Those towers up there

Everyone has their own preferences/needs on their bikes - race, cruise, huck, jump, rail, flow, trial, socialize, spin,....or combinations thereof.  One of mine of course is to climb.

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.