those kinds of rides.
Matt determined to make the empty can fit into his pack.
Circle K number 2 and time for more beers. After all, it was on our way to more trail.
Still raining back in town, and hey, I have one more beer in my pack...
I've ridden TMP for years and never knew about this rock wall/dam, nor the single track leading you there.
We rode out 36th St. and headed for more dirt. Riding thru an open gate led to some washes, some random desert trails, a stint in the ghetto and more washes.
Riding thru this random storm drain/wash led us to a catwalk. Some guy leaned over the fence upon hearing us below and recognized Matt. Wha?
Turns out the guy was instrumental in building/developing the Robles Trails and led us thru his property to more washes!
We popped out by the Pima County jail and took the Santa Cruz river path back to town.
Then on Sunday Libby and I headed out to the Pistol Hill section of the AZ Trail where we met up with my Dad and Spiker.