Port Hills full of muck, and we figured everything would be closed so we headed over to Gebbies Pass on the off chance the Packhorse would be good - turned out it wasn't. Rather than leaving the car on the main road, we went through the gate and parked up at the end at the first stile.
First 30 metres of trail were ok but then Nelson turned around saying "nah!, ankle deep sludge." So, off we went down the forestry road bypassing the first half or so of the singletrack. Fun fast smooth gravel, a little splecky, down, then a longish climb up to where the usual track meets it.
From here down again to the 'dark' section of singletrack. Headed in this and it was mucky, but not quite as bad under the douglas fir. Definitely some traction issues, with me walking some of the steeper bits to start. Up to the first of the switchbacky sections, and walking again, then across to the bach/hut, Nelson somehow riding heaps and me just losing the back end constantly and having to walk. The grassy area was shocking, through to the forest again, which had sections of total quagmire, at each of which we would discuss turning back, but each time we decided to push on, just to see if it got better. It didn't really. Finally made the stile, Nelson somehow managing to ride most of that final climb. I got a bit better, with a weight shift assisting grip, but obviously my old Magic Mary on the back is not so magic anymore.
Over the stile and the track was a splecky wet mess. Nelson managed to ride a lot on the grass to the side, but every time i tried to my backend would just spin-out, sliding round and stopping me, leaving me to work my way slowly up in the muck. Around the Remarkable Dykes, we rode into mist, which got more horizontal movement as we approached the hut, moving pretty quick when we got there. Brief stop, no one there, and back on the trail. Much better on the way down, except that the muck splecked higher. Nelson, again, rode heaps off the track, and I just couldn't, so resigned myself to the mess. Lots of skill testing slippery rocks and exposure and skittering around.
Back over the stile and fun began. Roots, rocks, slippery dirt, pine-needles, barely any traction. Mint. Rode it all, surprised how few dabs. Even the couple of switchbacks in this area the roots and grease leading into it were rideable, if with little control. Nelson tried the 'shortcut' route and ended up miles below the track having been unable to stop. Rolling again, dabbing through the worst of the quagmires around the small creeks. Through the open section I walked the climb, but Nelson rode it. Back into the forest and down to the dark forest switchbacks were carnage creating - front wheel sliding through the curves. Final blast do the forestry road was fun. Our drivetrains were hating us.
Into the gravel road, climbing up around the less steep route then I was surprised how long the downhill here was, lots of speed, flying down, down, down, then climbing again, grinding up to the last top before a short descent to the car.
Muckfest 10 km total, there and back, 381m climbed, 1 hour's riding.
First 30 metres of trail were ok but then Nelson turned around saying "nah!, ankle deep sludge." So, off we went down the forestry road bypassing the first half or so of the singletrack. Fun fast smooth gravel, a little splecky, down, then a longish climb up to where the usual track meets it.
From here down again to the 'dark' section of singletrack. Headed in this and it was mucky, but not quite as bad under the douglas fir. Definitely some traction issues, with me walking some of the steeper bits to start. Up to the first of the switchbacky sections, and walking again, then across to the bach/hut, Nelson somehow riding heaps and me just losing the back end constantly and having to walk. The grassy area was shocking, through to the forest again, which had sections of total quagmire, at each of which we would discuss turning back, but each time we decided to push on, just to see if it got better. It didn't really. Finally made the stile, Nelson somehow managing to ride most of that final climb. I got a bit better, with a weight shift assisting grip, but obviously my old Magic Mary on the back is not so magic anymore.
Over the stile and the track was a splecky wet mess. Nelson managed to ride a lot on the grass to the side, but every time i tried to my backend would just spin-out, sliding round and stopping me, leaving me to work my way slowly up in the muck. Around the Remarkable Dykes, we rode into mist, which got more horizontal movement as we approached the hut, moving pretty quick when we got there. Brief stop, no one there, and back on the trail. Much better on the way down, except that the muck splecked higher. Nelson, again, rode heaps off the track, and I just couldn't, so resigned myself to the mess. Lots of skill testing slippery rocks and exposure and skittering around.
Back over the stile and fun began. Roots, rocks, slippery dirt, pine-needles, barely any traction. Mint. Rode it all, surprised how few dabs. Even the couple of switchbacks in this area the roots and grease leading into it were rideable, if with little control. Nelson tried the 'shortcut' route and ended up miles below the track having been unable to stop. Rolling again, dabbing through the worst of the quagmires around the small creeks. Through the open section I walked the climb, but Nelson rode it. Back into the forest and down to the dark forest switchbacks were carnage creating - front wheel sliding through the curves. Final blast do the forestry road was fun. Our drivetrains were hating us.
Into the gravel road, climbing up around the less steep route then I was surprised how long the downhill here was, lots of speed, flying down, down, down, then climbing again, grinding up to the last top before a short descent to the car.
Muckfest 10 km total, there and back, 381m climbed, 1 hour's riding.
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