"Whose idea was this anyway?"

February 25, 2006

Antoinette, Jeff, and Steele

About halfway down the notorious, the dangerous, the outrageously treacherous Lost Burrito Trail, Steele looked up in exasperation and provided the title for this travelogue.

Things started easily enough, spinning up Schultz and up Gnarly. Here's Antoinette approaching one of the squeezes on Schultz.

After the easy but steady grind up Gnarly, we rode across the beautiful lake beds atop the Dry Lake Hills and took a detour to the viewpoint overlooking Flagstaff.

Steele and Antoinette posed for a shot atop the rocks.

Then we rode out and hooked back across the steep little hump that takes you onto the southernmost of the Dry Lakes...

...and this drops you onto Lost Burrito, Flagstaff's most notorious trail, and allegedly named for its physiological effect on the first person to attempt to ride up it. The upper part of this trail is sheer suicide. The photo does not even begin to convey how steep this is, and for an intermediate rider like me it's just not rideable. You can find reviews on the Web that talk about this trail being "doable" and how so-and-so can do it without dabbing while drinking a beer. Never mind: this trail is nuts.

But here she is, our own Antoinette...riding Lost Burrito! She carved it; she shredded it, all with a smile on her face. (Well, not quite, but she was riding this section, in the lower half, where things moderate a bit and it actually becomes quite a nice trail.)

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