Must go up.
Must suffer.
Must live.
Will love.
Ahhhhhh...the rhythmic breathing and synthesis between the deep breaths, the churning pedals and the flaring nostrils.
So, when I see towers high atop some mountain, I immediately start imagining it's scraggly old dirt road/trail to the top.
I'd driven by these towers on Ord for years and finally was reminded/prompted via a buddy's recent strava post that it remained unseen (by me). Not sure if ol' lefty could handle it, but why not try?!
So, up I pedaled. Not the longest of rides, certainly not techy, but exactly what I needed. 1:20+ of up up up. Knee felt good, body entirely unfit, but ahhhhh, the soul felt DIVINE!!!!
Looking back down (south) from the top/towers...Roosevelt Lake to the left (SE) and Canyon/Saguaro lakes to the right (SW, behind tree). Over 3200' in 6 miles. Yessss!
The rugged terrain goes on and on and on, only w/a few squiggly lines of old mining roads....most of which beg to be ridden.
One of the few "flat" sections, which was on the skinny spine of the ridgeline.
