Tuesday, January 13, 2015

The pond nearby

To the east of our house, on a short trail through the woods, is a pond/marsh, in the approximate middle of which is our property line. In the summer months one can barely see the pond from our house but as fall progresses into winter, and the vegetation withers and the trees lose their leaves, the pond becomes visible.
Each of the past three winters I've made a ski trail around the frozen, snow-covered perimeter of this pond. It's a place that affords me a quick outing without having to drive anywhere and I appreciate it for that reason, even if it is a flat and relatively short loop.

The first two winters, I broke out the initial trail with only my skis. I later found that if my skis deviated from the tracks, even a little bit, they would slip off and sink into the soft, unpacked snow.
So last winter, I finally got smart and stamped out the initial trail with snowshoes, giving a wider packed footprint. I made a pass all around the pond in one direction and then retraced my steps in the opposite direction. Only then would I take out my skis to set a track on the packed snow.
The surface a few days ago, before I stamped out a trail.
Setting this snowshoe path first was especially important last year because of the large amount of snow we received off and on all winter. To keep the track viable, I have to pack it down after any significant snowfall. And if it's windy, the trail can be completely obscured in places by drifting snow. Sometimes, only the faintest indication of the trail I previously made can be seen. That happened a few days ago when I went to repack the trail after a recent snowfall of a just a few inches. Wind-drifted snow on the eastern edge of the pond made it almost impossible to see where I had packed the trail before, leaving me to make my best guess.
Sometimes, the pond freezes over before much snow has fallen, and small drifts, here and there, dot its windswept surface.
Curiously, even though the pond has other homes besides ours around its perimeter, I've never seen any other people out on the pond. But I do often see tracks of wildlife, deer and other critters, who make use of the trail I've broken.

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Fat bikes have reached a tipping point

It took 30 years, but fat bikes have finally reached a tipping point.

Thirty years after the first Iditabike was held in Alaska (in 1987), the use and popularity of fat bikes (aka snow bikes) has gone mainstream with major bicycle manufacturers, like Specialized and Trek, producing fat bike models. Thirty years ago, the modern fat bike, as we know it today, did not yet exist but the idea of making wider rims that could give mountain bike tires a wider footprint and thus better floatation on snow was introduced by Fairbanks, Alaska resident, Simon Rakower, in conjunction with the Iditabike, the first winter mountain bike race on a part of the famous Iditarod Trail. By 1991, the Iditabike (along with the Iditaski) had evolved into the Iditasport, an event that could be done on bikes, skis or on foot. 

In March 2014, the Fat Bike Birkie was named the Fat Bike National Championships just one year after the inaugural year of the race on the Birkie Trail. The winter of 2013-2014 saw an explosion of fat bike riders in the Hayward area, with a fat bike club formed, some local singletrack trails groomed for the first time for fat bikes, and the two local bike shops offering a selection of fat bike brands and models.

I bought a fat bike last March, a used Salsa Mukluk, and rode it off and on during my "30 Days of Biking" last spring, which came in very handy because of all the snow we had in April. Mike has had a Pugsley for years (probably the first production fat bike frame), but sold it last year and bought a frame from 9:ZERO:7, a company based in Anchorage, Alaska.

We went out on our fat bikes for the first time this winter at the end of December, on one of the few bluebird days we had all month. On that first ride, we didn't venture out on any trails but stuck to some quiet, snow-covered back roads. A couple of days after New Year's, we took our fat bikes to the Seeley Hills and rode on the singletrack trails there.
The trail was hard packed by previous fat bikers but the packed section was fairly narrow at times, making steering a bit tricky. If one got off the packed section, it was easy to bog down.
The trail also had some longish uphill sections that we ended up walking due to the steepness and our rear wheel losing traction. Eventually, the singletrack dumped us out on the wider, ski trail where we decided to turn around and head back to the trailhead the way we had come.
Afterward, we headed to the Hospital Trails to see if the snowshoe trails were rideable. Although no fat bike tracks were visible, the snowshoe trails were hard packed and very rideable; the flat terrain makes them fairly easy to ride, although the narrow, twisty path through the forest makes for some quick and challenging steering at times.
Trying my Salsa Mukluk fat bike for the first time last spring.

 A brief timeline of the Iditabike/Iditasport:

First Iditarod Trail sled dog race, 1000 miles to Nome.
Iditaski and Iditabike are held on separate weekends.
1991 First Iditasport. 100 miles up the Iditarod Trail on bikes, skis and foot.
1997 First Iditasport Extreme - 350 miles over the Alaska Range to McGrath
2000 First 1000 mile edition of Iditasport to Nome
2002 First Iditarod Trail Invitational (replaces Iditasport)
2014 Iditasport returns after last edition in 2001.

Links detailing the race history and some first-hand accounts of the early Iditabike/Iditasport events:

Race history: http://www.iditarodtrailinvitational.com/race_history.php

Jill Homer's Iditabike history: 

Account of first, 1987, Iditabike:

Account of 1990 Iditabike:

A brief history of Fat bikes: 

Friday, January 2, 2015

A ski and sauna on New Year's Day

A x-c ski with friends in relatively warm weather (compared to the last few days in December), followed by a relaxing sauna was a great way to spend part of New Year's Day.
Iras and Heather

Heather has a wonderful network of x-c ski trails all around her land in the Seeley Hills area. We skied for a couple of hours while the 3/4 moon was rising, the clouds were clearing, and the sun was beginning to set.
The trails are wide enough for a skate lane (Heather was skating) and classic tracks are often set.
During our ski, we passed a gnarled and weathered tree displaying the work of a Pileated Woodpecker.
At the end of our ski, Heather treated us to warm cider and home-made holiday cookies.
Afterward, we headed to Iras & Charlie's to partake of their recently finished sauna (sorry, no pictures this time...), the perfect end to the day.