Obviously staged. |
I finally got to try the $5 Buck Lunch at DQ though.
Some of the last surviving footage of my new HAM antenna. |
I primarily took this photo though to highlight how the truck is starting to finally come along and distinguish itself from it's other mid-size brethren. Here, I'm dwarfing a Ford Ranger which is sitting on a set of respectable tires (Cooper Discoverer S/Ts).
I was very glad to see this sign.
From Harrisonburg, it is exactly 10 miles from the Royal Farm where I gassed up to the right hand turn for Rt 612 which was per the Dirtopia directions. That road is called Peake Mountain Road. The directions didn't mention, but I made notes that there are a total of two (2) left hand turns to stay on 612 which occur after 1.5 and 4.5 miles of travel (or the 11.5 and 14.5 mile marks if you set your trip odometer from the Royal Farm). From there keep an eye out for Gospel Hill Church; immediately thereafter is your Left turn, seen above.
This is the single track road and switchbacks that make up Long Run Rd.
It is slow going. Although the road looks to be relatively flat, I was still riding at highway tire pressure and there are sudden bumps and dips that can be quite jarring. Maybe my front shocks are signalling that they've given up the ghost, but I found it to be deceptively rough for what appears to be a smooth, hard-packed road. I did notice; however, that the gentleman who pulled in behind me was taking the road at significantly lower speed than I was.
Although it is only another 5 miles up the mountain, it seemed to take an inordinate amount of time to get here. You can't really open it up on the road as there are numerous blind turns and the track is not particularly wide between steep rock outcroppings to the left and a precipitous drop to the right. I passed several parties handling dogs up through these woods. They looked at me with a lot of suspicion. The truck and I do have a way of standing out a bit. She was still, at this point, pretty shiny from the last bout of warm weather when I took the opportunity for rare, mid-winter wash in the driveway.
So I got out to take photos of the various paths one could take to remember for posterity and to post in this blog. The one guy first asks me what I'm doing.
"Ya like taking pictures?"
"Well, I'm kinda scouting the trail and want to record where I've been."
"There's some beautiful scenery down yonder," and he commences to describe the path to be taken. It's a bit out of the way, but it was a nice gesture. I kinda thought, here are two men in the middle of the woods, from different walks of life, talking about skylines and sunsets together.
But then he made me nervous. I had started airing down at this point not knowing whether I'd get another viable opportunity where I wouldn't obstruct any other traffic on the trail. The guy gets out of his truck, walks towards Veronica and says to me,
"I'd like to have your truck..."
At that moment, another truck pulls up. The blue truck in the picture above was the guy who took the trail behind me. He was only in the shot momentarily.
Anyway, I'm thinking, 'Ain't nobody just gonna roll up in the middle of the woods and take my truck.'
So I remark about how solid the Toyotas are, and that mine is still a work in progress. We got into talking about the hilux and the reputation for it in other countries. This is mostly me talking. Fortunately, it was just an in-artful way of paying my truck a compliment, but I wasn't sure how to take it.
Anyway, the other truck had picked up this guys dog. All the dogs were wearing radio transmitters and were scattered all over the mountain chasing some sort of game. And the various guys were collecting the dogs from varying points. Still not sure what exactly they were doing, but that's what I gathered from the chatter I could hear on their CBs as they were near me. We weren't on the same channel. I was tempted to scan around to listen in on whether they were talking about me at all. It's doubtful though. I had, at least at that point, 3 aftermarket antennas not including the stock antenna (totaling 4). I could damn near talk to the space shuttle had I not let my good antenna get clipped. Oh well.
From this clearing, you take the trail to the left 422 which is marked with a tombstone/wood pillar labeled Dictum Ridge. This serves as the trailhead access road to the trail head and where 2nd Mountain Trail and Dictum Ridge converge at their northernmost points..
I got a little confused here. If you see these signs, you are somewhere you're not supposed to be.
The reviews said to head to the left from the trailhead. To add a little more detail, you need to head to the left as you EXIT the trailhead, not as you enter. Fortunately I just checked these on foot. The guy who passed me was bringing in his dirtbike and he was familiar with the area. He had said he didn't know what this trail was but thought it was closed. He pointed me in the right direction on how to get onto 2nd Mountain.
Away we go.
Pretty cool overlook along the powerline ridge. Several times, the trail will look like it is meant to converge and lead you along these paths. It is not intended for you to do this. After the first two instances of thinking I might have made a wrong turn, I was always confirmed as correct by bypassing the occasional diversions which appear to lead you along the power lines.
This might be my favorite time of year to tackle green trails. I really like frozen water puddles for some reason. It's like a slip and slide for big kids.
This is how mountains are made. Huge displacements of the earth's crust or something geologic. Tectonic. I dunno.
Posed my truck near them. Staying on the trail, of course.
So. I read that there would be a gate at the end of the trail and that it is closed. Well, the gate was open and a truck was making his way up. I asked him if it was private property. He assured me it was not and that he had come up that way from the main road. I get all the way down there planning on returning back. Well at the very end, there is a sign visible to traffic coming in the opposite direction stating that these are the Rawley Pike private estates. The roads leading from either side of it all said "Private Property" and "No trespassing" which is typical of these trails as the roads are public rights of way through private land. However, going through either one of the two last gates takes the unknowing, and ill-advised traveler into private property. I had wanted to run the trails in reverse, but seeing as how my misdirection could be interpreted as trespassing, I thought it prudent to leave the area immediately.
So I was really bummed by that because much of the trail was downhill and I wanted to run some of the muddier, icier sections in reverse.
It really is a shame that the 'entrance' on the south side is not public. It is very prompt access to the trail versus the long, meandering switchbacks that are required via Long Run Rd.
The other thing I was able to confirm is that it did not appear possible for a full-sized vehicle to even attempt the 1.4 mile ATV section that connects 2nd Mountain Trail and Dictum Ridge at the south ends, as I recalled seeing almost bollard-like structures erected at an area posted with a sign reading "Only Experienced ATV riders should take this trail".
Jenn and I got married in this area. I went to the same bar/restaurant where I hosted our rehearsal dinner. Steve would like this place. They've greatly expanded their craft brew selection since we were last here. And they have plenty more selections by bottle that I didn't even begin to get into. I snapped some pictures of the menu which I had intended to upload. But I'm kind of in a race against time to head out somewhere to watch UFC 168. I was a big Rousey fan, but I found myself a bit turned off by her behavior on TUF. Like I get that you don't like Tate, but this isn't a grade school playground. Turn it down like 4 notches. Anyway, I want to see that.
Although I think it is weird when people take pictures of their food (food is for eating), I took one of this so I can emulate Steve's old blog. I ordered the Stuffed Pretzel, which has several split kielbasa and some sweet mustard sauce between two pretzel rolls. I had an Apocalypse Glorious Dead and I forgot what my first beer was. I looked on my phone. Blue Mountain Dark Hollow Stout.
Hopefully I can have some friends. And some friends can come out and play.
The truck handled well though. I had emergency comms. I had the best compliment of recovery gear with me to date. And I packed as if I was going on an arctic expedition with full camping gear and several winter rated layers...for a trip lasting only a few hours. But the idea was that should some unfortunate circumstances befall me where i was not completely incapacitated and could rouse myself, I could hunker down until rescue came. I didn't really believe it would come to that. The reviews stated that the trails were not exceptionally difficult. And the guy on the motocross bike was also traversing alone. As was the 'wrong way' guy that almost caused me to trespass. Anyway. I'm looking forward to more adventures WITH accompaniment. Until next time.
-will