Ryan and I just got back from a big roadtrip to the Southwest. Sun and slickrock were long overdue after a pretty chilly winter, so we packed up the car in search of warmth and new adventures. Our first stop–after a harrowing drive through a snowstorm in central Utah–was in Hurricane where we spent the night and met up with our good friends Bruce and Lori who happened to be passing through the area at the tail end of their vacation. Our intention was to ride Gooseberry Mesa, but we got snowed out! The road to the mesa was snowy and slimy, so we ended up at the LBS Over the Edge looking for a new trail. We ended up riding the Hurricane Rim trail, a really good ride to get into the desert groove again after the long hiatus.
After the ride, we hightailed it to Sedona, where we had reserved the studio apartment at the Sedona Bike and Bean for a few days. With a full kitchen, access to a bike shop (for those bike rebuilds that inevitably will occur), and trails leading to the Red Rock right out the back door, it was a perfect and affordable basecamp for a few days of shredding.

The Party Van, with Pickle Fork and Trailer.
Day one in Sedona actually took us out of Sedona and over to Cottonwood where we met up with friends from Tucson and Phoenix, packed nicely into the party van. Normally we might have joined in on the Mountain Bike Heaven Sunday ride, but as Gabe convincingly put it: “When the Party Van rolls into town with the pickle fork on, it’s best just to get in and don’t ask any questions.” Who can argue with that logic? The day’s riding was a Mingus Mountain Shredfest, with not one, but two runs from the tippity-top all the way back to Cottonwood. We rode from the Mingus Launch and were lucky enough to see hangliders launching of the mountain, right before we launched ourselves down Maverick. Rocky and technical at the top, then a nice exposed traverse through cacti (lesson #1 in the desert: do not crash! Everything is sharp and pokey.), then a steep and loose downhill.
Rolling back into Cottonwood, where the Party Van patiently awaited our return, we packed up again and drove back to the top to ride the Black Canyon Trail, which was double the distance, twice the pedaling, and half the braking. The trail dove off the mountain, steep, rocky and loose, then followed a stream for awhile, and eventually climbed up to a saddle in the form of a steep hike-a-bike, and careened off the mountain one final time. It was a maximum of about 12″ wide, cut into a steep and unforgiving slope (read: rocks, cacti, and small cliffs), slightly off-camber, making it one of those trails that has consequences if your mind wanders for even a second. Good times!

Mingus Launch

Rockin' the too-big-full face. Custom fitted with Jackie's stocking cap for extra padding and warmth.
Back in Sedona, we had intentions of having a quasi-rest day, but instead ended up going for 3 rides! Mic from Bionicon happened to be in the area for a race/demo, so we spent the day talking Bionicon while switching forks, rebuilding bikes in our studio, and going on a couple of short rides. It was great to see Mic and play on his 27 lb. Scandium Golden Willow, which is unbelievably nimble and compared to my 34 lb-er, so light and snappy, and super fun to jump!
Later that evening, we met up with Rama at Mountain Bike Heaven for a small sampling of his neighborhood trails, and my first lesson in technical climbing from one of the masters (more on that topic here).

Sunset Ride with Rama
Eat. Sleep. Shred. Repeat. That pretty much sums up our week in Sedona, with so many more rides there I actually lost track. We did a really long ride one day with Rama, through washes via delightful ups and downs, heinously technical climbs, some fast descents, and a little slickrock thrown in just for fun. We also joined a group ride and rode from MBH getting another taste of quality trails that literally surround Sedona; it is a mecca indeed!
On Thursday, we intended to take a day off from riding, as the Squealer was coming up in two days (!), and we were fairly successful were it not for the pump track that evening in Phoenix–my first ever experience on both a pump track and riding a bike without any brakes! And this was the start of phase II of our trip, Phoenix and the Squealer…To Be Continued.