I started hearing about a dope new run out in the canyon country last year, but didn’t make it out there until earlier this month. This post has photos from two separate visits.
Like many other insanely sick downhill spots, this road had been built right before the 2008 housing crash. Some optimistic real estate investor bought a remote mountainside and built a road up it, intending to sell vacation home sites. Then Lehman Brothers went bankrupt, the global economy exploded, and the wealthy people who they were hoping would buy the plots decided to save their pennies. Long story short, we have a steep, winding road that goes from nowhere to nowhere.
We arrived in the middle of the night and pitched tents in the dark.
Woke up to some dank scenery and a morning campfire to warm up.
Sufficiently warmed, fed, and caffeinated, we got to skating.
The top is at very high altitude and usually has intense winds, but the view is nice.
The top of the hill is referred to as “Full Throttle,” and it’s a pothole-strewn tucking section where very high speeds are possible.
After that, it’s a high speed rollercoaster that’s as gnarly as you wanna make it.
Someone herds sheep on the mountain. It’s all very Brokeback Mountain.
The locals have been about this hill for a few years. They considered trying to have a race there, but decided against it to avoid blowing out the spot.
The hill isn’t crazy fast so you can pack ride it if you’re gnarly. Here’s a sequence of Aaron Breetwor and Austin getting way too rad. They both rode this out.
Note the fidget spinner on Austin’s belt.
I swear there are more than four corners on this hill. It’s just that only a few of them get good light in the afternoon, when I take off my kneepads and pick up the camera.
Town is a half-hour drive.
The camping is pretty kind, even when the temperature goes below freezing.
The drive home always feels twice as long.
I’m pretty sure it’s gonna start snowing up there soon and I can’t wait to get back there next spring.