Happy Jack

I ventured out Labor Day weekend to explore a bit of AZT Passage #29, Happy Jack, from the Rock Crossing campground. The campground is on top of Blue Ridge, which meant I had about 5 miles of Passage #28 to tear through, dropping off of Blue Ridge, before even getting to the new stuff on the other side of the 87. This was prefectly fine with me as I had ridden Blue Ridge before with some buds about a month earlier. This made me a Happy Jack since the ridge and the drop down were good times on two wheels. With the allure of about another 15 miles of new-to-me AZT, it was going to be a good solo day.

I haven't been out solo on a long, far out ride for a while, and the sense of dependence on yourself is magnified when there is no on-the-spot back-up for you. Well, I digress, there is at least Spot back-up, as long as I can get to the magic red button to summon help if I took a nasty header. This aloneness only adds to the ride, and for this one it was an added bonus since the trail, ahem.....double track, had minimal consequence to it. The ride had a little sense of urgency to it as I had planned to meet up with One Gear Ray at about the halfway point, on the south side of Bargaman Park around lunch time as he rode south from Munds Park. I saw it as the meeting of like-minded habitually big-ish-mile riders, passing each other with smiles while imbibing in our own torment of spent legs and scenery filled eyes.  Why not, as a duo, cover the dozens of miles between Munds and Blue Ridge?

So I pushed, partially to do my part to get to the centerpoint, but mostly to get something out of the double track I found myself on. It was Barney Rubbley, but I could carry speed, and it was to be half of my ride. Meh. The Passage started out promising with a good 5 miles of decent singletrack, and dropping through Jack's Canyon hinted at some climbing, but when the day was over, 20 of my 40 miles was jeep road, and I covered the total in under six hours. Did I get to meet Ray? Nope, but it wasn't to be from the start since he got taken out by the Sinus Gods, and spent the day in Munds. No worries though, since I was hit by the Disappearing Singletrack Gods after about three hours.  Regardless, the day was good, the riding strong, the scenery soul-filling, and I even got my HAB on as I had to get back to the top of Blue Ridge at mile 35. Nothing like being alone and working hard to make you feel like the breaths you take matter, if only to witness creation.

As I crossed 87 in the morning, I had it all to myself.

This is the general nature of the singletrack for the first 5 miles of the Happy Jack segment, and the only 5 miles of singletrack I would see, minus a scant half mile I would see at mile 20. It had imbedded rocks like apples, but the Voodoo ate them up. Yes, it liked those apples.

This was some of the last singletrack for the route out, as faint as it is. This passage certainly isn't traveled much, but it is well signed with carsonite markers and lots of rock cairns. I just followed the line on the GPS though. A few beeps kept me right on track.

After dropping into Jack's Canyon (a meager 100ft maybe) there was another few miles of trail then I was greeted with this Chunder Avenue. mmmmmm......a mile or so of bouncing around on this mess. Bleh. I was happy when it was over.

Soon enough I was off the chunderfrack and rolling on passable jeep road. Trees. Flowers. Sounds of Nature. Clouds. Breeze. Simplicity. Pedal. This was my day. I kept a smile.

Some singular trees got my attention and lens.

Oh look. More jeep road with seemingly zero elevation or flow. hmph. I guess I'll keep pedaling on. Nonetheless, I was exploring, out in clean air, away from the furnace of the valley, getting my pedal on, and getting some nice snaps. Then again, I was treated just the week before to some supreme AZT at the San Fran Peaks, so my taste buds were a bit jaded.

"We tied her with fences and dragged....her....down......"

This was around my end of trail at miles ~20. Trail, which appeard for a half mile wasted away after a gate under its own rocky nature, and I bounced to and fro, contemplating my course of action. Three hours in, top of a 100 ft drop to the valley below, on a trail that left me as fast as my hard earned money.

The satellites say I'm towing the line, but nature has reclaimed what man tried to inscribe. I could have used my cosmic powers to continue on, but I did NOT feel like hiking back up this cantelope rock imbedded mess of  a hill, thus extending my day by probably another 1.5 hours, at least.

My terminus. The bike hugs a carsonite AZT sign, loving the trail maybe even more than I do. I imagine my bike craving trail like my Golden craves his tennis football. I see it bouncing around as I upload GPS files and test its tires. Maybe it wanted to go on?

So I have some lunch, take some snaps. Admire the heavens. Swig the breeze. Listen to the distant grumble of the sky.

Admire the plant life, big and small. 

Then I turn and head back the way I came. Back to the last mile of singletrack that took me to the edge. Rocky and bouncy, I'm almost looking forward to reaching the jeep road again.

And again I find speed. Find a rythym. Find some nice views. I'm wondering about the climb back up Blue Ridge. The temps start to cool a bit. A few drops land on my ever dirtier body. Grumbles from the sky roll through my ears.

After one of the four gates (eight openign and closings for the out n' back) my bike poses for another pic. My only companion this day, its frame pack full of MTB necessities.

Of all the ways this tree could have fallen, it found the trail.  I found this funny each time I passed by.

My snaps of Jack's Canyon were better coming back than going out. It was a short drop to get to the bottom - a mere two switchbacks, but other than Blue Ridge, was the only real challenge for the day.

Water drops are common along the AZT. Hiker? Rider? Lucky? Yes.

Some of my favorite signs in the state. There must be a few dozen of them, at least.

And the end, back at camp. A choco milk recovery and dirty legs tell the tell of a good day on the bike. More AZT miles under my belt, of which I'm up to about 140 total, and good altitude training for the Tour of the White Mountains 60 in a month. I even made it back within my time estimate.

The rest of the camping trip was excellent. Got to hike on another section of the AZT and catch some wildlife.

Watch the clouds roll on by.

Watch as the clouds gathered along the ridge.

After a little sprinkle, we were treated with a great rainbow. Saw this as we drove down toward the dam.

The reservoir was actually erected to create a water source for the Phelps Dodge company in the 60's for their mining operation nearby.

The center of the wishbone. I'd really like to take a kayak out there for the day.

We had some unique camp visitors too. This one doing its best "blend in" routine.

There was noting exceptional about the route, other than being able to keep a steep pace along the jeep roads.

Flat, mostly this ride. Blue Ridge is always good to get the blood pumping. It took only a bit over 20 minutes for me to get back to the top.

Blue Ridge is obvious. Total climbing was about 4400ft.

Big thanks to Mom and JL-E, my wonderful wife, for a good weekend and not miding me taking off for a six hour tour of the AZT.  Another great weekend!