Local Isolation: Newcomb’s Ranch to Wrightwood

I’m always craving to get out of the city, but we’re fortunate you can stay in.

A year ago, I did my last ride with my friend Bernd before he moved back to Germany and I wanted it to be a special one.

I wanted to get away, but time permitting we had to stay close.

 


 

 

The furthest I had ever ridden on the ‘Crest was to Dawson’s Saddle and while I’ve dreamed of riding the whole shebang, making it to Wrightwood was intriguing to me, especially after reading a crew of Radavai rolling through.

I miss Bernd, but also this ride, so as I was saying farewell to my friend Brian who is leaving for a six month trip to Europe, I thought this would be the perfect ride to revisit.

This time, I had a crew with Victor and Sasha in tow which seems like a lot of compared to the amount of people we wouldn’t be seeing.

 



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Readying up at Newcomb’s Ranch.

 

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 In case you didn’t know where we are…

 

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I would love to own a woodwork like this! 

 

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Brian setting the pace on our first of six climbs.

 


 

 

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Getting a good overview as we peak at Cloudburst.

 

 

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 Vic and Sasha.

 

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It’s almost always not ski season up here.

 

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 Pretty, unlucky bastard.

 


 

 

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Bending while descending.

 

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 Last climb…of the morning.

 

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 Mt. Baden Powell at Blue Ridge Peak

 

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Pit stop at Jensen’s Market.

 

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 Tempting.

 


 

 

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Out-of-towners.

 

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 Passed this group on our first climb, then again on our first out of town.

 

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 Gateway.

 

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 Splitting hairs.

 

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A slice of road.

 

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 Just us.

 

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High Point.

 


 

 

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Someone else I guess…

 

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 Tunnel love.

 

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A form of formations.

 

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 Last push.

 

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All in a day’s work.