The Mythical State of Jefferson: Pre-Trip

The Mythical State of Jefferson

The Mythical State of Jefferson: Pre-Trip

10/10/2013 | Portland, OR & Oakland, CA

Someone once said that all great adventures partially involve a mishap. Or maybe it was me…

The Mythical State of Jefferson: Pre-Trip

I II III

I Foreword

Someone once said that all great adventures partially involve a mishap. Or maybe it was me… Just now in that previous sentence… Whatever the case, if this is true, then the tale that follows could possibly be marked as one of the greatest adventures of all time.

“We want to send you on a mountain bike adventure” was what the good people from Mission Workshop had initially told me, and being one who likes both mountain bikes and adventures, I eagerly obliged. As the planning stages made way for the actual act of said adventure, it turned out that we would be engaging in a bike packing trip. I’m no stranger to backpacking, as it was an activity I grew up partaking in with my dad through the wilds of Colorado, nor am I a stranger to riding a mountain bike, but the combination of the two was a new beast indeed. From the planning to the preparation to the execution, I was on foreign soil. At least in this case, perhaps I thought that my own ignorance could benefit me to some degree.

No amount of prior planning could prepare the eight of us for what would come, because as we set forth with an array of slightly out of date maps, and a vague understanding of what lay between our starting point and that which would be our eventual and hopeful finish, we received an unprecedented cosmic spanking.

Plagued with mechanicals, wrong turns, questionable intel, and what we eventually surmised to be a ripple in the space-time continuum, we had periodic bouts of frustration resulting in the occasional need to be separated from the others, putting ourselves in our own virtual timeout corners. For others, therapy was found in streams of bellowed expletives that were so saturated with creative combinations of profanity, it would have made a sailor blush. Just the same, when you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, there aren’t that many people to blame aside from the one wearing the clothes on your back and the shoes on your feet. Undaunted, we continued to press on across the expanses which we originally had hoped held a winding ribbon of rideable trail, but after years of little to no use, forest fires, and nature taking its course, those stretches were far and few between. Never before have I pushed, pulled, and carried my bike as many miles as I did on this trip. With every achievement, be it cresting another seemingly endless ascent, making it through another day with no injuries, or even finding a lost toothbrush deep within the confines of a frame bag, we would be soon be challenged with many more miles of bush whacking, resulting in shredded and bloody legs or swarms of yellow jackets.

The highs were indescribable, and the gut wrenching lows were just as profound.”Stevil Kinevil

I’m a proponent of listening to the universe, and letting it guide me where it chooses. Working against it can sometimes be akin to removing a splinter in your finger through your elbow, but occasionally, and I mean very occasionally, challenging it can net you some pretty amazing results. Despite the fact that we were headlong into what at times felt like an absolute death march, stealing a moment to sip some water, eat a snack, and take a look around became a ritual of the utmost importance. While we may have been periodically flirting with being hopelessly lost, embracing the fact that it’s still possible in this day and age of GPS, smart phones, and all of the technological high fives the world has to offer, a person can still walk into the woods and disappear gave us the hugely important reminder of one’s scope, and significance on the planet.

Between occasional bouts of fear and uncertainty, taking in the vistas of tens of thousands of square acres of breathtakingly beautiful wild land offered both calm, as well as solace. Coupled with the deafening sound of silence, save for an occasional bird, the breeze in our ears, and our own breathing acted as inspiration for the journey. This, as it turned out, and as far as my own personal experience was concerned, was what fed my soul the most.

Would I do a similar trip again? Possibly. Would I recommend others attempt to undertake a similar feat? Probably. Would I recommend that one attempt to subsist on more than nine pounds of beef jerky? Absolutely. Because as long as the mishaps stay in lock step with the successes, one inevitably will emerge from the woods with a realigned sense of themselves and more importantly, the world in which they live.

II Assembling the Team

I’ve known Steve since the ’90s, we met at a Norba Nationals in Mammoth Lakes California. He was working for Cadillac (the car company), I was racing Sport Class on a stock Bianchi Boss, the orange year. He wore a denim jacket and b/w high-top vans, he was drunk. I wore Nema shorts and SPD compatible Airwalks, I was drunk. While wandering through the EAZE-UP vendor village one afternoon, we bonded over our mutual disdain for the Shockster, an aftermarket rear-suspension unit which, if you were willing to spend $235.00, extend your wheel base a half-a-foot, add 15 pounds to your bike, and suffer 2-3 inches of extremely debilitating lateral movement (EDLM), the device augmented your otherwise rigid bicycle 1-2 inches of suspension-like squish. Ever since then we’ve been buds. Whenever I went to Frisco back in the day—he loves it when I call it Frisco!—I would stay at his house on Telegraph in Oakland. I once saw his then roommate high-speed shoot-off his rollers into a wall with a grunt and a crash—we laughed and laughed. Steve loves to brush his teeth; he also makes art that frightens me. Steve is a blogger. And, not only is he reliable and honest, but under that strong FUCK YOU exterior, he is extraordinarily kind.

Over the years we’ve ridden together here and there, and for one reason or another we talk like once every three months, about like, what a banner ad should cost, and other stuff like that.

Okay, so anyway the other day, this must have been sometime in August in 2013, Steve called me and said,

“Hey Daniel, the dudes at Mission Workshop are doing this thing called Acre and they want me to throw a party in honor of it (Acre), and then they want me to write about it. And maybe you could photograph it. They don’t want an inside party filled with art and beer and well-groomed, mustachioed bloggers. They want a reasonably unreasonable sweaty pagan party in the woods, on bikes. They want Acre (the products, the brand, the whole deal) to know and experience, like first-hand, some wild ATB/MTB shit. Basically, they want to sponsor an ambitious but-no-more-than-three-day-long expedition. The purpose of which is to do R&D on several Acre Supply products in-situ, and to make a documentary about “big M / big B” Mountain Biking; they want an expression of Mountain Biking that is relevant, inspirational and compelling. And they want you, on behalf of Yonder Journal, to like, I don’t know, do it. Or I guess they want us to do it. But I want you to do it. Will you do it?”

I said “yeah.” Then I said, “have you ever heard of The Mythical State of Jefferson? Nevermind. What about, have you ever heard of bikepacking or overlanding? Sssssssshhhhhhhh, listen, buddy, just hang up the phone Steve, Daddy’s got this.”

Every single Ass Kicking movie starring a Crack Team of specialists ever made starts with roughly forty minutes or more featuring the “art” of assemblage—tracking down the dude who has been living for the last five years in South or Central America, the Psychiatric Ward or needs to be broke n out of an unbreakable High Security Prison. You have your Explosives Guy, the Ex-Military Guy, the Computer Nerd, the Volatile Deranged Guy, the hot Multi Lingual Chic, et cetera, et cetera. The Art of Assemblage is so important because every mission or in this case expedition (or Boy Band), needs the perfect blend of personalities and skills in order to shut down the cartel, get the hostage back, save the president, etc. We are not making this up, this just basically a Physical Law, the scientific kind.

The Crack Team
Scroll to the right for an enumerated timeline outline of the coordinated and highly strategically building of our Crack Team: how, who, and why.
Steve was a given.
Lyle Barton from Mission Workshop (and ACRE) was also a given. We'd never met before, but he was interested in going and was underwriting the expedition. More importantly though, he didn't look too hard at what he was jumping into—he just jumped. That sealed the deal.
The first thing I did, like personally, as in Daniel Pasley, was commit to the creation and subsequent publishing of this documentary, the one you're currently reading: a guide to bikepacking, an introduction to the Mythical State of Jefferson, a small-time explorer's journal and a catalog of misadventures.
The second thing I did was call Dave Marchi, a ski and alpine guide originally from Ashland but now living in Bend where he owns and runs Crow's Feet Commons, a bike shop (and so much more!). I called him because earlier this summer he helped organize and complete a 350-mile, one-day(ish), road bike ride through the MSOJ. I like Dave because he's almost good with maps and likes to guess and postulate and reckon a lot. I also like Dave because he's happily reckless. I said, "Dave, we need a 2-3 day, point to point mountain bike ride. Preferably something unproven. I'm thinking singletrack, cabins, fire towers, rivers, swimming holes, Bigfoot, etc. Think Lewis and Clark meets Chronicles of (G)Narnia. Let's get lost once or twice but let's not die, at least all the way. What do you say?" He said yes.
Then I called Chris McNally, an illustrator and artist and water colorist with extensive adventure experience, who immediately said yes, even though we'd never met. If you're going to make an explorer's journal, even a half-assed one, you need drawings!
Then I called Kyle von Hoetzendorff, because he will do anything. And because he can help with the writing. And because we are friends.
Then Dave and I called our mutual friend Jon Bailey from Durango, CO because he is a bona fide wizard with over 20 years experience riding packed bikes extremely long distance in sub-optimal environments like deserts and mountains and in sub-ideal conditions like mercurial weather and whatnot. Out of all of us, he was, and continues to this day to be, the most capable and experienced mountain bikepacking dude ever. Most of us were touristing and touring, but Jon is a legit dude.
Then Kyle called this dude Bo Thunnel who works at Stumptown Coffee, and who none of us aside from Kyle had ever met, because Bo had some time to kill on his way down to Santa Cruz and LA for a little R&R. Basically he was going to be where we were going to be anyway, and he was packing a bike anyway, so why not go bikepacking for three or maybe five days?
And that, my friends, is how you put a Crack Team together. At any rate we all like each other, and we all made it all the way out of the MSOJ, though only just barely.”ATB
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III ATB PROTO: MSOJ Packing List

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Artwork by Jon Bailey.
Category
Food
Item
Qty
Recommended
Granola
8oz/day
Bulk from the grocery.
Powdered milk
4oz/day
Pack with granola.
Bar #1
2/day
CLIF Mojo
Bar #2
2/day
CLIF Builder's
GORP
6oz/day
Homemade
Candy
3oz/day
Haribo Gummy Bears
Jerky
3oz/day
Something fancy.
Chips
2oz/day
Kettle, with a hole poked in the bag so you can compress them.
Tortillas
10-pacl
Fajita size.
Cheese
2oz/day
Tillamook Sharp Cheddar
Salami
1 log
Artisanal
Dehydrated Meal
1/day
Mountain House ProPak
Hot Cocoa
1/day
Swiss Miss
Chocolate
2 bars
Green & Black 70/30
Coffee
3/day
Starbucks VIA Italian Roast
Category
Clothing (Worn)
Item
Qty
Recommended
Shorts
1
MW The Stahl Riding Short
T-Shirt
1
MW The Sector Merino
Armwarmers
1
Budweiser
Underwear
2
Icebreaker Merino
Socks
2
Manual for Speed
Gloves
1
Specialized Body Geometry
Shoes
1
Specialized Rime Expert
Helmet
1
Specialzied Airnet
Bibshorts
1
Specialized SWAT (optional)
Cap
1
Manual for Speed
Category
Clothing (Packed)
Item
Qty
Recommended
Long Underwear
1
Icebreaker
Baselayer
1
MW The Perimeter
Puffy
1
Mountain Hardwear Ghost Whisperer
Hat
1
MW The Gobi
Camp Shoes
1
Lunas
Rain Shell
1
MW The Meridian
Glove Liners
1
Whatever wool you have lying around.
Camp Shorts
1
Patagonia Baggies
Category
Gear (Bike)
Item
Qty
Recommended
Bikepacking Bags
1
Specialized Burra Burra (seatbag, frame bag, handlebar bag)
Small Backpack
1
MW The Hauser
Hydration System
1
Check for leaks!
Minitool
1
Specialized EMT
Patch Kit
2
The one in that green box.
Tubes
2
FRESH!
Tire Levers
4
From the garage.
Bottles
Lots
Manual for Speed
Chain Tool
1
Optional if you have a good minitool.
Spare Parts
Assorted
Chainring boltes, lube, spoke wrench, brake pads, bailing wire, nuts & bolts, tire boots.
Pump
1/3-4 people
Specialized Air Tool
Category
Gear (Camp)
Item
Qty
Recommended
3-season Tent
1
Snow Peak Fal 2
Sleeping Bag
1
Down, 30° or warmer.
Stuff Sacks
Several
Sea to Summit EVAC
Sleeping Pad
1
Exped Downmat
Pocket Knife
1
SOG
Headlamp
1
FRESH BATTERIES!!!!
Cup
1
Snow Peak Ti
Spork
1
Snow Peak Ti
Bandana
1
Cotton or silk.
Teeth Stuff
1
As instructed by your dentist.
Book
1
Readin' iz gud!
Reservoir
1
MSR Dromedary
Bic
1
Mini version, in a Ziploc.
Sunscreen
1
Lots of it.
Lip Balm
1
Something with SPF.
Sunglasses
1
Oakley Frogskins.
Repair Kit
1
Needle & thread, sleeping pad patches, Tenacious Tape.
Sharpie
1
Wrap it with duct tape.
Wet Wipes
1
Get the small soft package.
Water Filter
1/2-3 people
Katadyn BeFree
Soap
1
Dr Bronner's Unscented
Stove
1/2-3 people
Snow Peak GigaPower
Fuel
2/week/stove
220g cansiters
Community Area
1
Black Diamond MegaMid
Cord
100ft
Paracord
First Aid Kit
1/2-3 people
Homemade
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