I really need to be more consistent in reading the trail descriptions before pointing my bike towards the mountains on trails I’ve never ridden.
The final “big” climb I loaded onto my Garmin was essentially unridable, resulting in a miserable two mile hike-a-bike slog 1,300ft to the summit pass.
Fortunately, the back side of the mountain rewarded me with an ear-to-ear grin-inducing 1,700ft descent back to camp.
Today I kickoff my Arizona winter riding season under blue skies and perfect temperatures. All good here.
Following our holiday gathering in the desert, Kelly and I drove back to the Phoenix area – our destination being McDowell Mountain Regional Park.
We visited once before about 15 months ago, but due to my work travels, I was gone essentially the entire time. In the process, I was denied any opportunity to ride the highly regarded and vast trail network.
Having missed out previously, I was really excited to be going back. I love riding before work and with trails so easily accessible, doing so would be easy. But then – just like before – my work travel schedule changed and less than three hours after unhitching the trailer, I found myself leaving the campground and driving towards the airport.
Once again, I missed the entire week at the park. No riding for me. Again.
Arriving back to the campground late Friday night, I did manage to salvage half a day of hiking on Saturday before hitching-up and driving away early Sunday morning.
Someday I will be back and ride these damn trails. At least I hope so.