Rode from the campground and on to Wrangler, whose general uphill slant made tired Zeke more so. At last we are at the start of Kernan Trail, from what I’d read the jewel of the place and it was rocking indeed. Kernan trail is a lot like Chutes from the other day but miles long. I felt like I was on a legit bike park trail.

Honestly super stoked I made it nonstop up the long climb back, via the same twisting road that leads directly, not as the bird flies of course, to the campground, the very road taken yesterday as I drove up. So I had an idea of it which helps.

There’s a lot more to explore here and the campground is terrific. Apparently the motos actually create these divinely bermed corners; they are heavier and run with far more terrain flattening wide tires. Definitely a place to revisit.

Back at camp, I spent the afternoon hanging out with my Alaskan neighbor who is taking his ride to Tijuana for a sweet exterior makeover. So many options I’ve never considered. He spoke highly of Phoenix for mountain biking and especially of the trails back home, how the dirt was so good, and not what he’s found in his albeit finite experience down here and far he has traveled. We chatted for hours actually. It was nice.

It’s cold tonight. Saves on battery usage for sure.