Monthly Archives: January 2011

Chimney Rock from home (not quite back)

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There’s a really great camp spot I’ve been to a number of times directly beneath Chimney Rock on the east side. Biking there has been something I’ve kept in the back of my head for a long time, but the length and the steep climb over Redington Pass have kept me from attempting it. With the new mountain bike, now seemed like as good a time as any to give it a try.

The ride up the pass was rough, being a massive person will do that to you. Fortunately it wasn’t undoable. I made it, and felt good enough to continue. The new bike has BIG gears (a 36 tooth on the cassette, insane) which made it possible to take a few slow rolling breaks rather than totally stopping.

I’d underestimated the difficulty on the other side of the pass, lots of rolling hills and short steep climbs, and by the time I was at the Bellota turnoff I was pretty severely tired. Turning around that far, only a few miles from Chimney Rock, would have been truly sad. This thought was a good one and it kept me going.

By the time I reached Chimney Rock… it was pretty bad. I describe the feeling as having a ghost-straw stuck into your chest, someone slowly sucking the soul out of your body. There was much walking on the way back to the main road.

This was one of those pictures that was taken so horribly into the sun that the only hope of it even looking like anything was to go black and white… err, I mean – artsy. Yea.

Speaking of horrible pictures, here’s one. My goal was to make it to this exact spot and it felt really good to have made it there on my own (i.e. without the help of my truck).

It got dark on me on the way home. I’d brought my little Spock lights just in case, but wussed out on the night ride across town and got picked up by Susan. This is a ride I will certainly repeat – hopefully with better results, and possibly including some camping?

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Distance: 43.3 miles
Moving time: 4:36:–

Sweetwater from home (but not back)

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There’s a very bike-friendly route from my house near Speedway and Country Club to Sweetwater. I basically ride to the UA, up Mountain Ave., and West on the river path. From there I can just pick up Ruthrauff, cross under the highway, and take it straight to the northern trail head. The last couple miles are a little harrowing with no shoulder and big rolling hills, but there isn’t too much of that.

It’s a little over 15 miles from my door to the north trail head parking lot. Figuring I normally ride about 12 miles at Sweetwater, I was looking at a mid-40 mile ride. It went really well. The ride over took only about an hour and my energy was great when I hit the trail. In fact, I probably rode stronger than I ever had at Sweetwater, maybe it was the nice warm-up.

I felt great leaving the trail head as well, my energy still very high. Unfortunately, somewhere between the trail head parking lot and Camino del Cerro I lost the bolt which holds the left crank arm on my bike! I noticed the pedal was feeling a little loose, and I figured I’d broken it – I’m still riding on the crappy plastic ones that came with the bike and they were smashed into the ground a number of times on the trail. What made me discover it was in fact the crank arm bolt was when… well, when the crank arm fell off the bike. That made it pretty obvious!

By some unbelievable fortune, about a minute after this happened the only other mountain biker that was parked at the north trail head drove by and asked if I needed a lift someplace. It was hugely out of his way, but I had few choices. The man was from Ohio, visiting town to do a bunch of biking. He was knowledgeable about local trails, a member of SDMB, and worked at a power plant back at home – all of which made for good conversation.

I had him drive me to There & Back where Steve got me all fixed up. It was a pretty weird end to the ride and I was cheated out of some miles, but it was a great time nonetheless.

When I bought my new cheap and crappy get-dirty camera, it came with this really insane case (complete with a deployable rain cover!). The belt strap is fairly adjustable and works perfectly under the stem.

This was the first time I’d ridden at Sweetwater since they installed some GLORIOUS signs. Easily the most effective trail signage I’ve ever seen. Their presence was a much welcome alternative to carrying around a useless hand drawn map as I’d become accustomed to doing.

Sweetwater is seriously beautiful. These shots are looking NE back toward the Catalinas…

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Distance: 26.5 miles
Moving time: 2:38:–

Bike Tour Recon

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I spent the day in the FJ doing a quick pre-run of some dirt routes for an upcoming bike tour with Steve of There and Back Bikes. In March he plans on leading a tour leaving Tucson, looping around the Santa Ritas (crossing them by dirt), and hitting Patagonia, Sonoita, and Elgin before returning.

The results of the dirt recon were discouraging… much of route which is ideal by map is basically unrideable. But, the purpose of the drive was to have a good time and learn about the route – done and done. My tires didn’t blow up and we had only one encounter with a gun-toting rancher (actually a nice guy), all in all a good day. Oh, and I lost my Losbetos virginity to a sweet, sweet breakfast burrito…

This area surrounding this ridiculously huge tree would have made an epic place to camp…

The sign read “EJ’s Summerhome.”

GIANT’s First Ride

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After about 10 days of excessive (my fault) school work, family obligations, and/or record breaking freezing rain I finally took my new bike to the dirt, running Lone Cactus, Bunny, and Xmas at Fantasy Island. I got the GIANT XTC 29er 2 from the recently opened There and Back Bikes – a commuter-theme bike store near UA. The story of its purchase was sort of hilarious, I hadn’t expected to find such a bike at such a store but one day I walked in and there it was – in my size and marked down considerably.

The bike is excellent. Granted, my only previous mountain bike experience was on a comically terrible internet warehouse bike, one whose frame I can visibly bend with hard pedaling and whose fork is a stack of rubber disks. That aside, the new bike does seem legitimately excellent. After a brief period of getting my balance back (it’s been a while since I hit the trails) and feeling out the gear selection, things went extremely well.