//
you're reading...
Bay Area Bike Adventures, Bike Tour, Bikepacking, Dirt, North Bay, Riding Solo

Post-Thanksgiving Bike Epic

Like the mythical Himalyan redoubt Shangri-La, the redwooded roads and surf-pounded beaches of Sonoma County loom mistily out of reach. From San Francisco or Oakland, It takes a day to ride the 60 or 80 miles to Bodega Bay. Once there, it’s already time to camp and return to the work week. For a Bay Area bike traveler, Sonoma County sits off in the upper left hand corner of the map, somewhere near “Here be dragons” and the state of Oregon.

Last week, with a break in the weather after Thanksgiving, and more importantly, a Master’s Thesis safely packed away to my review committee, I had no obligations other than to ride, ride, RIDE. It was as if the mists opened and a mountain gateway appeared. Emerging into brisk, blue, rainwashed skies, I threw turkey leftovers in my bike bags and set the compass due northwest.

https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OocMuOakhqc/ULu65sPwfSI/AAAAAAAABtQ/K9UkBEA67GM/s512/IMG_0321.jpg

I followed the Russian River deep into the coast ranges of Sonoma County. The land of mists and cyclocross epics.

I sketched out a plan to connect three classically grueling North Bay adventure rides: Old Cazadero Rd, King Ridge, and The Geysers. Three days for 245 miles sounded daunting —  but not impossible. Route here.

On the second day, my optimistic itinerary connected up two classic, whisper-lite roadie rides criss-crossing the Outer Coast Range on my way to Lake Sonoma from Bodega Bay.  Usually ridden sans 30 lbs of minimalist bike camping kit, these 8000 ft of gain over 80 miles, interspersed with 18% grades kicked-my-butt.

https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vKB5MAcOtwg/ULu7GlWmjgI/AAAAAAAABtg/MuTDbc-ZPOs/s640/IMG_0322.jpg

After a steady climb up from Guerneville, Old Cazadero Rd gives up on pavement.

https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-a9bdfJ7VDFA/ULu7B2HBRvI/AAAAAAAABtY/WA9US3oS8nk/s640/IMG_0323.jpg

Crossing Austin Creek on Old Cazadero Rd. [For future reference, check the Russian River gauge at Guerneville Bridge; crossing is potentially hazardous when it reads 15ft+.)

The adventure began with a steep off-road descent on Old Cazadero Road, log-jammed and slick with maple leaves. After crossing Austin Creek — in November a toe-wetting stream and not the thigh high torrent as feared — Old Caz forked into (the legendarily remote) King Ridge Road and Fort Ross Road. I mistakenly took the left fork onto Fort Ross, a slightly more habitated route through the thick of Sonoma County’s coastal range.

King Ridge and Fort Ross later reconnected onto Tin House Road but I found this description off-mark. Instead of corrugated huts, golden domes and shining pagodas rose inexplicably from the thickly wooded slopes. Welcoming Buddhist flags fluttered behind “No Trespassing” signs. As I pedaled past, the front gate of the Buddhist retreat slowly, robotically swung close,  shutting in unseen but undoubtedly harried penitents behind razor wire fence.

Sundown found me sitting at the intersection of Tin House and Skagg Springs Road, slathering a fresh-foraged apple with peanut butter. Here I sensed the reason for the razor-wire just a few miles behind me: a lively cluster of low-slung ranch houses and rambling vegetable gardens. The settlement had all the looks of a North Coast rancho — small acreage sub-reservations alloted to remnant members of Pomo, Coast Miwok and other original inhabitants of the Northern California coast ranges. The razor wire was shutting shining pagodas and BMWs in and the families in beater Toyotas out.

It was only the halfway point and I thought, “Damn, if I toured by credit card, I’d be there by now.” Determined to get within spitting distance of a hot breakfast in Geyserville, I turned inland and pointed towards Lake Sonoma. A palisade of redwoods framed Skagg Springs Road in winding blue twilight. My world narrowed to the yellow and white stripe of road framed within a dual pair of bike headlights. Pedaling deep into the watershed, a tributary of the Gualala River breathed its evening exhalation of mist.

A scarce (and courteous) handful of cars passed by that night, over 5 hours and forty miles. One pickup truck even stopped alongside to chitchat as I wound my way uphill. The plaidshirted driver grinned at me, inquiring, “So  you’re just going on Gatorade and Clif Bars or what?” I replied, “Naw, I’ve got real food. Carrot sticks and peanut butter. A burrito. Also tortillas!”

Fueled by peanut butter and carrot stick tacos, I climbed the moonlit hills, dogging it to Lake Sonoma. I could think of nothing but dunking myself and my sweat-grimed bike clothes. I forgot though, that Lake Sonoma is a reservoir enclosed by high earthworks. After 15 hours of riding, my calves and quads rebelled. With the waxing moon high in the western sky, I coasted into the vineyards of Dry Creek Valley and stealth camped in the shadow of Warm Springs Dam.

My ride into North Coast Shangri-La came complete with golden domes, but I didn’t expect the security gates and razor-wire fences. The next day though, I would find another mythical redoubt at Dillon Beach– one with more good-natured bonhomie.

[To be continued after I get these revisions done. Master’s Thesis 90% there!]

Advertisements

About Ginger Jui

Ginger is a human-powered adventurer based in Oakland, California.

Discussion

One thought on “Post-Thanksgiving Bike Epic

  1. Nice idea. Don’t get too much sand in your keyboard while you finish this report 😉
    I’m planning on doing something similar to round off 2012…. http://goo.gl/maps/n2LS8

    Posted by Tom Brown | December 20, 2012, 5:21 am

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 92 other followers

Follow Flaming Bike on WordPress.com
Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. Please credit Ginger Jui and link to The Flaming Bike Blog for all quotes, links and re-shares.
%d bloggers like this: