Category: Mountain Biking

Allamuchy

This is Allamuchy Mountain in Warren/Sussex County NJ. Photo was taken from the Lake Tranquility Area.

The ground where I stood to take the photo is about 600 feet above sea level. The peak of Allamuchy is over 1200. So there’s 600 feet of elevation gain, which is about the height of a 60 story residential building.  The trail to the peak is about 5 to 7 miles (depending on what switchbacks you choose). So riding to the peak is like riding a bicycle up a 60 story building, not going straight up, but going around and around and around, stretching it over 5 or 7 miles. It’s kinda like walking up the stairs in a building. Stairs don’t go straight up like a ladder does. Stairs have a more gradual angle of incline than ladders. Depending on what shape you are in and what skills you have it could take 1 to 4 hours. It’s a cardio workout pretty much the entire way. I love it!

Here is what some of terrain looks like on the way up to the peak.

Woodpeckers are really having a blast with what’s left of this tree!

Riding at 5 am

I can say from personal experience that meeting friends for a 5 am trail ride doesn’t save much in humidity, but it does save you from about 15 or so degrees in heat. It’s also quite invigorating to wake up early and ride at dawn. Do what you can to stay cool friends!

MoochBucks

I was enticed to ride Allamuchy under the promise that when we got to the top of the mountain, there would be a food court where could pick up quick snacks and chill out under the canopy of umbrella’s for a bit, in order that we could recharge. Gullible as I am, I thought that sounded great and went along with the ruse. As I endured several miles of relentless bone shaking and traversing through trails disturbingly named after facets of human suffering (Cardiac Ditch), I kept a firm vision in my mind of what this food pavilion would look like. It’s wonderful smells flashed through my imagination and sparked my motivation to press forward. However, there were no restaurants, no umbrellas, no relaxing music, no place to put our feet up and unwind. The ride felt like a descent through all of Dante’s concentric circles of torment. Instead of MoochBucks, we got a giant, unrelenting pile of rocks. Keep pressing forward folks and together we will find the great food court on the trails.

 

There’s that jump.

We got to Stephens early and stuck around for a bit until after the snow started. Just wanted to hear the sound of snow falling on the leaves. What can I say, it just brings back good memories of winter magic. LOL.

Side note – I’ve been trying to teach a friend of mine into riding the jump at top of Trestle for months. I show him how I jump it. He watches and listens to my pointers, but he’s just not ready to take the jump for himself. I don’t push. People need to decide for themselves when they are ready. So today as we got close to it, I said, “There’s that jump”. Then he pulls ahead, says “What jump?” and just went for it! It was glorious to see him finally send it! A minor victory and I’m happy I got to witness that.