I remember climbing one of the dirt roads at Squaw Valley back in 1994. When I was done I told someone who worked there that I climbed it. He told he they discourage climbing. I'm glad I climbed it before I talked to him!
Another cool thing happened yesterday on the way back to Foresthill. I was descending and a climbing cyclist yelled my name. I yelled back "Who is that?". He was the guy who ran a small mtb club in the early 90s. I went on a few rides with them back then. Of course they left me in their dust, but they were pretty laid-back, not stuck up like some serious cyclists.
He was headed out towards French Meadows, which is 20 miles further than the turnaround point of my ride. He told me he almost got killed by a speeding car before he saw me. Stupid of people to be speeding in the mountains like that!
He had four chainrings on his mtb. His small ring was a 20. That's some climbing gears!
Thank you.That would be a great idea!






That would be a great idea!
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