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Day 04
Up and down...great day!

ROUTE: Wickenburg to Cottonwood AZ DISTANCE: 107 for everyone but Vic WINDS: Light all morning and swirling in the mountains
WEATHER: High clouds but nice all day.  Sprinkles in the mountains at times. TERRAIN: Mountainous TOTAL CLIMBING: 8748 feet...we thought it was about 11,000 but GPS said less...bummer...stupid gadgets.

DAILY REPORT: 

Early, great breakfast at the Gold Nugget right across the street from the motel.  The riders were putting away the eggs and bacon in anticipation of the toughest climbing day we'll have...at least on paper.  Personally, I think the Missouri hills are tougher...not taller, but steeper...but we're not concerned with those just yet.

Everyone was in good spirits and shortly after luggage load, they were on the road.  Groups started to form to share the work while they were on easy terrain...but soon the climbing would start to break them apart. 

Our first climb was up Yarnell Pass; a 2000 foot climb just to get their blood flowing.  As I watched everyone scale the first ascent I was impressed with how everyone was doing and spent the morning taking photos of the terrain and rider's form.

After the first climb at Yarnell, we descended several hundred feet over the next several miles before our next challenge...getting to lunch.  Just as we were departing Yarnell, we came across a small gift shop called "Brand New Dead Things" which I thought was a catchy name for a shop.  Then I noticed that it was adjacent to the town's medical offices.  The proprietor of the shop said that it was a great place to set up the business since he got all the "mistakes" from next door.  Sounds like a picture I should send Jay Leno (right).  

The road from the summit at Yarnell was brand new pavement and we started to pick up a pretty good kick from a tailwind that sent the riders screaming down the backside of the Pass.  The descent took us to Peeples Valley before descending a bit more until Kirkland Creek.  There the party's over.  When they crossed the creek (a dry creek bed this time of year), the terrain again gives the illusion of flat ahead but actually rises slowly to the foot of the next climb into Prescott.  That steady rise really started to rise 5 miles before what the riders thought was the real hill.  This section is demoralizing as they pedal on what appears to be relatively flat or gently rising only to feel fatigue overcoming their tired legs.  The only way to appreciate how much you are climbing is to turn around and look at the road behind...then you'll see why you are only going 8 MPH and struggling.  The look back is really an eye opener and the riders are always relieved to know there is a reason for their hard effort.  To give you an idea of the amount of climbing we had today, we had the lunch stop at 43 miles, we started about 6:30, and several riders didn't get to lunch until around 10:30...and we had more climbing after that. 

The second climb right after lunch took us over the pass and then a descent into Prescott AZ.  On the way into town, you could still see the results of the fire that devastated this area (right) about 2 days after we came through 3 years ago.  The area is still charred and in most areas, very little new growth has begun to sprout.  Just a little reminder that mother nature rules out here.  It will be interesting to see how long it takes to start to rejuvenate. 

After Prescott and the last SAG, we started up Mingus Mountain our last climb of the day that tops out at 7100 feet.  I was in the van all morning and finally got to ride and happy to tackle the Mingus.  Karen and I rode out of the SAG and the terrain started to rise right out of the chute.  I was really proud of the entire group as they all crested the summits with energy to spare...well, all of them were still standing by the time they all got to the top anyway.  As we neared the top of Mingus, we saw thunder clouds just over the ridge to our left...luckily, it stayed there and didn't come over the top of the ridge where we were.  When Karen and I got to the top, we were a bit anxious to get down the other side before the storm had a chance to build...the descent was extremely technical with switchbacks that were greater than 180 degrees in a couple spots so we didn't need any rain.  The wind was tricky enough but it didn't detract from the exhilaration of the fast technical descent.

About half way down the descent from Mingus summit, the small town of Jerome sits nestled in the side of the mountain...an artsy town that used to be a copper mining community.  It sits overlooking Cottonwood and the valley below and on a clear day like today, the scenes from the town are gorgeous.  They also have several neat places to stop...one is a little burger shop called "Haunted Burgers."  I think everyone stopped to sample their famous cuisine.

From there it was a 14 mile descent into the Verde Valley and our motel.  That descent started out with four or five 180 degree switchbacks but then straightened out for a fast (I've hit over 50 before) scream into the valley below.  I think we only had to pedal about 200 yards to get over a rise just before the motel...a nice finish to a tough climbing day and the riders that had stopped at the burger joint even got to come down in the sunshine.  Everyone was in by 5:00...tough day...character builder to say the least.  But as tough as the day was, everyone finished with a great sense of accomplishment.

If they liked the scenery and the climbing today, they'll love tomorrow.  We climb into Sedona and then out Oak Creek Canyon on our way to Flagstaff.  It's one of my favorite rides of all time.  Looks like we'll have a good day weather wise and we'll have a relatively easier day terrain wise with a couple of climbs before Flagstaff.  But after that (depending on the winds) we should have an easy cruise into Winslow.  Join us to see the results...now, photos from today.

DID I REALLY SAY THAT?:

"Real Shammy Butter is a great thing!"  Guess Who?

"I thought we were sprinting for the King of the Mountains title but Barb told us Ken had gone through 45 minutes ago."

"Does this little shiny thing on my gear shifting thingee do anything important?"

"That road was so crooked, I saw myself coming around the corner twice."

 

 

 

 

DID I REALLY DO THAT?:  

Vic gets the Magellan Award today...he rode by me on highway 89 about a quarter mile from our turn on to 89A to Prescott Valley.  He had just righted himself after being hopelessly lost in Prescott to the tune of several phone calls to Barbara asking for help out of town...now he was back on track and I kidded him as he passed about getting lost.  "Yeah, but I'm on track now," He said as he zoomed by.  I made my way back through the riders and then proceeded to the last SAG in Prescott Valley...the phone rang.  "I'm in Chino Valley...where are you?" Came the voice over the phone.  "This is Vic." 
"Vic, you missed the turn."
"I did?"
"Do you want us to pick you up or do you want to return to the intersection and ride yourself back on course."
"I'll ride...I think."
He did and to his credit, he caught up with the bunch at the top of Mingus after a 120 mile day...we don't charge any extra for the bonus miles.

This is pick on Vic day...along with his Magellan Award, he also gets a "Dope Slap Award."  During all this confusion in Prescott, he had called Barb and she told him to call me for directions out of Prescott since she hadn't seen the way the riders have to go.  So he dialed my van...Barb answered again..."Hello Mike?"  He asked. 
"No, this is Barb...is that you Vic?"
"Yeah, where's Mike?"
"The same place he was when I told you to call him."
"Oops, I put your number in my phone for 'both' vans."

DID I REALLY SEE THAT?

Where's the "Green?"

The Wickenburg Best Western's wake up call alarm.  It was set to go off at about 4 A.M.

Only appropriate that Kasper would get a "Haunted Burger" in our favorite dinner stop in Jerome.

Parking at the burger joint was at a premium.

Bill must have had the "briar patch" carpet in his room last night.  "I made the mistake of rolling my bike across the carpet," He said.  "When I woke up, it was just flat...it had plenty of air yesterday."  I hate it when that happens.

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