Thusly supplied with pounds of Trader Joes necessities, we made our way to the Verde River day run.
Overcast skies and moderate temps kept the fair-weather boaters away, leaving us with a quiet day on a fun and scenic stretch.
Jeny boat scouted then ran almost every rapid, choosing clean lines and executing them with skill.
Her smile sums up the way we felt after a day of December padding.
Next on tap: South Mountain Park in Phoenix. And yes, I'm a sucker for leafing ocotillo.
Warm temps on a weekend meant the trails were packed. Rookie move on my part, but we made the most of it by sessioning when needed--to give groups time to play through--and moving when that made more sense to do.
I've ridden SMP a handful of times and remembered a lot of the moves. It was Jeny's first time here so we spent a few extra minutes when needed--scouting and scoping before lining up and taking runs at challenging sections. The two pics above are the same sequence as the next shot below--and it's a rare person that gets it on their first-ever go.
The harder they are to clean, the more rewarding they always seem.
'nuther one o' them spine lines...
A brief, extra chunky roll-in, with a big audience.
The place is full of chunky ups like this one. Often the solution is found with slow speed and precision.
I surprised myself by cracking this one with a teeny bit of mo' and a very direct line.
Jeny swears she's not a basher. Uh huh.
Descending the chunktacular goodness of Holbert.
How much tire pressure? *Just* the right amount.
On the way back out.
We finished at sunset, wringing every ounce out of our third vacation day. Changed out of sodden clothes, then nabbed a Smashburger en route to meet M & M at the Salt.
Stick with us--more to come.