CA: Palm Canyon Epic

Our camp location dipped a bit colder than the night before to somewhere in the upper 20's. Evan's buddy, Basil, would be joining us on the Palm Canyon Epic, PCE, route. We rode together a few months ago up in southern Utah during my Gooseberry Mesa roadtrip. Basil arrived and it had warmed up a few degrees by the time we were ready to roll out. Evan & Basil had done this ride many times before and had the logistics all worked out as we left Evan's truck down in the valley the night before. We'd be riding over to the official start of the PCE from camp and it's a long way down to the valley floor from there.

Still a few patches of snow in the shadows.

The End for some, the beginning for us.

The pines didn't last too long, but they were there.

The first couple of miles were choked with berms, jumps and speed. I didn't bother to stop.

Nearing our first short HAB on the side of the upcoming hill.

Singletrack narrows as the views widen.

Evan & Basil take off down Death Slide Hill or something like that. There was plenty of exposure, penalty for failure was kinda high, but the trail was solid.

A short 5 minute break to celebrate a clean run down the hill!!

The trail began to level out a bit and we gradually continued our downward trend.

We followed the bottom of washes and popped out on some gorgeous singletrack.

The chunky stuff was few & far between.

Meandering trail was everywhere!!

Some sections opened up and begged for speed...

While others stopped you in your tracks. Water can create some amazing landscapes.

We had been cruising downhill for hours and still no signs of the city below us. Photo by Evan.

Finally!! Some palm trees in Palm Canyon.

I had been warned about this section. A 3+ mile, 1200' gain up a sand trap.

That trail looks much better than the upcoming sandy grind.

Looking back from where we came.

Much to our delight, the sand was packed down and easy to ride.

The pitch was deceptive, until you looked back!! We were down in the far valley only minutes ago it seemed.

A familiar sight to me, Mike's Desert Oasis. This is the end/beginning of the Art Smith and Hahn trails. Today we rode Hahn trail down.

A short fun climb started things off.

They love their giant metal signs around here...and so do I.

Looks just as cool in shadow form.

Basil surveying his domain.

This bike sure does pose well.

Evan switchbacks through the boulder field.

In spite of the amount of rocks, the trail was fairly tame.

You can't see it here, but I'm grinning ear-to-ear. Photo by Evan.

It really was this ridiculous.

The Hahn downhill seemed to stretch out for miles on end. No complaints here other than tired hands.

Wild Horse trail was up next.

It was a trail of two halves: gentle uphill rollers followed by sweeping downhill after a short wash spin.

Some of the region trail maps don't align the names correctly, but I think this one was spot on.

See that sun drenched small peak to the right of center? We'd follow the knife's edge on the ridgeline out to its point.

It reminded me of the Ripsey ridgeline on the Arizona Trail.

Fantastic trail routing.

Stopped to soak it all in and see where the trail dove off the edge.

Somewhere around the 30 mile mark of our ride and we still had a bunch of descending to do.

Evan diving into the vegetation free zone.

I watched those two practically zoom out of sight.

All that remained were the Goat trails. A series of chunkier lines, some jumps and dirt road mixed in.

Into Palm Springs.

Stray BMX bike, I wonder what the story here is?

One last chunky chute to flat bottom. Pines to Palms complete.

I have to say, this one exceeded all expectations and more than lived up to the 'Epic' designation. It's definitely a cool weather ride as summer temps easily reach the triple digits. It was a great day sharing the trail with the local gang and we only saw a handful of people the entire day.

With the colder temperatures in the high country we opted to head back to Evan's place in San Diego for a local spin the following day...

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