Yesterday we went to Flagstaff with the idea of going up the Snowbowl trail. Mama Nature thought otherwise. Hail, heavy rain, cows.
So today, as I was planning my trek to the Trump rally in Phoenix, I thought to myself: Mt. Ord.
I hadn’t been there in 25 years or so, and a presidential visit seemed as good a reason to escape as any. So I did.
My body assures me it’s become much steeper in the past 25 years, but it was a joy. The only other creatures I saw for two hours were a raven and four cows. No Neo-Nazis, no Antifa, no red hats, no brown uniforms. Just a gradual feeling that I was going to die, and this would be a pretty good place for it.
But of course, I didn’t die. It totally kicked my butt, but only in that good way that makes you start counting the days till you can do it again. I love this place.
6 miles, 2:09.13 (21:32-122) 1,361 feet elevation gain
11 a.m., mt. ord, 97
19:16, 26:33, 27:41, 20:37, 17:32, 17:40