Me and the Happy Jack Post Office. Who was this Jack Fella? And what made him so dang Happy?
The following is the account of my attempt at running the Dirty Mogollon Mormon Madness 200k Permanent-
I had originally thought of driving up Thursday night and camping in the campground around the corner from the Clint's well Gas station but after all was said and done Thursday night it was 9:30 before I was ready so I figured I would get a good night sleep and wake up at 4 AM and then go. I didn't sleep well at all and an infernal cricket kept chirping all night so 30 minutes before I was supposed to wake up I shut off the alarm and made ready to go. It would take me 2 hours and 20 minutes all told to get up there with a short stop to change into my cycling clothes in a hidden spot next to the highway. It was 40 degrees. Needless to say I put on my Arm Warmers and Leg warmers.
Clints Well/Happy Jack is pretty much a gas station and a cafe. They pretty much exist because there is nothing else around for 45 miles except Pine and Strawberry and campers don't like to drive all the way off the rim. So, at ten to seven I sat waiting outside the gas station waiting for it to open. I was loaded for bear and so was my bike. For every one of the 15 pounds I had lost lately I likely had equivalent weight in an item I brought to support myself on this trip. Extra things like a meager survival kit for making shelter and fire should I get stuck out in the middle of nowhere. A bottle of water purification tablets should I run out of water and need to use one of the springs to obtain water. A pocket knife for various things (really goes under the survival category). A bag of maltodextrin and 4 cliff bars to get me through the first three legs (2nd control has water but no food). 3 26 oz water bottles filled with water and maltodextrin. Other than that the main difference was I would be riding a mountain bike with 2" tires and aerobars (not so much for speed but for a place to rest my hands for awhile on smoother roads).
The gas station finally opened and I was off having quaffed a pinapple mango beverage of some sort. The first thing I noticed was the nip in the air. My ears and cheeks were cold but the smell of the pine trees more than made up for the cold start. I was off riding through the forest. I was home again. I grew up in Flagstaff and used to mountain bike all over through the forest and I have to say I have not done it in a long long time. It was not long before the road began to climb. I rode through alternating patches of shade and sun but mostly shade for the first part seeing as the sun was still rising. I was noticing the altitude a bit on this first hill. The air was definitely thinner up here. Of course what goes up must go down and it wasn't too long before I was at Jones Crossing heading over East Clear Creek far above where I would again cross it later this morning. From here the steady climb of the morning starts. It is a 10% grade climbing out of Jones Crossing and then after the first mile the road gradually climbs for 7 miles or so. This was what I feared would jeopardize my arriving at the first control 18 miles into the ride. I needed to keep at least 10 mph climbing this and I did. The really funny thing about all this is that I think this road was in better condition than the rim road which I would eventually get to but stopped to snap a picture a little bit before the turn.
I love snapping pictures of the lush forests of the rim country as many people don't know there is another half to Arizona. Many is the time I spoke with people who were surprised to learn of pine forests in Arizona only to have someone chime in to state that they were caught in the worst blizzard of their lives outside of Flagstaff. The fact is the largest stand of Ponderosa pine in the world grows right here in the good old Grand Canyon state and stretches from Williams to the new Mexico border and beyond. I would only be riding through a small chunk of it today.
Riding the rim road made me glad I put the fat tires on. It was rollers. Not just any rollers. Steep ones with inclines of 10-13% magnitude. Fortunately the scenery was incredible. The views along the rim are absolutely singular. The Mogollon rim is the southern end of the Colorado Plateau which stretches all the way up into, you guessed it, Colorado. There is over 1000' feet of elevation drop from the top to the bottom of the rim and this leads to unsurpassed views of the mtn ranges to the south which stretch out as far as the eye can see.
I have no idea why I had this look on my face. Perhaps I was about to fall
Riding the steep rollers of the rim made me glad I had ditched the idea of riding on slicks. Some of the steeper sections were washboarded and had scree on them where any kind of speed needed to be supported by good grip on the front wheel. I knew I was pressed for time and there was a lot more climbing in this section than I had expected.
Old red enjoying the view.
I did stop along this section for a few pictures. You just can't ride along the rim with a camera and not snap a few photographs. During this section I would spot one of three cars I would see during the day (not counting the pavement section) and we would narrowly pass each other as he came down a steep one lane section and I went up. Around here I startled one of the largest Coyotes I have seen. I am pretty sure it was not a grey wolf as I don't think they range this far west.
By the time I got to the first control I had climbed 1680' all told. Looking at my watch I had 15 minutes to spare. I had done it. The first section was in the bag, a little close for comfort but in the bag none the less. The cabin looked just like I had last seen it when I went biking back here with scouts a few years back. After a quick picture of myself and a picture of my GPS to prove I had been here at the time I wrote down I was off onto the next section.
After getting up the initial hill exiting this control I turned down forest road 95. Around a mile in I saw one of the hugest elk I have seen in a long time. I thought it was a horse at first as it didn't have horns. It ran off into the woods and stared at me as I passed. This weird red, white, blue, and black animal that mysteriously ran above the ground.
This section was about 7 miles of beautiful descent with a pristine forested canyon and a stream in the bottom at the bottom of it. For the most part this road was smooth and I got up into the 20's a few times on it but mostly I went 15-20. The sun was higher in the sky now and things were starting to warm up. In fact I had to push my arm warmers down and unzip the jersey because on a few of the uphills I got downright warm. I would need to shed my arm and leg warmers at the bottom of Clear Creek Gorge.
The descent into Clear Creek Gorge is a lot of fun. One does need to be careful though as there are bumpy sections and there is nothing off the left hand side of the road so staying in control is important. There is a good 800 foot drop into the canyon which has a little bridge at the bottom and a beautiful creek bordered by sandstone cliffes and trees on either side.
The second control and the Blue Ridge Ranger Station
From here there would be some more fairly quick dirt road which was good because I knew I needed to bank some time as there was a rough section coming up that would eat my average for lunch and spit it out. I got passed by my second car of the day. It was a couple of Good Ol' Boys in a faded blue pickup of probably 70 eras fame heading up to one of the lakes up this road.
Watching the cue sheet I arrived at the spot where there should be a road but I was having trouble finding it. I turned on the GPS (low on batteries so I was only using it to confirm turns) and sure enough this is where it turned off. Could that little tire track in the dried mud be it? Well, off I went down the little tire track which soon became a rocky mess. The road was nearly as rocky and rough if not more than the non-road. I would be assured this was a road when I reached a forlorn cattle guard sitting out in a field. The road from here grew a little more pronounced but remained rocky.
I would follow the rocky road up into a desolate area devoid of trees but having an occasional juniper bush. This was an ancient lava flow as the large basalt rocks in the road testified. I felt utterly abandoned out there in the desolation. I probably averaged around 3 mph in the next 2 miles. After 2 miles it let up a bit but there would still be sections like it interspersed and the road kept me below 7 mph in all but a few places. One part near Turkey mtn was pretty but this section was a grind mostly.
At one point the pain was interrupted by a herd of cattle who weren't too sure about me. They were feeding near a tank out in the woods. As I approached they moved off up the road. I felt like a real wrangler as I chased them along. I would herd them about a quarter mile before they figured out all they had to do was get off the road.
It takes a half hour before the water is ready to drink so I retired to a nice shady campsite at one end of the meadow to lay down and figure out how I could change the route to avoid the previous 10 miles of trail as this permanent will be nearly unrunnable with them and even that in good conditions. Even without them the permanent will be a strong challenge. I figure I will need to add 5 miles of pavement and a control to get around them as that section of the forest is really remote and there aren't any other roads in the vicinity that aren't any different.
While I was laying down I saw a cow skull and thought I would take a picture of it with my bike.
I had over 5 miles to go to get out to the highway, but made a mental note of the area to use as an information control in the future. I was not going very fast out to the highway I am afraid. I had burned every last one of my biological matches so to speak. Feeling hungry I munched a cliff bar as I sipped the orange water out of my water bottle. I had not tasted iodine water in a long time. It is possible to get the taste out of it with vitamin c but I didn't have any and I wasn't exactly picky at this point. I coasted down hills and slowly climbed others in my granny gear. Feeling I should be near the highway I consulted my topo map and discovered I was less than a quarter mile away. At the highway I downed another cliff bar and some water.
The latest in Aerobar technology.
The ride down the highway was nice, especially the first big downhill where I found that when you are hitting potholes at 35 mph in the aerobars it is a really handy thing to have 2" tires. I plodded on down the road after the hill and meandered through 10 more miles of rollers before finally arriving back at Clint's Well 10 hours after I had started. All told I had 85 miles on the computer and nearly 6000 feet of climbing. Of course that doesn't account for the 10 miles of quad pumping rough road which I would take a long 10% grade over any day. So, I finished weak, thoroughly beat up, and glad to be back at the car. It was still an awesome day though. It could have been worse though if I had not been prepared. Good Boy Scout as Glen Moyer of Southern Arizona Randonneur fame would say.