Bob Curran (aka "Blue Man") meets me to show me some of the local trails.
What a feeling to be riding in the wide open spaces of Arizona again.
Miles of this became tedious, but it would have been worse on my 1200.
My favourite morning wake up spot and after ride de-kink spot. Ahhhh...
I never tire of Sedona's red rocks.
No use trying to keep this bike clean. It just loves to get dirty.
A 40 minute hike takes me to the end of a scenic canyon.
Yes, that's about 40 feet of ice on a down sloping road and no, I didn't drop it.
Yes, it got brisk in Sedona in the morning. A soak in the hot tub took my mind off it quickly while I would watch the sun rise.
A gnarly down slope added a bit of pucker power... especially being alone and way up in the mountains close to dark. The 800 remained remarkably composed through it all.
Note the license plate camouflage. I got away with no plate through the whole 6 day ride!
Well, it's easier going up through this stuff that it is going than down it. Adam will look at this and say "wow... just like our fateful Crown King ride on the 1200s!"
A mining ghost town just outside of Jerome AZ.
San Francisco peaks in the background.
These ruts held my attention, but after 6 miles, they got deeper and deeper and then mixed with more and more rocks, and I finally turned around and went back.