The mandatory camp site huck on Scott's bike was the first thing we did after breakfast. The plan of attack was to head in the direction of the car, periodically checking the frame as we continued.
We headed down, Scott choosing fun, rocky lines as I would try to baby the bike over the smoothest lines.
It seemed to be working, so much that we even opted for a powerline road that eventually led to singletrack and 2 places to get water from a wildlife tank.
Since the frame was holding together, we opted for some new-to-me AZT singletrack on the north side of the Gila River. Flowers and flowers lined the trail.
Some pretty amazing rock work went into building this trail.
It was an out-n-back and there was plenty of spots to stop and take it all in.
I think Scott uttered a few times "oh sweet, another break."
I decided to really give "oran-gee" one last go at singletrack and "raced" the last few miles of singletrack. Despite the broken frame, we managed to still ride 12 hours with 10,000 feet of climbing.
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