've been doing it regularly for quite a while. This year, I thought it would be fun to take advantage of our modest little flat in Foresthill, and invite a few friends along for a 3 day cycling adventure.

Dave S climbs near Foresthill

The plan would be to ride from Davis to Foresthill on Day 1, with participants able to take the Amtrak Train to Davis from Berkeley if so desired. Day 2 would be one of my favorite rides of all time, Ralston Ridge and Mosquito Ridge, and Day 3 would involve the return from Foresthill to Davis via either a longer adventure route or a more direct route if legs are uncooperative. We'd stay two nights in Foresthill, cooking meals, and sleeping on the futon, floor, or outdoors.

I got it all sorted out with some folks participating for 1, 2, or 3 days. Without dwelling on those details, here is a report on how it all went down:

Day 1, Davis to Foresthill

I agree to meet Paul, Dave, and Gaston for a carpool to Davis early Saturday morning. We arrive in Davis at around 8 AM, park at Paul's brother's place, kit up, and get rolling. The route is along the bikepath/causeway from Davis to Sac, skip downtown Sac in favor of the American River Trail (ART), then on to Foresthill via a more hilly and scenic route through Cool, CA.

A good riding friend, Jim Frink, lives in Folsom, CA, and Jim advises me on the best route. He suggests the ART, but fully acknowledges that some folks really deplore bike trails. I am one of those people... but after further discussion, I decide the ART is the way to go. Jim agrees to ride from Folsom, meet us on the ART, ride with us to a point near Foresthill, then return to Folsom alone, while promising to show up for the Day 2 adventure!

We roll out of Davis, more or less understanding the convoluted route through Davis, the bike trail, the causeway, a back way through Sac, then hooking up with the ART. With only minor glitches, we pull it off. I am the unfortunate recipient of someone's poor sense of humor — spilling thumb tacks on the road to flat out cyclists. My front tire goes down and I yell "FLAT!" to the group. We stop and I discover a thumb tack in the tire. At least the problem was easy to find! Then, I look at the rear, and while still inflated, there is another thumb tack. I pull it out, and pssssssst... the rear tire goes down. After over 25 years of cycling, this is my first "double flat" but I'm not sure it's an honor. Paul and Dave help with the flat(s) and we make quick work of getting back on the road.

Rolling along the ART, Dave, Paul, Gaston

We find the ART and meet Jim along the way. Immediately, the pace rises while Jim leads the way and complains he hasn't ridden much this year, while nearly ripping our legs off as we gasp to keep up with his pace. On the bright side, the ART boasts smooth pavement, courteous and competent users, and passes quickly. We ride past the Folsom Dam, and stop at Peet's in Raley's for a sit-down half sandwich and coffee.

Gaston and Jim

Paul C's brand new S-Works parked at Peets while we drink coffee

Back on the road we begin the climb up into the foothills. Paul drifts off the front, slightly frisky. I lean on the pedals and blow past him right at the summit of the short climb. Little do I know at this point I've awakened a sleeping Giant, I'm to pay for my friskiness. Jim explains the next climb to me, the "Rhino" climb, which is a benchmark for locals. He tells me it's maybe 17 minutes for pretty fast guys. Paul is out of earshot during this tutoring.

Climbing in the Foothills, Dave, Paul C, Gaston

I promised to pace myself on the first day of tour, but I can't help wondering how this old guy might fare on the Rhino based on Jim's time estimate. We cross the bridge and I set a tempo pace. Paul is on my wheel for a while, then drifts ahead. Too fast for me, but then again, Paul doesn't know the length and difficulty of the "Rhino,"... I do. Half way up, I catch him, he asks if this is the top, I say, no, we chat a bit, then he drills it again and drops me. I keep a tempo pace going, hoping I will catch him before the top. I don't, and crest the climb behind Paul by about 20 seconds in 19 minutes. We wait for the others and then proceed to Pilot Hill, then Cool.

I make an error here as a tour guide. I'm feeling we are not that far from Foresthill, so why not skip the stop in Cool, and just get in early? Our ETA was 5 PM, but now it looks like we can make it by 3:30. We make the glorious, fast, descent to the American River, only to discover it's pretty hot on the climb out, a Southern exposure, and at the top realize we are short of water with 13 miles of warm climbing to go! Jim says goodbye and heads toward Auburn.

We do eventually find a Fire Station with water (I believe all Fire Stations should have this liquid), and continue to Foresthill, ordering burgers and fries at Wortin's Market and enjoy the views of the Sierra Crest toward Desolation Wilderness.

Gaston and Dave drink up while Paul C fills bottles at the Fire Station

Dave, Paul C, and Gaston, fine dining, and enjoying the view of the Sierra Crest

 We later head back to the flat, get everyone settled for the night, enjoying a peaceful beer while staring at the quiet meadow behind the house. I prepare bean/cheese/salsa quesadillas for everyone. Theresa arrives, and Janet is working in the garden. We later hit the hay to rest for a big, epic, Day 2.

Dave and Paul C enjoying the back yard in Foresthill

Theresa and Janet pour over the map planning an alternate route for Day 2

Tired and at a loss for words, Paul C resorts to hand signals to explain something. Crossed arms by Dave and Gaston probably mean they are not fully embracing whatever theory is being proposed.

Day 2, Ralston Ridge/Mosquito Ridge

In the morning it's a hearty breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and wild boar sausage brought by Dave. We cook it all up and sit down to fuel up for a big day.

Dave cooks the sausage while I man the pancake griddle

A breakfast extravaganza, pancakes, eggs, wild boar sausage, yoghurt, fresh blueberries and raspberries, maple syrup, coffee, and a bunch of other stuff I can't remember

I invite many to participate in the epic Day 2 adventure, but the only additional takers are my teammates, Conrad and Matt, and Jim, who makes the drive from Folsom as promised, and Theresa. I warn everyone, "they'll be fresh..."

MPS teammates Conrad and Matt

Janet and Theresa take off early on their own adventure (out and back on Mosquito Ridge with detours to the Big Trees and an exploration of the dirt road to Robinson Flat).

We roll down the 9 mile descent into the American River canyon, cross the bridge at the North Fork of the Middle fork, and stash a third bottle at the bottom for the hot climb out later in the day. I figured this out about 20 years ago, passed along the knowledge, and it now seems to be standard procedure for anyone doing this ride to stash a bottle for the long climb out.

Stashing extra bottles for the hot climb out at the end of the day

I enjoy a view of the road we descended across the canyon while taking care of business

We do the short climb, then descend to Oxbow Reservoir on the Middle Fork before beginning the famous "Corkscrew Grade." It climbs 2,000' in just 4 miles and feature some brutally steep pitches:

Corkscrew Grade on Strava

I set a tempo pace and Matt and Conrad join me. Paul drifts off the front. Conrad decides it would be a good time to discuss options on the latest digital cameras. So while suffering on this brutal climb, Matt, Conrad, and I, discuss the latest digital camera trends. It was kind of comical, actually. Paul reaches "Mile 4" and circles at the short downhill, thinking he's at the top. I tell him, "No Paul, it's a 4 mile climb, we're at road marker, 4 miles, but still have another mile and a half to climb!" He joins us as we proceed to the summit. I make an effort at what I think is the top, but Conrad easily counters and nips me at the top. But the Strava segment is further back, I have no idea where, but... whatever.

Ralston Ridge... no cars.

After that we back off the pace and just enjoy rolling along Ralston Ridge at a sensible pace so that everyone can stay together. Things get frisky here and there with faux attacks and chases by Conrad, Jim, and yours truly, but nothing hard, just good clean fun. We stop at the natural spring to refresh our water bottles and I warn everyone to drink up and continue with full bottles, and a belly full of water.

Paul C handles the chore of filling everyone's bottles at the spring... wonderful cool mountain spring water

Conrad, Matt, Paul C make the final approach to French Meadow

We reach French Meadow reservoir and stop for eats and pics.

(l to r) Gaston, Matt, Jim, Paul M, Paul C, Dave (Conrad taking photo)

Paul C, Jim, Matt, Conrad at French Meadow

We then proceed to the two climbs out of the reservoir, first a short climb with a super fast technical descent, featuring trees downed on the road that isn't technically open this early in the season. We are now at nearly 6,000' and this remote road is not plowed or maintained this time of year. A light snow season has enabled us to reach this destination in mid April... It's not always so easy.

After the descent we tackle the longer climb up to the high point of the ride at the junction of the dirt road leading to Robinson Flat. While we stop there, Theresa is exploring this dirt road on her Randaneé bike. We don't see her, but later discussions confirm that she would have been on that road as we passed.

We begin the epic, 18 mile, 4500' descent on Mosquito Ridge Road back down to the American River. Conrad takes the lead and the pace becomes quite fast. I am on Conrad's wheel and Matt is behind me. The three of us shed the others and Conrad does most of the work at the front. He occasionally waves me through and I do my best to pull. Matt Yo-Yo's off the back but has the power to hitch back on. At the bottom, we have the Strava KOM, although who it's awarded to depends on which segment you look at. Bottom line, it should go to Conrad, who lashed out a stellar performance on the descent.

Check out this amazing Col du Mosquito Ridge Descent segment.

On the climb out, we are all pretty much limping, except that Matt puts in a strong performance to arrive first, way ahead of everyone, while Dave empties the tank for bride's maid honors, knowing he's near the barn. We stop again at Wortin's for burgers and fries as the food and views just can't be passed up, even for the second day in a row!

Last climb, (Jim off the front) Conrad, Matt, Paul C, Dave. This order would undergo multiple changes over the 9 mile climb

In the evening, Jim heads home to Folsom, while we enjoy beer at the flat, and Janet has prepared a huge bowl of guacamole for the riders. It's awesome. We prepare a spaghetti dinner, featuring a delicious sauce prepared by Paul C, pasta, salad, Garlic/Olive bread. For desert, we enjoy a home baked apple cobbler from Janet, and Vanilla Ice cream. We're all so full we can barely move. But with 85 miles and 10,000' in our bodies, we figure it will all be absorbed.

Sunday evening after dinner Janet, Theresa, Dave, and Gaston head home. This leaves Paul and I to finish the adventure. We tidy up, do the dishes, and hit the hay.



Day 3, Foresthill to Davis

Paul and I wake up at around 6 AM and get the coffee going. We have an "interesting" breakfast of leftovers. Paul enjoys spaghetti directly out of the pan, and Garlic Bread, while I enjoy apple cobbler, yoghurt, fresh blueberries and raspberries, a piece of Wild Boar sausage, and a half of a left over pancake with almond butter. Ahhh... the joys of having a cast iron stomach.

"leftover" breakfast on Day 3

Paul and I jump on the bikes and are on the road at 7:30 AM. We elect to pass on the epic Iowa Hill ride I have planned as an option in favor of the most direct route to Davis, save for one minor detour. I take Paul on a fun little wrinkle, show him the address where a friend of his has a home nearby, then take him on a tiny back road that leads us out to the Auburn Foresthill Rd, which features some fascinating little farms and feels like rural Italy.

We make quick work of getting to Auburn, then head through Old Town Auburn and catch the Auburn Folsom Road. It's rolling downhill all the way to Folsom and we are averaging over 20 mph to this point.

Paul points out the rumble bumps while I snap a photo on the fly

We roll through Folsom and begin to wonder where we are. We ask a pedestrian about where the ART is, and it turns out we are just a stone's throw away from a turn we need to make. We catch the ART, as the mid-day winds are picking up. The riding is easy but slower than it would be without the wind.

The ART is really nice, and we eventually make it to Sac, and retrace our route by memory. We even stopped at the same porta-potties as we did on the way out...

Back on the American River Trail between Folsom and Sacramento

We grab a little water before we hit the causeway between Sac and Davis. Paul puts in an awesome pull along the causeway into the wind. He loves to hammer into the wind. I'm hoping some of this will rub off on me at some point, but so far, no luck. I still hate the wind.

Paul C pounds into the wind on the final stretch

We roll into Davis just a bit after noon and take a short tour of the neighborhood near his brother's house, checking out the architecture on some cool Adobe style homes.

We clean up, get out of our chamois, and head to Murder Burger in Davis. Burgers and Fries three days in a row. A PR for both of us.

Ready and willing to take on the Murder Burger challenge

Parting shot. Yeah, I know they misspelled Murder Burger