
We are here in Haiti to reconnoiter the race course for Haiti’s first ever cycling event, MTB Ayiti. This ambitious project is the brainchild of New York City resident Philip Kiracofe. The 39-year-old spotted what he thought could be epic mountain biking terrain in the range just southeast of Port-au-Prince while volunteering in the capital city after the earthquake. The mountains here are extreme, and the highest point on this small country is an incredible 8793 ft. Philip was so convinced that he decided to make mountain biking in Haiti the signature offering of his adventure travel company, Travelcology, and to partner with Rick Sutton, the man responsible for the Sea Otter Classic, to create an international stage race. This is a race that could change the entire world’s perception of Haiti, featuring it on ESPN instead of CNN. While foreign aid and NGO’s offer immediate relief to disaster shocked residents, over time they can create a handout culture. Adventure tourism is one way to create an infrastructure in a country starved for economic development. This is the quick and dirty summary of a topic which I could go on about, but that is for another time and another publishing venue. For my photo blog, lets get on with the images and the story of Haiti Mountain Biking Day One.

We loaded our donated Specialized Hard Rock’s into the back of Clayton’s pickup and began the climb out of the city. Sure, we could have used better bikes, but we were grateful that these three bikes magically showed up less than two weeks before our arrival. There wasn’t going to be time to ride the entire proposed Day 1 course with its 9,000 vertical feet of elevation gain and 4,200 feet of loss. As we drove up the broken pavement, Chris from IMBA and I shook our heads and giggled. The pickup spun it’s tires, grappling for traction on the 26.5% grade. The first wall out of Port-au-Prince relentlessly climbs 3,000 vertical feet, and I doubt I could have climbed it with February fitness without stopping.

After 45 minutes of driving we reached the end of the line for the pickup. This is the only road that heads south out of Port-au-Prince through the high mountains, but it isn’t passable by normal passenger trucks. We had a rendezvous with a quad that would carry our gear to the top. While we swapped gear, we drew a crowd. Gringos on fancy mountain bikes are not normally seen out here, so I put on a show and rode some wheelies for the kids.

The road relentlessly climbs and descends along this high traverse. It’s possible to ride it all, if you have the watts, with the exception of the final climb, which is impossibly steep and loose. In the next photo you can see the bulk of the traverse portion of our route, including the final climb which tops out at La Visite National Park.


The detail of the landscape is difficult to convey in a web sized image. Innumerable winding footpaths descend from the road down along the terraced hillsides into deep valleys.

What do you think of this descent? I want to come back here with an all-mountain bike with a seat dropper post, and tackle some first descents. The logistical challenge is, how do you get out? The psychological challenge is, what will you find when you reach the bottom?

While the previous image was the most extreme downhill that I saw, the region is absolutely covered with tempting ribbons of brown.

But on this trip, we had to stick to the main road. We heard reports of incredible singletrack in the high altitude area of La Visite National Park, where there still remains a protected forested area. We know that in order to make a race successful, we need to have a reward for conquering the hardest climb in the Caribbean. Seeking scenic singletrack with a serious fun factor, we kept riding and pushing our way up increasing grades into the clouds, passing through small villages along the way.

Along the road, there is constant motorcycle and foot traffic. Adults are generally pretty amused by your suffering, and the children shout and come running to witness the spectacle. The motorcycles have created an essential worn in good line that makes the steep sections barely possible to climb.

Like any properly epic climb, the most demoralizing pitch is saved for last. This stretch climbs 850 feet in 1.2 miles, which is a seemingly moderate 13% average gradient. But don’t let those numbers fool you, there are two-tenths of a mile over 20% and a maximum pitch of 32% of pure rock-strewn evil. In a race scenario, you might be well-off to do a triathlon-style transition to change into running shoes, since stiff carbon shoes struggle for footing. Strewn with old de-soled and discarded shoes, we named this heinous gem ‘The Sole Collector’, pun intended.

These ladies make this climb (and descent) look easy. They carry 50+ pound loads up and down every day without breaking a sweat, while Clayton struggled to even lift one. The

I emerged from the climb in a thick fog. La Visite has a completely different energetic feel to the place, largely due to the indigenous forest. Completely blind as to what was ahead, I wondered if I’d really find the goods. Would there really be fun riding up here, or would this be another case of so-so sheep singletrack? Tune in tomorrow to see what we found.

by Steve Z
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