It’s a never ending quest to get from StG to the Markagunt by dirt. Instead of looking South into the AZ strip, I’ve been looking at NW of town. This is a rugged, remote, complex region of volcanic mountains, green valleys and even a few lakes. Subtly soft in places, brutally hard in others.
Much of said exploratories are done solo. When with others I do my best to warn of varying conditions…bring arm/leg warmers no matter the temps! Scratchy brush out there in the bush.
There is always the bubba factor in remote places. Yesterday we found plenty of live ammo on the ground – with crosshatched bullets to do extra damage, those rednecks are really stepping it up – and then this:
Hike a bike in varying portions are inevitable…
These rides seem to be more about ruling out routes than finding them. I’m tired dad!
And then it happens. We find the perfect trail heading off into the perfect landscape
with surprises around every corner
and suddenly we can see beyond the hike a bike, the bleeding shins, the sore shoulders, and see the beauty that surrounds us, high and low.
Wish you were there.
Ah, oh yes, you will get your chance! And I’ll do my best to keep hike a bike to a minimum.
YUM YUM!
Dave, you’re making me want to give TU a go with these photos. We’ll just have to wait and see if the body has anything left by September…
“see beyond the hike a bike, the bleeding shins, the sore shoulders, and see the beauty that surrounds us, high and low.”
Nicely put — I know that feeling well. Great post Dave, keep it up.
It great to know i put a little bug in the harris ear ;)