
After a 2-3 mile flat warm-up I took a right and climbed this gradual hill for about 9 miles.
Yes, Arizona has cactus. And yes, they have to be told not to shoot their guns everywhere.
This was a 5-6 mile downhill to the lake/turn around point below.

At the bottom of the hill I stopped to answer the call of nature and take a neat pic. This bike is sooo much fun. The lake is to the right (out of picture). I then turned around and climbed back up the 5-6 mile hill on the left (again, out of picture).

The lame look at me shot as I climbed, and climbed.

Stopped at the Ranger Station to refill the bottles. It was about 60-65 degrees that day. It would prove to be the warmest day while we were there (by far).

Take a look at the second pic in the series. I got to draft behind a garbage truck the whole way down. I don't know the speed I was going, but the speed limit was 50mph. It made that downhill go by FAST!
Ended the day with 3 hours of bike time. I guess this out and back has about 4000 feet of climbing in 55 miles.
I am going to shower and go to work now. Gotta smell good for the ladies ya know.
















Just a pic of Becky. We had got caught out in a cold rain storm in Crested Butte. Brrrrrrrrr! Rain coats? What are those?

The paragon all loaded and ready to go.
The lame self shot picture, only in the car.
Jamming to Click and Clack on NPR. They are so hardcore!
I little pick-me-up.
Damn, he is one good looking fella.
The gate at the bottom of Memorial Park in Red Wing was closed for the winter, so I had to park at the Marine and ride up.
Up I go.
What do you do if you are a sh*t bag with leaves in your yard? Well, bag them in plastic bags and throw them down a ravine of course!! Seriously, this wins the dumba$$ award for the day.
Camera on timer? Check. Riding up teeter-totter? Check. Picture of my 360 degree, tail whip, superman flip off of the teeter-totter? Guess the camera did not get that
If you go on other blogs you may see the self shot. It is always on the pavement or gravel. This is going up the manhandler. Nasty, rocky and steep. I made it up fine every time.
A view of the town below.
Just a pic of trail. Lots of fun singletrack.
I did some exploring. Turns out there is a back way up to Memorial park through Mississippi National Golf Course. Here is the clubhouse.
Showing manhandler who the boss is...again.
Back at the marine again. These guys in the background spent like 15 minutes trying to dock that boat, and were still trying when I left. That is the famous Barn Bluff in the background.
I notified Deb as soon as I realized who he was. Here is a partially factual transcript of their discussion.
Daaaang! You could use the stomach as one of those exercise balls!
Just a view from my "ride" this morning. Just under 2 hours. F.Y.I. it is my backyard.
The Devil Dog is all set to watch me suffer tommorrow.
Dude, check out that guy's grill! 
