It was Saturday, time for the morning ride. Only two of us this time, instead of the usual [moab]. Pyramid Peak local ride is the destination, not anything so grand as Moab, but a worthy ride none the less. PP has a good selection of riding, X’ing some C, some trials type rock work, and some pretty good desert scenery.
On this ride, no low blood sugar was overcome, no “ride ‘til your knees hurt” distances were covered, and no women were involved. So, in Greek fashion, this ride was not epic, but was truly enjoyable. We had early morning sunlight, cool temperatures and thoughts of coffee post ride. All great indicators of good riding.
So, off we head, long sleeves and all. The early morning sun makes for some great light, so we do a little playing on some granite rock outcrops. Kev borrows my camera, he always wants to make sure I’m represented (or is it he’s hopping to catch a, uh, mishap?)
The desert has all kinds of beauty and hazards, hedgehog cactus in this instance. They bloom with an intense magenta flower in the spring, right now, we must settle for the glow of the backlit morning.
A little more riding, brings us to a challenge. It’s one we always try, and no amount of Yoda has been able to bring this challenge to humility. It’s usually us on the humility side of the equation. So, in the spirit of Yoda, this day it remains Do Not.
A little different angle, changes the perspective and makes it almost look not difficult.
I have a video that shows otherwise.
On the way back to the truck, I spy a pile of junk in the desert. This is where the weird part of this story comes in. At first glance, it was a pile of boards, red oxide paint and well aged, like sideboards from a truck. But there was some other bits of mystery lying around, so grab the brakes and wander over. Poking through the pile, I spy this mask.
A Halloween mask, and being a good LOTR fan, it’s a pretty good image of an Uruk-hai. It’s been in the sun awhile, so we put it up on a cactus. That way, others could enjoy it as well. Now, a mask, that’s not so weird, I mean, by itself maybe a curiosity, but not really weird. It gets weird when you add in a roll of flowered wallpaper, some little girls shoes, slippers,
and, the real clincher, a cookbook whose pages are weathered open to “Delightful Mincemeat”. I mean add all that randomness together and that is a pretty large magnitude of weird.
I love riding in the desert. Just for the sheer mystery. As long as I'm not the mincemeat.
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