Adventures/Visuals/Projects

Ah, Arizona. The great land of open trails, massive camp fires, dangerous open mine shafts, and the suspicious hotdog vendor. We depart as soon as we put our motorcycles back together. We will cover roughly 1000 miles of trails. We will sleep wherever we are when the sun departs our view. We will eat… probably very unhealthy and/or unsanitary food. What an adventure it will be!

This trip, however, will be quite different as we will have no “support van” with much needed water and sleeping quarters. We will be loading up our motorbikes with all the necessary supplies: water, a toothbrush, and a sleeping bag. We’ll have to see about the old bathroom situation.

Here are some tasty visuals from previous trips to the region.

Old Rusty Stuff!

Cactus... soon to be set ablaze

Ol' law-abiding Clarke

Some old missiles (a dangerous path)

I don't like this. Doesn't look safe.

How we pass the time until bed

The booming town of Nothing, AZ

Clarke thinks those glasses are SO cool!

I KNEW we should have bought that insurance!

An Arizona traffic jam

That fire should be 3 times bigger!

Now that REALLY doesn't look safe! (Ben looks a little nervous)

Our classic camping site

Exploring the mysterious "Painted Canyon"

Wow, my last post was many moons ago. Last ride was to Lazy H.  This ride was just Crazy H!!! (It’s a joke!). Anywho, this was an thrilling ride, being that three of five bikes succumbed to gravity and/or lack of friction.

Yet another enjoyable weekend at the Lazy H Ranch. Although riding time was cut short, we thoroughly enjoyed the time away from bills, emails and phone calls.

Get off the Grass!

So Many Tires!

Our Lazy H Living Quarters

Jumpin' Mackies!

The Hidden Lazy H Motorcycle

All These Bikes to Buy a Spark Plug

The Parking Lot of the Resturant with the Best Catfish Tacos!

Labor Day – how fitting for Gramps – the hardest worker ever. He’s now with the Lord.

Despite a boisterous group of hooligans and their incessant “music”, we had a splendid time camping and riding up in the Ortega Mountains.

With work and school about to commence, a good ride was in order. So the three brothers set off on a grand 6-hour adventure through the mountains. We would come away with fantastic tales, two bee-strings, and the realization that I should have applied some sunscreen to my neck.

Checking out an old house (moments before bee-sting #1)

Avoiding the cliffs are the key here

A body of water

Is that dog STILL chasing Ben?

Enjoying expired cookies we found in a jacket

Hamburgers! (this was minutes before bee-sting #2)

“Impossible!”, people have said.

But the legendary lunker, or “King Carp Master” as he preferred, has been conquered. His length is an incredible .00075% of a mile!

Work and school can sure wear you down. I probably should have taken a nap. But I think a few hours of riding up and down steep hills with massively gnarly ruts accomplished the same thing. Ah, I now feel rejuvenated!