After a long night of carousing in Phoenix, I arrived in Payson around 6:45am.
I put down the hammer and actually won the race. Crazy. I was pleased to accept my award from Yosemite Sam.
After fighting off all the autograph seekers, I did some post run protein restoration thanks to a delicious Egg McMuffin.
Looking back at Young, AZ during the long (time, not distance) drive to the Aztec Peak area.
I am going to right a song about this town called "Forever Young"
Perhaps wearing running shoes that weigh less than five lbs. contributed to my blinding speed during the Payson racin'.
Me and Taco drove a ways up the Aztec Peak road, stopping about four miles short of the top.
After running up about 1.5 miles, I came across Trail 151, "Abbey's Way."
Like Ed himself, the trail was old and overgrown.
It does crisscross some super sweet meadows, however.
I took this picture because I though it was the top of Aztec Peak. Like four minutes later I realized the mistake.
The trail was in less than pristine condition. No six minute miles for me.
There. That is the actual summit. The giant lookout tower was a dead giveaway.
The summit area signage.
The ghost of Ed Abbey???? No. Just the current lookout dude. He seemed totally unamused by my questions about Ed Abbey's ghost.
Strange for a guy who couldn't stop raving about the fabulous rock representation of "Aztec" that he created. Who is he to judge?
Four Peaks. Namesake of the brewery in the PHX.
After my summit visit, I returned by running down the road.
Taco totally waited for me.
This sign was made in Ojo Caliente, NM. Who knew it was such a hub for sign manufacturing?
This is the sign I referred to in the preceding message.