Geocaching, and photo dump.

The weather this past week has been beautiful, with the nicest (warmest) days since November. So I've been going on after work rides. Wednesday, I wound up out near the junction of Route 66 and I-40, where the Walnut Canyon access road is. I stopped at an old water tank to take some pictures of the Peaks:
It's amazing to me how much snow has melted. This ride was intended to hit the trailheads to see if they were rideable yet. The answer being no, it turned into a cruise to enjoy the weather. As I was getting ready to leave the company of the water tank, I spotted an ammo can. I picked it up, not having any idea what it was. It was filled with small toys and knicknacks, some with tags, most with none. I ended up taking it home to figure out what it was.

That was a mistake.

So later, as I was rummaging through it, I found a slip of paper identifying it as a Geocache. Something that I was supposed to leave in place for others to find, as well as trade items between different caches. There's more than 500 just in the Flagstaff area, quite a few I've ridden right past. I'd never heard of this before, and now I'd just stolen one named "Old Yeller."

Oops.

So Thursday, I rode back out with the Geocache, and placed it back where I found it, after adding an item of my own, and taking Skins the Frog to give him a little boost further south the next time I go to Sedona. Old Yeller has a story to tell people now, and introduced me to the sport of Geocaching, something I'll be adding to my rides, after I get a GPS.

But, after over 55 miles on Bi in two days right off of winter... Surprisingly, today being the day after, I'm feeling pretty good.

Which brings us to the second part of todays post; The photo dump. I've been snapping pictures on my rides, and have been forgetting to make posts out of them, but I still want to share some of them. So, here you go:

The spring thaw is in full swing, it appears. This was half way up Cedar Hill on the edge of McMillian Mesa, on Wednesday.

A few weeks ago I rode up Highway 180 between snowstorms. The Peaks looked nice from Fort Valley.

I think this was a few days later, TC and I rode out before another storm, when the Peaks had a nice hat.

Due to the really big snowstorm, Lake Mary Road was closed near Mormon Lake, while plows dug out the road. This was on a motorcycle ride.

There was between 2 and 3 feet of snow on the ground at Mormon Lake... Those are fence posts.

The plow berms at Mormon Lake were taller than I am, so I didn't have to kneel to take this picture of the Peaks in the distance.

Not a sunset picture, but I liked the way the clouds looked, sort of like an inverse Aurora Borealis.

Mileage: 23 (yesterday)