Now for part two of Trevor’s Trans-Cascadia race.
Day three was our moving day, after breakfast everybody packed up their camp and laid it out to be transported to the second location for the weekend, a huge ranch much closer to town. Stages 11-15 had several shuttles in between, and included some of the most diverse conditions of the whole weekend. The first two stages of the day were up in a cloud, with air so moist it rendered glasses and goggles useless and a hindrance. The soil was dank, and in some spots even muddy, with greenery growing over the trail making it hard to see very far ahead on the trail. After the second stage we took a shuttle to a different facing slope, and ended up on the completely opposite type of bone dry, ball bearing, rocky dirt. After a rough second day, day three’s stages treated me great with a little more conservative riding, and a few more high speed stages, the last topping out at 36 mph, it was a great day on the bike that finished at the local pub. Back at camp we built a fire ten feet tall, and the entire camp mingled over beers and another amazing dinner, and by the end of the night a ramp was built and the fire was jumped just as it should have been.
The fourth and final day of racing had finally come, and the trails were those that Oakridge is most known for. Six stages for the day, and it was easily my favorite, and hardest day of the weekend. Almost 26 miles and 3k of climbing that started with a shuttle to our first stage that began in a picturesque meadow of grass and flowers. The final day of racing had everybody hooting and hollering on the ripping descents of alpine trail, and only minutes later grunting and grumpy as we climbed almost 2k in one transition to finish off the wild weekend in the final two stages.
The finish was a bitter sweet feeling of having survived 4 solid days of racing on blind trails, but at the same time having the best time out of cell service riding singletrack that some people only dream of. We had lucked out on the weather and missed all of the rain, even had a lunar eclipse to cheers to on Sunday, the last night in Oakridge. Overall it was the best four day’s I have ever spent on my mountain bike, racing and burning things with my friends.
Nick, Alex, Tommy, and all of Modus and Shimano really outdid themselves at this event and I can only imagine how amazing it will be next year with the unlimited amount of terrain out in the hills of Oakridge. Thank you to all my friends and family that donated and helped me get there, Marin Bikes for putting me on a dialed Mt Vision for the race, Wittler for really connecting the dots and getting this dirtbag out to a great event, and most of all Team Lost Coast Brewery for the support throughout the seasons.