Jeff, the newest member of our trail crew, and Kadizzle took off to Thompson Mesa for a motorcycle ride. Cheech and The Commander hiked down to the jug while we rode. Jeff is a damn good rider, but has never experienced what Arizona can throw at you. Kadizzle had made the treacherous ride twice before. Jeff was on his practically new Triumph Tiger 800cc. That is a pretty good sized bike to be taking on the nastiest road Jeff has ever been on. Jeff said he would never do it again, I don't blame him. Kadizzled to told Jeff the grand finale would be the worst.
The grand finale is a very steep ride down into a very deep canyon that is about fifty yards or less wide at the bottom. We had come down an absolutely terrible road that we both thought we could not make it back up. Our only escape was to go down and back out of the canyon. After the debate Kadizzle went first. To even his own amazement, he made it. Kadizzle has decided after three trips this is the last time. At the top Kadizzle stopped and walked back fully expecting to see Jeff on the much heavier motorcycle crash. To the amazement of all Jeff made it.
In the middle of the trip we found the cherry on top. The cherry on top was a very neat Indian Ruin. It sat on the top of a hill and had a commanding view of the area. After we rode back to Cheech and The Commander we headed back to camp for heart medicine to wind up a perfect day.
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