Sedona Singletrack Just Might Be Heaven

As much as it pains me to admit it, singletrack heaven is not in Fruita, Colorado or Moab, Utah. It is in Sedona, Arizona.

For years, I’d simply assumed that we lived quite near the center of the mountain biking universe. And then, in November worlds collided on a family trip to Sedona. The moment our knobby wheels touched the smooth, red trails of Sedona, we were hooked. The other trails had been a tease, a simple taste of heaven. These were the real deal.

Sedona is, without a doubt, gorgeous. But so are lots of other places. What makes Sedona special is not the vortex culture, the new age commercialism, or the residents and citizens who sincerely believe in a legacy of past lives (overheard in a restaurant, “It all made sense. I’ve always liked Japanese culture and then she told me that I once was Japanese!”). Those things are fine, if you are into them, which we are not. What we are into is spending time together in beautiful places on our bikes and skis. Given the lack of skiing in Coconino County, Arizona, biking must prevail.

A Pile of Spaghetti: Bell Rock

Our introduction to Sedona’s trails came from a 74 year-old Italian who rides every day. Sometimes, he told us, he is so excited to mountain bike the next day, that he doesn’t sleep at night. He lives and loves to bike. As we looked at a trail map together, planning our route, he laughed “See all these trails! They all come back to this place. They look like a pile of spaghetti, but you can’t get lost!” We were standing in the Bell Rock parking area in Oak Creek, a town just a few miles south of Sedona. The towns are separated from one another by National Forest land, which provides an aesthetic buffer from overdevelopment and a close-in venue for outdoor fun.

The sandstone buttes and mesas in this area are named for the objects they loosely resemble: Bell Rock, The Courthouse, Chicken Point, Submarine Rock. The primary trails are well-marked with trash can size cairns, but side trails take off and wind through the forest, and are often confusing. Our Italian friend suggested we keep our eyes on the landmarks and take off. No worries. The trails are mostly or rolling and unlike riding in Western Colorado, the exposure is minimal as is the risk of cliffing out. This doesn’t mean they are easy. There are slickrock portions, steep climbs and descents, plenty of large rocks to avoid or roll over. A great trail with a bit of everything? Follow the Llama. Looking for something technical, search out the Highline.

Broken Arrow

Just North about 4 miles from Bell Rock is the Broken Arrow trail head. There is a double track road that leads from the parking lot to Chicken Point which is popular with jeeps, but is also a great place to practice mountain biking skills with little pressure. Having sprained my ankle on day 1, I was a bit nervous about riding singletrack on day 3, when I got back on my bike. I didn’t want to be in any situations that would require bailing off the bike. This hardpack road bed was perfect. I wasn’t the only biker and with the exception of a burst of jeep activity around 1:30 p.m., it was peaceful and beautiful. While the trail is wide, it wasn’t boring, with slickrock and some fun descents. I kept thinking that it would be a perfect trail for new riders who want an introduction to slickrock and the desert. The incredible views at Chicken Point provided the payoff. I had to share them with the many jeep passengers, so it wasn’t peaceful. But it was fun.

From this point, I returned to the car. My family carried on down the Lost Horse trail and once again found themselves in singletrack heaven. More piles of spaghetti, endless opportunities and butter smooth, hardpacked trail. They wandered and explored for another hour, finally calling me to pick them up at Bell Rock.

Boynton Canyon

Much of the trail around Sedona winds around and dead ends (at least for bikes) at the edge of National Forest Wilderness. Parking at a trail head, we rode an easy doubletrack trail to Deadman’s Pass. Deadman’s Pass is rockier and hillier, but still nothing scary. Winding up at the Boynton Canyon parking area, I wished I’d brought a lock for my bike so that I could hike up Boynton Canyon into the Red Rock Secret Mountain Wilderness. Having no lock, I rode back to our condo and my son and husband carried on along the Aerie Trail to Western Civilization. It’s not like I could’ve hiked very far anyway with my bad ankle, but next time I’m bringing a lock and heading up the canyon on two feet.

The report on Aerie and Western Civilization was positive and the next day we went back and rode Aerie as a family. The trail starts with a series of tight turns and then gains elevation at a steady pace as it climbs Doe Mountain. Due to the exposure, it is rated a Moderate trail. The drops aren’t big, but the cacti adjacent to the trail are.  You definitely don’t want to fall. The trail eventually ends up at the Aerie Parking Area, where you can take Cockscomb (recommended by my family) back around or join up with Western Civilization. My son and husband liked Western Civ a lot until the end when they ended up in a difficult, rocky river bed.

 A Word About Road Biking

When you enter Sedona, one of the first signs you see proclaims the city a Bike Friendly Community. It is. Highway 89 has sidewalk, while 179 has dedicated bike lanes. These are the busiest roads and once you leave them, the pavement is smooth, with few cars and many vistas. Because of my hurt ankle, I ended up riding much more on the roads than I had planned. Amazingly, I saw very few road bikers. Actually we saw very few mountain bikers. On a busy day, having passed maybe 5 other riders in the span of two hours, we were talking with a local who was complaining about the crowds.

A Sense of Well-Being

As for us, we found nothing to complain about in Sedona. Truly, nothing. The late fall weather was perfect, with clear blue skies and golden cottonwoods. The trails were endless, varied and super fun, leading us up and down, in and around striking sandstone buttes and monoliths. The local cuisine was outstanding and memorable and we rented a condo that was absolutely perfect for our needs. Our week in Sedona was sublime.

At one point, I overheard a local guide explaining to his group why people come to Sedona to visit a vortex. “Being in a vortex gives you a strong sense of well-being,” he said. That may be true. But for our family, I’m pretty sure it was the endless trails, those piles of spaghetti, that created our joy.

When You Go….

Sedona has a mild climate. We were there in late November and it was in the high 60s most days. Nights are cool, but barely, if at all, below freezing.

A tourist hot spot, there are tons of lodging options. We lucked into (or was it karma?) a Groupon which got us a great deal on a condo.

As for dining, we arrived at 5:30 one evening to put our name on the list for Elote, only to find that the wait was already 1 hour. “C’mon, we thought. Can it be that good?” As we were leaving, my husband’s phone rang. It was a friend from Colorado. When my husband told him we were in Sedona he began rhapsodizing about Elote. “You can’t miss it,” he told us. So we waited and had one of the best meals ever. Karma? Vortex? Or just coincidence? Who cares? Don’t miss Elote.

Finally, for biking information, Over the Edge Sports (sister to the Fruita, Colorado shop) has maps and friendly folk to steer you where you want to go. The maps are black and white and a highlighter (or several) would be helpful for marking them up.

Enjoy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Here’s to Marge: Seventy-One Miles and Seventy-One Years Strong

Marge is the tall woman in the back row wearing a fluorescent green vest. Photo courtesy Mindy Dare.

How will you celebrate your 71st birthday? Last week, my friend Marge Gunderson celebrated in style. She invited her friends to join her on a 71 mile road bike ride: Seventy-one years. Seventy-one miles.

Last year, her birthday ride was 70 miles. Next year, it will be 72 miles and so on until she can’t ride a bike anymore. What can you say, except that this woman is AMAZING!

Each year, I try to ski at least as many years as I am old. Hopefully more, but that’s my baseline goal. I shared this with Marge and she just laughed and said, “Oh, I don’t think I could do that. One mile per year is better for me.”

But let me tell you something about Marge: I’m pretty sure she skied more days than my age this season, even if she didn’t make it to her own age. Marge is an adaptive ski instructor with Colorado Discoverability and is an enthusiastic supporter of all of their programs. The mother of adult children, including a special needs daughter who shares her home, Marge is dedicated to her family and to having fun.

The week before Marge’s birthday ride, she and a group of girlfriends took a mountain bike trip to St. George, Utah. When she’s not skiing or biking, Marge is at the gym. I’ve been in pump class with her and let’s just say, she lifts a lot more than I do and a LOT more than her age.

Marge is a good friend, a great mom, a wonderful wife and an adventurous spirit. Her life is filled with joy, faith and love. I’m telling you this because she is my role model. I hope to join her on her birthday ride for many more years. I also hope to keep skiing more than my age and hopefully hers.

She inspires me. I hope she inspires you as well.

Cheers!

 

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Happy Mother’s Day: Shannon Bahrke Talks About Her Ski Mom

Shannon Bahrke

Photo courtesy Deb DeKoff, Park City Photographers, flickr.com

I’m on the phone with Shannon Bahrke. You know, the Freestyle skier with the ready smile and colorful hair who skis moguls with the energy of the Roadrunner and the Tasmanian Devil combined. I’m calling Shannon to talk about her mom.

It’s April and I’m preparing a post for Mother’s Day. In December, I briefly met Shannon at the dedication of a new exhibit at the U.S. Olympic Legacy Park museum in Park City, Utah. When Shannon made her remarks, the first person she thanked was her mom. As a ski mom myself, I was impressed and moved by what she said. So, in honor of all ski moms, I thought I’d find out a bit more about Shannon and her mom, Trilla.

Shannon Bahrke and me (!) at the US Olympic Park museum in Park City.

But first, I discover that even a world-class athlete with Olympic medals, has mundane moments. This is one. “I’m cutting turkey right now at Silver Bean Coffee. We’re really busy. Can you call back in an hour?” she asks in the nicest way. Of course I can, sister. As a mom, I know a bit about feeding hungry people. Go cut that turkey.

An hour later, things have slowed down and Shannon has time to talk.

BSM: When I saw you at the U.S. Olympic Legacy Park museum, the first person you thanked was your mom. Let’s talk about her.

SB:  My mom is THE BEST. She really got me started in skiing. We grew up in the mountains, but my parents, Trilla and Dick, were from L.A. They started skiing at a late age and they wanted to get me and my brother skiing early. So, when I was three, my mom took me to Homewood. We always had fun together and that’s what got me started.

BSM: How did you get involved in competition? What was your mom’s role?

SB:   When I was 12, one of the coaches of the Squaw Valley freestyle team asked me to join. My first thought was “no way.” But then I did it and got into freestyle.

My mom is a lawyer and she could make her own schedule, so pretty soon, she was the mom driving everyone on the team around. She would put 12 of us in her little car, drive to Heavenly and watch practice. She would bring food for the entire team: dinner, lunch, whatever we needed. She was our Team Mom. She also took on the volunteer work for the team, like head of scoring.

She is a huge supporter of me and my brother, Scotty (who competes in aerials and recently won his first World Cup). But she never pushed us.

title|...with the possible exception of Shannon Bahrke's pink highlights.

Photo courtesy YSportsVancouver on flickr.com

BSM:  You left home at 17, made the U.S. Ski Team and began competing across the globe. How did your mom support you then? 

SB:  My parents have been to every Olympics and they haven’t missed a National since Scotty and I started, however long ago that was. One time, my mom sewed red, white and blue hats that said “go Shannon” on them. While I abandoned good luck charms, my mom never did. She has lucky socks, lucky underwear and lucky jackets. Sometimes I see her and think “Oh my God, mom, what are you wearing?”

BSM:  We’re talking about your mom, but clearly, both of your parents are and support you.

SB:  Yes, they have. What is so amazing about my parents was that we weren’t the richest kids on the block. We weren’t your typical ski family that just sent the kids to camp. My parents made so many sacrifices for us. We didn’t know anything else but skiing. We didn’t know about family vacations. Looking back, I see how much they gave up and it really means a lot to me. The places I’ve traveled and the things I’ve done would never have been possible without my parents.

BSM:  Let’s talk about your business, Silver Bean Coffee.

SB: I love it. People come in before they go skiing, they come in to hang out with their friends, to sit down and catch up. It’s something I really cherish.

You know, my mom always tried to work for what we wanted and she’s the one who made it possible for me to start a business. She was a businesswoman and did everything herself. She gave me the inspiration and strength to help me do what I want to do.

BSM:  It’s almost Mother’s Day. What would you like to say to your mom?

SB:  Thanks to the best mom in the whole world, who has never doubted me and who is always at the finish line, giving me a hug whether I did good or bad. You are the most beautiful and inspirational person I know, inside and out.

Shannon at Silver Bean Coffee. Photo courtesy teamusa.org

Shannon Bahrke is a U.S. Freestyle skier who owns and operates Silver Bean Coffee with her husband, Matt Happe. You can try their coffee, and turkey too, at two Utah locations: at the bottom of Big Cottonwood Canyon near Salt Lake City and at Utah Olympic Park, in the museum. They also operate a coffee roasting business.

Thanks Shannon!

 

 

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Decision Points

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Recently, I met up with a friend at a youth lacrosse tournament. My friend lives in the Vail area and her sons play for Backcountry Lacrosse. The first thing you have to know about Backcountry Lacrosse is that their logo is a skier. This makes my son, whose team logo is a Spartan, quite jealous. This season however, Backcountry Lacrosse has something else on their jerseys: three initials and a number.

My girlfriend explained. “Those initials are the initials of the boy who died in the avalanche, and that was his lacrosse jersey number,” she told me.

Dangerous Conditions

I don’t know the final statistics, but this past winter was dangerous. Low early season snow limited the terrain that was open and forced greater numbers of skiers onto less skiing acreage. Informal reports from emergency rooms told of many more collisions and accidents than normal. And then in mid-winter, the snowpack was unstable. For about three weeks, it seemed that there were distressingly regular reports of slides and fatalities across the Western U.S.

More Skills Than Sense

But in Colorado, no accident hit as hard as the report of a thirteen-year-old boy at Vail who was killed in an inbounds avalanche. Media reports stated that the young man was skiing in a “closed section” of Prima Cornice, a challenging double-black-diamond run. My friend had more information. It turns out that the boy was skiing with two friends. They entered the run where it was open and then hiked up the run. While skiing down through the closed portion of the run, they were caught in an avalanche.

“He was an incredible teleskier,” my friend shared. “But he had more skills than maturity. He had more skills than sense.”

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As a parent of young teenagers, I can completely understand this. My boys are expert skiers. Our oldest is a competent young driver (still with a permit). Both have skills, but often they seem to have no sense. Put a friend in the car with my son and his skills deteriorate. Tempt them with untracked powder and they’ll complain about the Ski Patrol closure. They see the immediate payoff, but none of the danger. They just see an authority that is preventing them from doing what they desire.

 The “Authorities” Are Not Your Enemy

On the day the 13 year-old boy was killed, the Colorado Avalanche Information Center issued a “backcountry avalanche warning” which meant that avalanches, either natural or triggered by human activity, were extremely likely. Elaborating, CAIC stated that avalanches could be triggered from remote distances and on low-angle or even flat terrain. Skiing inbounds, at a resort, there is no reason to think these three boys had any awareness of the danger. Who checks the backcountry avalanche report when you’re skiing inbounds?

And that’s what I tell my boys: Authority, be it the Ski Patrol, the traffic police or teachers at school, is doing the checking, anticipating the accidents and working to keep you safe. Authority, when it’s a matter of life and death, must be respected: in a car, on the ski slopes, or wherever you may be.

 This Is Your Decision Point

A decision point along Australia's Great Ocean Walk. Photo courtesy australiangeographic.com

At ski resorts with backcountry access there are signs marking the resort boundary. “This is your decision point,” the signs say alongside a skull and crossbones. The message is clear: don’t go here if you don’t know what you’re doing. Inbounds, there are no frightening messages: just ropes and closures. In a car, when a driver takes a call or answers a text message, there aren’t any ropes or signs with scary skulls. But each of these risky behaviors involves a decision point.

I want my boys to grow up to think for themselves. I also want them to simply grow up. Thinking for yourself involves recognizing these decision points and taking wise action, I tell them. Laws, regulations and the Ski Patrol are not trying to ruin anyone’s day. Often, they’re just trying to save your life.

For information on avalanche safety, please check out the excellent US Forest Service National Avalanche Center Avalanche Awareness Website. 

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Ski Fashion: Curves or Turns?

It's harder than you'd think to find ski fashion photos from the 60s and 70s. Photo Courtesy Style and The Start Up.

Last month, while skiing at Heavenly in California, I found myself on a chairlift with three men. These men were friends and had skied together at Heavenly for over 40 years. We didn’t have a lot in common, other than the enjoyment of a beautiful ski day, so I didn’t mind when they began a conversation without me.

I didn’t mind, that is, until, the topic of the conversation turned to stretch pants. It was like this:

Man One: Do you remember that gal, she was an instructor here in the ’70s….ummm….what was her name?

Man Two: Oh yeah, I remember her. Gorgeous blonde, wore stretch pants. Didn’t dress like the gals today, wearing pants that look like a bag of cats.

Man One: Exactly, but what was her name?

Man Three: Dana. Dana from Montana.

Man One: That’s it. She was nice to ski behind…and walk behind. (Turns to me, the token and much younger female on the chairlift) If you know what I mean.

Actually guys, I don’t know what you mean. And while I sat through this conversation with a pleasant look on my face, I don’t care to know what you mean either.

It’s a Man’s World?

Talking last winter with an editor from SKI and Skiing, I asked about their magazine demographics. The answer: overwhelmingly male, in their 20s-40s (Skiing) and 30s-50s (SKI), who take one or two-week long “guy” trips per season. Female readers? Not so many.

What’s interesting about this is that men are not the future of skiing. While more men than women ski, the industry recognizes that to grow, they need to get families skiing. And to get families skiing, they need to court women. Talk to most any ski industry representative and you’ll hear the same theme: if the moms ski, the kids ski, and the family spends money on skiing.

So What Happened to Stretch Pants?

Okay guys. Why aren't you still wearing stretch pants? Photo Courtesy blog.sfgate.com

Not long after the above conversation, I was reading the March-April 2012 issue of Skiing Heritage magazine. Like SKI and Skiing, the readership is probably overwhelmingly male. A feature of this edition was a photo spread titled “You Were So Beautiful” which featured (you guessed it!) photos of women from the ’60s and ’70s in stretch pants. And if you thought the conversation I overheard was obnoxious, the intro to this piece was a tutorial in full-blown chauvinism.

Which brings me back to my title: Curves or Turns? Apparently, in the minds of a certain generation of skiing men, the “good old days” include days when women wore tight, uncomfortable, itchy and not very warm pants. Fashion dictated and women followed.

We’re not so different today. Many of us who ski like looking good.  And every few seasons we’ll buy a new coat or pants based on the latest colors and style. But we also want to be warm (hence the “bag of cats” pants), safe (helmets, which Skiing Heritage bemoans for mussing our hair) and see where we’re going (goggles, which cover our “smiling eyes” – again from Skiing Heritage).

And guess what, since we control the spending, there is little demand for stretch pants. We’re not out on the slopes to show off our curves. We’re there to kick some butt with our turns.

Don’t get left behind, guys.

 

 

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