I started in the spectacular Inner Basin of the San Francisco Peaks.
Portable aid station.
I made sure Taco was situated in a pleasant Aspen glade.
I headed toward Weatherford and the IB.
Flagstaff is the real Aspen. Just no Gucci.
First glimpse of the high peaks.
Unusual location for a bus stop.
Rocky trail above the Basin.
The trail was surprisingly snowy too.
After about an hour, I hit the Weatherford junction.
Weatherford was snowy too.
Looking back at Agassiz. The trailcut is visible on the east slope.
Meadow along Weatherford
I was shocked to learn about the "real cheese" situation vis a vis Combos.
Kachina crosses some amazing meadows on the south slopes of the high peaks.
And more hot Aspen glades.
After a sluggish 5.2 miles on Kachina, I popped out back in civilization at the AZ. Snowbowl ski area.
I wish I owned a "more difficult" horse so I could use this trail.
High peaks from ski area
Too windy for the SkyRide.
Good thing the lodge was open. I was way thirsty.
World's most awesome disc golf course. 6th hole.
After some more Combos and M&Ms, I hopped aboard the Humphrey's Peak freeway trail.
Humphrey's Peak trail is kind of boring and crowded with unpleasant urbanites.
Photo of me at the saddle, el. 11,700ish
Looking toward the north. The Grand Canyon is up there somewhere. It is hiding in a big whole.
Weatherford Trail, which I took east
Agassiz again. I think it is named after Mr. Steffi Graf.
New take on the headshot. I am delighted to see my hair appearing so thick and lustrous.
Some snowy patches
A big snowy patch. I did a mini-glissade.
Me and my shadow
After a few miles, I had come full circle, back at the Weatherford/IB junction
Back in the Inner Basin, around 5:45pm
If I lived here, I'd be home now...
Good tip. Arizona: take heed.