As I missed one days blog due to wifi abuse at the GC, I have decided to get you back up to date with 2 days in one. Don't panic..It's not going to be massive. We have nearly broken ourselves and have only managed one ride a day.
Yestarday started off badly with a hangover, the worse motel room coffee ever, muesli out of a cup with rice milk and no spoons (Stefan likes to pretend he's new age) and a half humorous, half bitchy political stoush about who wants to walk down the Grand Canyon and for how far.
Being all good mates, we decide to follow Stefans lead and walk down the Canyon until the first person throws their toys out of the pram (it's a 8-12 hour hike depending on how hard you are). I avoid this drama as I cunningly wait until they have started the descent and then I just pull out mumbling something about my hemorrhoids (always works) and I have a nice leisurely walk along the rim and then jump on my bike and ride the cycle section Rim Trail and look for a good kicker for my canyon gap jump.
The lads get back far earlier than anticipated so we bust a move to Sedona via McDonalds for my second worst coffee ever and a snack that cost more than the huge Mexican meal the night before.
We decide last minute to stop at Flagstaff, Arizona to ride some sweet aspen and pine singletrack with local trail guide Dan, then arrive at Sedona by nightfall to fall on the sofa and try and make ourselves dinner from the leftover food in the chilly bin (there was a time on the trip when someone, usually James, would whip up something delicious for everyone to eat, but now it's every man for himself).
Today we woke at 5 am so we could make our next mission to Hi-line trail at dawn. We met up with local ripper Lars, another muscular firefighter who left us chewing on his dust as he effortlessly sprinted, popped, jumped, and dropped the stunning slickrock, sand, ravines and slabrock drops of the Redrocks trail network. He broke us big time and any thoughts of ride number 2 were quickly put in the back of the cupboard as the temperature climbed and moral dropped.
Luckily we had a fridge full of local IPA's (Stefans food snobbery also transcends to beer) so the scales were tipped in favour of a siesta with some smack talk about how we were going to smash Hangover trail tomorrow. I was gutted to not ride another trail. Sedona has the best terrain ever, but is a little too much up down up down up down for old guys like us on our 11th day in the saddle.
NOTE: So I found out what happens if you mate a horse and donkey the wrong way. It's called a Hinny, and they are smaller. And if you're into slaves, then who wants a small one.