March 6th, 2009 
admin The ride was broken down into two routes: hard and soft. I don’t particularly like being referred to as soft, but I know my limitations and my dirt experience at this juncture is, shall we say, succinct. I was all too happy to not take the road less traveled. The mellow route consisted mainly of narrow, two-track that often degraded into what I would call a wide single track. Being desert it should go without saying, but the terrain was either very rocky or very sandy with a little hard pack thrown in. I spent a good portion of the day avoiding the many variety of beautiful, but nasty cactus that taunted me from the road’s edge. Not the least of which was an especially gnarly breed commonly called Jumping Cholla. We traversed a small portion of the vast and rugged desert of Southern Arizona on mile after mile of such roads soaking in all the unique beauty surrounding us. There doesn’t seem to be anything quite like it.
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