I have always had a love/hate relationship with the Superstition mountains to the east of Phoenix. It is where the suburbs stop and the mountains begin. Therefore, it’s the only wilderness area I know of that you can still see the glow of the city while backpacking. The hills are filled with tourists but also endless miles of singletrack that due to it’s wilderness designation, I can’t ride my bike on. Then there is a great old legend of a lost gold mine hidden somewhere in them there hills. I love a good story about buried treasure.
Over the past couple years I have also heard a rumor of some prime singletrack out there hidden away up against the wilderness boundary. Come to find out, DC representative Turkey recently moved within riding distance of these trails. A date was set, the troops were rallied and we showed up on a Sunday afternoon 9 hooligans strong to explore some new trails.
Turkey informed us that the ride on “K-Trail” would be about 17 miles long and should take 3-4 hours. Bring it on. We rolled out pavement and some doubletrack for a few miles then we dismounted our bikes and walked 20 feet into the desert to a new hidden trail still in the process of being cut. We had the pleasure of being some of the first people to roll on perfectly cut new trail and it was nothing short of spectacular. The trail wasn’t quite done,and when it reached a dead end we found Mr. K himself digging away. It was the perfect opportunity to crack the first beer and talk to the man with the master plan about his six year labor of love. K was stoked to show us around and just smiled and said that this is just the beginning of what was in store for us. Beers were finished and the sound of 16 feet clipping into the pedals signaled the start of our grand tour of this amazing desert landscape.
I will try to sum up these trails with some pictures since the words seem to escape me right now…
This was a great day on the bike filled with good people, amazing scenery, and even better trails. The flow of these trails made me feel like I was in Fruita carving turns at full speed and smiling ear to ear the whole time. Every once and a while there would be a random “whoo hooo!” from somewhere in the line of riders, and that about sums it up. At one point I was so stoked that I found myself singing I Believe I Can Fly at the top of my lungs (I have no idea) and ended up crashing mid verse. It was just that good. The evening was capped perfectly with a carne asada BBQ and cold beers. Stories from the day were swapped and plans were made to return very soon. Many thanks go out to Turkey and K for being such great tour guides and gracious hosts. Get out and find some new trails, and as always….Keep it dirtyby