Weaverville, Scott Valley, Marble Mountains
I rode the 20 or so miles into Weaverville on Thursday morning, after that shit night in the national forest. Weaverville has it all goin' on: sawmill, ranger station, bike shop, grocery store, long's drugs, library...it's a bustling metropolis. I must've ridden 10 ,miles going from one end of town to the other, trying to gather essential supplies like a comb and a stocking cap (I lost mine in the lost coast). Finally I rode up to Trinity Lake, a much tougher 10 miles than I anticipated. I gotta learn to pay attention to topo lines.
From my campsite, I could see some people fly fishing in Stuart Fork below me. One was a guy teaching some lady, but who seemed to think she would learn best if he never actually let her hold the rod. The other was a woman who clearly knew what she was doing - she was reeling in fish one after another. I was too beat to join them. The next morning I tried my luck - nope. It made me feel better that a guy using bait hadn't had any bites either. Guess I missed my chance at hungry fish.
Erin picked me up and we crammed my bike into the back of her car, along with the five of us. Erin had brought along a friend who'd had a lung transplant, ie her lungs were NOT ORIGINAL. Nonetheless, she hauled herself up 2000' and 10 miles of trail to a beautiful lake in the Marbles.
I was breathing hard, and my lungs are a matched set with my body.
It was a nice chill weekend, with more unsuccessful fishing (Scott River). We did go snorkeling though, and saw tons of little baby coho and chinook salmon running around, along with a couple of good sized trout. They were not tempted by my graceful casts, though, nor those of Erin's friend Justin. This also made me feel better.
I rode back to Etna on Sunday, a short 20 miles, because I wanted to stay at a little backpacker's hostel in town, before starting down the Sawyer's road to Forks of Salmon. Somehow, I broke a spoke on my rear wheel (40 spokes, you'd think it'd be strong enough). Maybe I weakened it on the rough gravel, or maybe it's just 20 years old. Anyway, I though 40 would be sufficient and didn't bring along any extras, so I trued it up the best I could and am going to ride it to Yreka to a bike shop tomorrow. Hopefully they can fix me up, and send me off with a couple spares.