January 14, Sedona, AZ.
Today around 11 AM I parked out Dry Creek rd where Chuck Wagon crosses. Stuck my nose outside then pulled it back in real quickly. WTF? Hot. Well, relative. Riding apparel for my ride was short sleeve jersey and shorts. Hydration bladder sufficiently full. I pedaled away baring pasty white skin to the sun. Skin appears to be as white after 2 hour ride. Parking was not as packed as some times. Middle of week. Pedaled Chuck Wagon out sharing trail with a few hikers. I freed the clapper on my bell such that bell clangs on every trail bump or dip. A pleasant tinkle. Trail shows wear with no precip to settle dirt. I ( word description for pedaling over deep sand) down in Dry Creek bottom. I had planned a long ride that shrunk because I thought about how this ride will fit in with a ride with Dave from Fat Tire tomorrow. And my right but cheek is smarting from an attempted power move yesterday. PT session tomorrow to work on that. Again, a trail net work exists which keeps many trail choices in play. Chuck wagon to Mescal to Yucca which joins lower Canyon of Fools, OK to AZ Cypress turning uphill on Snake to climb out of creek bottom. Turn left on Girdner then left for short piece of Chuck Wagon and my van.
The cannabutter I made has some punch as I learned right at the start of today’s ride. I made more butter than the fudge recipe called for, the extra I froze. Last night I made skillet corn bread which called for a bit of cooled melted butter. I chose the frozen. I ate several slices last night which satisfied my hunger but because of previous dosage I was unable to discern a buzz. Today before pedaling off I ate some more at lunch. And the altered mental attention kicked in. Just not sharp. Eating affects me more than vaping. As I rode I made peace with my head. I was still no slouch.
My Catalyst pedal has a wiggle in it. I contacted them, they sent me at their expense a turned down wall deep 9mm socket to grip the retaining nut. Nut was tight. Needed rebuild kit. I ordered one on line, it arrived today Fed Ex. A hand written note on the package thanked me for support and he included axels.. I thanked them for their support. I am sold on the pedals and the several riders who are riding them feel the same. Now me to rebuild.
Yesterday I rode a piece of the Hogs. Llama to Little Horse up to Chicken Point. Broken Arrow to Hog to Twin Butte, Hogwash, Peccary, Mystic, neighborhood, HT. Breezy, Templeton, Hermitt, Slim Shady. Noticed blocking of social trails up near Chicken Point. Almost all by myself. Becoming reacquainted with old friends, trails that is. I was only gone from here for 6 months but I unsure of same condition. I pay attention on roll downs and drops picking my line over what’s ahead. I don’t know anything about a perhaps kicked in rock on the trail. Mental calculations constantly figuring force and vectors. New tires with sharp edges are well appreciated.
This morning ranchhands from the cattle grazer were filling the water tank right near where I stay. This means cows will be shortly moved on to my spot with subsequent manure. They haul water in a large trailer then gas pump water into the car size iron plate vertical cylinder. Desert is dead dry, drier than last year. Cows have been on the other side of the road. what nourishment are they taking from the land?
Zags play tonight on ESPN. I’m across the street from PJs on a paved parking lot. Dinner time. I will eat a salad barside during the game.