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THE ROUTE: Bishop Creek parking area>Kenai Spur Hwy>Jeep Trail>pipeline>Northwoods St>Kenai Spur Hwy back to parking area.
TERRAIN: Pavement, four-wheeler trail, grass, mud, hard pack.
DISTANCE: 4.1 miles |
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A muddy four-wheeler path. |
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Fatbike and pipeline sign. |
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The fatbike rolls up to the edge of Bishop Creek. There is a pipeline marker on the other side of the creek. |
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Looking back down the pipeline toward Bishop Creek. |
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Trying not to look suspicious. |
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The fatbike at the intersection of Northwoods Street and the Kenai Spur Hwy. |
I thought this would be an easy loop ride on an early Saturday morning. Out, around, and back. No muss. No fuss. And, it was. Until I got to Bishop Creek.
As I rode up to the edge of the creek I was thinking I would have to abandon any thoughts of making this ride a loop. I thought I would have to turn around and backtrack my route back to the truck. I thought the creek was simply too wide and deep with a soft, muddy bottom that I would sink into if I tried to cross.
So I stood at the edge of the water for awhile and looked things over. Just taking it all in before I went back. Then I walked downstream a ways and that's when I saw what appeared a mound of gravel in the middle of the creek. Perfect! The water seemed shallow enough and the gravel would make the bottom firm enough that I could cross the creek.
I went and got the fatbike, put it on my shoulder and waded into the current--which turned out to be forceful. But I was committed to the crossing so I regained my balance and went farther into the stream which was getting deeper and deeper. Soon it was above my knees and that's when I remembered my cell phone was in my pocket which the water line was closing in on. My hands were full with the bike so I couldn't do anything but lift my shoulders hoping that would in turn elevate the waist of my pants enough to keep my phone from getting soaked. I also stood on my tip-toes. So there I was in middle of Bishop Creek stretched out as much as I could be stretched out, walking on my toes with a fatbike on my shoulder in a current that would send me downstream if I made one mis-step.
And, I have to admit, it was fun.
When I got close to the bank on the other side I tossed the bike ashore and waded out of the water. I immediately pulled my cell phone out and was relieved to find it totally dry. All good. I hopped on the bike and pedalled the remainder of the pipeline to Northwoods Street and back to the truck. Before I knew it, I was happily back home telling Mr. Huffy about my stream crossing adventure on the...Northwoods fatbike loop.