More gorgeous weather and trail conditions

Been staying out off beaverhead flats, nice sunset over Mingus, sunrise working its way over peaks to the east about 7:45AM. Puddles and water softened dirt firming up. Red dirt.

Sunday I wanted to do a longer harder ride which meant Cultural Park and the western gateway trails. Ran into johnny’s garage group at the parking lot. Leg armor required for their rides. Dave and Mikelle were my riding partners, Dave is a good rider and faster than me. It is what it is. Dry Creek at Draino crossing was dry albeit ran during last week’s rain fall.

Dave at Dry creek Draino

Short steep hill climbs take the oomph out of my engine. Rain moved around rocks. My ride was Daino, last Frontier, Western Civ, Cockscomb, Arie, cockscomb, Rupp, wander, Girdner climb out of Dry Creek. 15.9 miles climbing 1627′ pedaling 2 hrs 17 mins. Lots of tech moves lengthen the ride time which suck energy. Beautiful day.

OK, sometimes the weather is less than beautiful, sometimes. Most part this is what the weather is like. Temps at present are moving short sleeve but a sweater at night. Just a shortage of rain. Dry Beaver Creek is dry. Flag received 4 to 6″ of snow from last week’s storm.

No resolution of my parking at the Bean. I have heard that there is an abatement of harassing mtn bikers parking in the lot, some are trail head parking and not doing business with any of the businesses paying for the parking lot. I don’t know if that policy affects me. I chose to park there infrequently. Both sides loose: the shop doesn’t get me as an attraction and for me I am cut off from connections.

Traffic during the meat of the day on weekends builds which causes backups to west sedona or back. Travel early and later after visitors have left. Lots of visitors.  I add my van to the flow.

PT is fixing my left leg pain. Overuse of muscles, not phantom muscle firing.

My professional time consumer lifestyle needs help filling those vacant minutes. Dunno. Not tapping into the excitement. Shallow connections with the locals and the visitors are transient. My body is relishing stasis and my command center is listening. Sitting and spacing.

The Lonely, the Lonesome, the Gone.

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