We will meet at the Watauga River Lodge on Sunday, October 23 at 9:00 AM. We will start the morning off with coffee and to get a general overview of the days game plan. After coffee and the morning debrief we will hit the river and begin working around 10:00am. Around 3:00pm we will meet back at the Watauga River Lodge and have an afterparty with food provided by Noli Food Truck and beer provided by Sweet Water Brewing Company to celebrate a cleaner river and a job well done! Hope to see you there and if you would like more info feel free to contact us!
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The Altra Story
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The Huckleberries are ready to be picked! In select spots of the Appalachia's wild huckleberries become ripe for a short window for those who wish to go to the mountains to pick the delicious candy that grow wild in the mountains. Grayson Highlands is a great place for the eager picker to go and with a little luck and motivation, one could come back with several gallons of blueberries to freeze and use all year long. There are even wild black berries that are equally as delicious but watch out for the thorns!!!
A group of 7 local riders including MSL's Jesse Cheers recently traveled to Guatemala to compete in the El Reto del Quetzal. This four day stage mountain bike race through the mountains and volcanos of Guatemala are no joke, the racers must cover 12km, 86km, 63km, and 62km. Doesn't sound to bad right? Wrong, the first stage of the race is only 12km but begins after the sun goes down which makes navigating the Guatemalan mountains no easy task but compared to the days ahead, stage one is a kiddy ride. The following morning the riders awoke at 6am and began the longest stage of the race which involved riding over 86 km and climbing more than 8,000 feet through the forest. Surely stage two must be the hardest day though? Wrong again, the riders must then wake up the following morning and catch a ferry ride across a lake, surrounded by volcanos, to the start of Stage three. Stage three is known as the day of climbing because over 63km the riders gain over 11,000 vertical feet and reach elevations of 10,000 feet, where the oxygen is thin and the climbs are never ending. Needless to say racers are more than excited to finish this third stage and move on to the final stage of the race. Stage four mainly consist of down hill but has two climbs early on that test the worn out riders legs before they are granted down hill dissents. Needless to say the local riders were more than excited to cross the finish line and complete El Reto del Quetzal. Above are photos taken by MSL's Jesse Cheers during his time spent in Guatemala. "If you are thinking about doing a stage race, like the idea of traveling, and want to truly test yourself to the max then El Reto del Quetzal is the race for you, one of the most rewarding and memorable trips I have ever been on, but be ready to ride some uphill!"-Jesse Cheers
The climbing guide book for the Red River is as thick as a dictionary with walls around every turn with a good mix of routes for everyone. My buddy Sam invited me (Jesse Cheers) to go with him for a pre thanksgiving climbing trip to meet up at the Red with his buddies Jared (firefighter in Ohio) and Chad ("works" in Yosemite) who also happen to be brothers. It's a 3 hour drive from Bristol so Sam and I packed up his truck and left early Sunday morning in hopes of getting a few climbs in before dark. Right out side of Bristol we ran into the first sighting of snow flakes of the season and the temperatures less than perfect for climbing. Before getting to the Red River Gorge Sam told me about how when it gets in the 30's that your hands get numb and as you climb it makes for a weird feeling because the hand holds are there but you can't feel your fingers. It's mind game between your fingers and your head whether or not your going to be able to pull or hold yourself up but somehow without your hands knowing it you manage to hold on. It's one of those weird experiences you got to experience to know the feeling but after you have felt it once you know and shoot for warmer days haha. We met up with Chad and Jarred and climbed a couple of routes and got to bushwhack our way through the woods thanks to the always accurate guide book but like any good trip it takes things going wrong to end up with good stories and lessons learned; Don't Trust Sam's Sense of Direction. That night we went to Miguel's Pizza and if there ever was a reason to go climb in Red River, Miguel's is it. We ate there for almost every meal and if the Pizza at night isn't reason enough then the breakfast burrito in the morning will do the job. The next morning while eating breakfast burrito's at Miguel's and playing around on a slackline they had set up behind their shop, we met a climber named Corey who had traveled from New York to climb for a few days at the Red. Corey joined the group and we climbed the next couple of days at different spots till we could climb no more or if it became to dark at which point it was time for Pizza at Miguels. In other words our trip could be summed up in a few words...Wake up go to Miguel's, Climb, Go back to Miguel's, Sleep, and Repeat.
After months of talking about going to Belize's crystal clear water for a spearfishing trip, we finally had reached the day of departure. Myself, Jesse along with MSL shop manager Mark and our friends Shane and Jason loaded up a sprinter van full of Patagonia Black Hole Duffels, snorkels, and spearguns. We had planned on leaving Bristol at 8pm after we got done working at the shop but one thing after another delayed our first leg of the trip to Atlanta. It was after midnight before we left Bristol but who needs sleep when you have the 90's Hip Hop station on pandora and the excitement for an adventure and this trip was nothing short of an adventure.. We made it to Atlanta around 5am with enough time to check our gear bags and grab breakfast before our 7am flight. After connecting flights from Atlanta to Miami we found ourselves in a new country and Belize appeared to be experiencing a rain storm of the century but we didn't worry because it was the rainy season and all the locals kept telling us "Tomorrow is the day, the rain will pass." This wasn't the last time we would be told this but we left Belize City by boat and made our way to a small island known as Caye Caulker famous for their Tarpon Fishing; Patrick and Bob Cheers Sr. would of been in heaven. We didn't make any reservations before arriving to Caye Caulker because there were 2 or 3 hostels on the island and for $30 Belize or $15 US we got bunk beds in an air conditioned room at Bella's Hostel. We ate lobster the first night for $10 dollars which included sides and rum punch, as we didn't arrive early enough to spear our own dinner and after tasting the lobster we became motivated to track down these tasty ocean crawlers that just recently came into season. We woke up the next morning hoping to see the sun and get a chance to go out past the reef into deeper water for some spearfishing but when locals wouldn't take you out because of the weather you know the weather is bad. In order to make it past the reef we would have to get our boat over 8ft waves breaking on shallow reef and after hearing from one person at our hostel talk about his boat capsizing when they tried to go out, we decided to ask around for spots close to the island where we could go without a boat. We found a spot called the Split that was created when a Hurricane in the 60's ripped through the tip of the island and created an area where water now flows through like a channel to the backside of the water. We were told there were snappers along with other fish that swam in the reef in the Split so for the next few days when we couldn't find a boat to take us out to deeper water we got dinner from the Split. The rain continued each day and each day the locals told us "Tomorrow, tomorrow is the day" but finally on Sunday night the storm that was lingering around finally turned into a tropical storm which made it strong enough to move out and keep us awake till 4am with flooding, lightning, and thunder that shook the entire island. We woke up Monday morning excited because we finally knew we were going be able to make it out past the reef. Needless to say we got what we came for and ended up with enough fish to feed everyone at the hostel and got 3 lobsters, one of which the locals said they only see one that big maybe once a year. We ate like kings and talked spear fishing stories from that day the rest of the night with help from the rum punch. We packed up the next morning and made our way back with a trip full of stories to last a lifetime.