Ride Report: KilLeR on the Nate Harrison Grade: 1/6/13

[Dan Diego 40]

Dual Sport Ride Report: KilLeR on the Nate Harrison Grade: 1/6/13

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I was looking at my new KLR yesterday. A mere 870 miles on the odometer and WAY too clean. Hmmm, how to put some miles on it and get it un-clean? Looking at the local ride maps, I had several options for a half-day, 150-mile ride. I thought the Nate Harrison Grade loop would fit the bill nicely. If THAT route doesn't shake some parts loose, nothing will.

The Nate Harrison Grade is about 50 miles north from my place. Who is/was Nate Harrison you ask? Well, take a look at this link to learn more about this very cool ex-slave who lived in these parts a while back: NHinfoLink An important character in San Diego history to be sure.

I departed La Mesa with a full tank, a warm jacket and high expectations for a good ride. It was in the mid-50's, so it was a bit brisk.

I rode 50 miles of asphalt up the I-15 to the 76 East. About 13 miles in, I took a left into some orange groves on my way up the Nate Harrison Grade. The pavement ended about a mile in and I was left negotiating crumbling old asphalt, hard-packed dirt and light gravel; really, not to bad of a road at all.

I stayed mainly in 2^nd and 3^rdgear due to the tight twists and switchback turns. The rode gained altitude pretty quickly and in no time I was at 2,500 feet elevation – and it was dropping into the 40's. Nice views of the valley below.

I didn't see any other vehicles on the grade as I moved higher, on toward Mt. Palomarstate park. I thought I was too low for snow, but I saw the first of white stuff appear at about 4,000 feet.

At 4,400', I saw a family sledding and the first "icy" sign. Yeah, the sign should have read, "Slippery Like a Mutha!" or, "You Gonna Fall, Fool." Yup, it was pretty slick. The road gave up any sense of rideability and quickly became muddy, then slushy, then icy, then snow-covered. As the family watched me motor by, a little girl asked, "What are you doing, mister?" When I gasped that I was riding my motorcycle, she responded that maybe I should buy a snowmobile. Ah, from the mouths of babes…

Well, I would've expected one of my dual sporting "friends" to have given me a heads-up about the conditions of the road. You know, like, "Yo, Dan-o, you might want to stay the eff away from the Natty today." You know, that kind of friendly advice. Thanks, pals.

I was too determined/hard-headed to turn back. Plus, I'd rather fall up than down. Anyhow, it was probably only another mile or two until I reached the top and real pavement. So on I went, slipping and sliding the entire way. Didn't drop it, though, and that's one of the big differences between this 400 pound KLR and my 700 pound pig of a GS. I was able to remain upright though some lucky and very goofy-looking legwork.

A family tubing on the snowy slopes at 5,100' just stared at me like I was a Martian. The guy just shook his head and said, "Yo, brah, I dunno…" And I didn't either. But I wasn't turning back and riding DOWNHILL in that. No way.

Luckily, I reached the top of the road—and pavement—in less than a mile, at about the 5,200' level. I stopped to take a breather at the forest service house, then off I went toward Julian. I didn't realize the road was so icy so I sang a chorus of whoa, whoa WHOA! when I hit a slick patch at 45 MPH. How I kept from dropping the bike is anyone's guess.

I stopped alongside the road to check my bike (and my shorts) where I took a few minutes to make a little snowman.

I hopped back on with a promise to slow it down a bit. I'm glad I did as it was wet and icy until about the 3,500' level.

All things considered, I wouldn't recommend the Nate Harrison Grade in these conditions. Only a real knucklehead would be on that road on a day like this. (I know, I know—I hear the sounds of DS types revving their motors and heading there now.)

I reached Mother's Kitchen at the top of PalomarMountain where several families were stopping to drink cocoa and play in the snow. I chose the East Grade Road and down I went toward the 76. At the 76 I turned left to see if the Hideout was open. I could have used a burger and a brew at the cool little biker bar. It was closed, so I took Mesa Grande Road. Again, it was still chilly, so not many motorcyclists would be out and I saw no other vehicles.

Speeding along Mesa Grande Road, I saw Black Canyon Road, a nice little gravel/dirt road that runs through the hills and along a deep canyon (Black Canyon, in fact). I had the road to myself so I pushed it as much as I dared. The road was damp and muddy in some places but in overall good condition. I passed two other dual sport riders on big ol' BMWs going the other way but no cars. I stayed on that road for more than 15 miles until it dumped me on to Julian Road just east of Ramona.

From there it was a fast haul on the 67 back to La Mesa. In 25 short miles I was back home and warming up, my still-new KLR hit the 1,000-mile mark just as I pulled into my driveway. The killer KLR performed flawlessly and I managed to stay upright.

Ah, yes, another great day of San Diego dual sport riding!

[danrider 5]

Nice story, I bet riding on the snow got your attention on your new bike. Congratulation on your new bike SWEET!!!!!

[bikeslut 1]

Great report and pics!

[kato 53]

KilLeR!

[TrophyHunter 15]

Nicely done, Dan. Last time I rode snow/ice was on C-Daddy's Primm ride a few years back. My bike did some things I didn't plan on. Good on ya for keeping it upright.

[Oracle 195]

You need to put this "Yo, brah, I dunno…" in your signature line...classic.

Thanks for the sweet ride report.

[996Pilot 0]

You're nuts -- (in a good way) for pressing on and doing that ride. Reminds me of a ride to the Grand Canyon I took once in late March. Snow sucks! Thanks for the link to Nate Harrison, a good, historical read. Sounds like a guy who could just get along with anyone - we need more of those people in the world.

Dan

[FuzzyNugs 0]

Dan, great RR. I really enjoyed the link about Nate. Such a great and interesting character, only to provide more allure, history, and value to riding up his trail.