What a difference a week makes
Living in North Fork does come with its....unique opportunities. It is November and it is North Fork; hence, anything can happen at anytime. Down the road less than a mile there is barely a slush. Another mile down and the roads are wet. Sure, the snow is sticking in the fields and yards, but up here, it is like an entirely different world. But it is the real North Fork after all (as opposed to the flat-landers that say they are in North Fork). That's also why I live here. I love North Fork.
This is likely the last pict from the overlook of this season. This was taken at roughly the same relative time as the one directly above. It was certainly cold, but dry. We really needed a week of a drizzling rain prior to the snow. It is so dry, the snowpack will likely go straight into the ground next spring, leaving the run-off in a low condition. I've seen it dry all the way through the winter, and rain hard for the entire month of May to fill Pine View. That however is not ideal. All that aside, it has been a good year on the North Fork dirt. I could only guess the number of times I road to the overlook. As I've looked back at the pictures from the season, it shows a tremendous contrast. Last spring was green and wet. Water in the Cole Canyon was wide and deep. The lower snow pack was gone early, but the stuff up top hung around for half the summer. We ran into snow when we went to Ben Lomond peak the last part of June. The trails for the past two months have been the driest I've seen them since they cut the single-track. Far from the driest I've ever seen in North Fork - in my life time. '77 was by far the driest I had personally experienced in North Fork. The week of Christmas had so little snow, you could hike to Ben Lomond peak in regular boots. There was no snow at all that year. Contrast that with '87 when we had 40 some odd inches of snow a week before Thanksgiving. The point is, anything can happen, and we could be riding the trails again after a week of 60° weather. Whatever it is, there has been a ton of dirt riding this season. Covid aside, it's been a good year.
Relocating for the remainder
I'll likely start riding the Bonneville Shore Line Trail next week. I was hopeful I could get back into North Fork this past week, but commitments and the need to prepare for the storm kept that from happening. The Shore Line Trail is long, as it literally runs on the east bench from Willard to Weber Canyon. Some places are pretty technical, as there are a lot of rocks. Several places can be worked through by simply staying in the service roads. It can be good riding in the spring and later fall - after the rattlers have gone in for the winter. The stretch I ride most of the time is where I grew up. The snow burns off early there and attracts a lot of riders when it clears. It is kind of a mystical place, as it is so close to civilization, it's hard to image some of the things we found up there over the years. It is always kind of a home coming of sorts. I may try to ride Antelope Island before things go too far bad this winter. I'm told there are some really good trails out there these days, but you have to pay to get on the island. I've also thought it may be different to put on some AW tires on the road bike and ride the Legacy Parkway, and try to stretch it to Camp Williams. Ummm.... maybe later in the winter.
Making a decision
I've got to decide what I'm doing next season - fairly soon. Leadville is the center of everything, and that is a huge commitment. This will require a strict training program beginning soon. A little feedback would be helpful.
Ride HARD!
