Pedal ’till you Puke…..sort of December 13, 2008Posted by Dave Of Prescott in Adventure Recreation, Mountain Biking, trails.
Tags: Fireplace Springs, hike, Mountain Biking, mtb, Prescott, The Pines, trails, Whiskey Off Road
-This post was written a couple of weeks ago, I guess I was just so out of it that I forgot to publish it-
I have been battling my first case of the flu in years the last few days, and it has been miserable! But enough of that, lets get to the mountain biking.
On Monday afternoon, Steve and I arranged to meet up with Hal out on the trails. Steve and I rode into The Pines up the Fireplace Springs Trail, then turned and went up Gulch Trail. It had been a while since I have been on this trail, and I can tell you that it has become a rocky mess. It has always been a tough climb, but now, it is brutal. This would be a tough hike even without a bike! I really struggled. We had to get off and push a few times. We were going to meet with Hal at the top of it, but because it took us longer than we had planned, Hal was waiting about a quarter of the way down for us. He wasn’t just sitting there though, he was performing some much needed trail maintenance while he waited for us to struggle our way up to him. The three of us finished the climb together to where it meets the White Rock (but now it’s green..?) Trail.
From there we headed west. The afternoon was perfect, just a breath of wind, not a cloud in the sky, and the sun falling sideways through the pine trees. We cranked all the way out to the rock that gives the trail it’s name. At that point, Hal needed to head back, so Steve and I pedalled up Thumb Butte Rd. to FR51. We took the first left and followed it down to Trail 326, then took the 392. The 392 is part of the Circle Prescott Trail project, and is also the final descent on the famous Whiskey Off Road mountain bike event. We bombed the 392, and shortly after it turns from single track switchbacks to meandering two-track, there was a big ponderosa down across it. We were going so fast, that I barely managed to come to a stop in front of it.
Back at Thumb Butte Rd. we took the 332 back into The Pines. Somewhere in there I got a text message, so I stopped to see what it was….it was my wife saying she was really sick and going to bed. Uh-oh. That might explain why I didn’t have much in the way of legs this afternoon. We made it to the Fireplace, and decided we had enough time to head back over the Boulders and down into the Meadow Trail. When it hit the Waterline Road, we went up to a single track that headed north toward the Bobsled Trail, but on the way up that spotted another single track that was unknown to both of us. We said, “Why not?” and headed down it. It swooped and bent through the tall pines and was really a lot of fun, I will definitely try to ride it more often. We came back out on the Waterline Road and then headed back down and out to the car. We covered exactly 13 miles and had a great ride.
On the way home, I stopped and bought Tracie some chicken soup and Sprite. By the time I got home, all the muscles in my body, but especially my hips were aching, and I thought to myself that though today’s ride had been tough, it hadn’t been hard enough to make me hurt all over……….well, an hour later I was driving the porcelain school bus. The flu absolutely KO-ed both my wife and me for the next two days. Good thing we had the chicken soup!
Everyday Outdoor Adventures March 5, 2008Posted by Dave Of Prescott in Adventure Recreation, Just Stuff.
Tags: frisbee, hike, new zealand collie, Outdoor Adventure
Even the busiest of folks can have an outdoor adventure every day. I just discovered that this applies to me too!
Today, I got home from a busy day of work, and decided to throw the frisbee for my dog for a few minutes. Gypsy is a New Zealand Collie, and she is mad about playing catch. Anyway, on one of the tosses, I inadvertently made the disc sail over our fence and into the backyard. The dog looked confused, then put out. We went through the gate and I sent her into the bushes to find the missing frisbee. After a few minutes (it felt like it anyway) of her muffing around in the brush, she came back empty handed….er, mouthed.
So I started hiking up the hill to get a better view of where it could have landed. While up there, I noticed that I had a perfect view across the driveway and into a pine tree where two ravens were trying to build a nest. I stood and watched them put sticks together and attempt to get them to stay put. Sometimes the sticks fell and bounced through the branches like a steel ball in a pachinko machine, and occasionally the would actually stay where they put them.
By now, Gypsy was upset with me and dove into the bushes again. Eventually she came out with the frisbee, ending my bird watching time by dropping it at my feet and barking like crazy. We hiked back down the hill and continued our game before heading inside to get a drink of water.
And that is how I stumbled into my own mini outdoor adventure.