Prescott to Cottonwood…with a haunted burger en route

 


This was a fun day.  A steady climb out of Prescott (why are all these Arizona towns at the bottom of valleys so you have to buy back the elevation you lost coasting into the hotel??)

Got screamed at by a very angry driver who felt bikes should not be on the road.  Lots of colorful F bomb variants.  Good things he’d dropped all the kids at their elementary so his school bus was empty!!

The climb up Mingus Mountain was slow and steady and really pretty.  No shoulder but not much traffic and felt safe all the way up.  

At the top of Mingus



What's that sign over my shoulder ?
7023 Feet Above Sea Level


We had a fast bumpy descent with great views. When I say "bumpy" I mean that the apex of each curve had a giant tire-defeating pot hole so we had to keep speeds reasonably under control.

And a lunch stop in Jerome, self proclaimed as the most haunted place ever. Great milkshakes and a Haunted Burger.  I don’t know what made it haunted. Cow ghosts?

I went with the haunted lemonade.

Leaning into the "Ghost Town" angle.

I’m ready for another day with lots of climbing to reach Flagstaff…and then a day off!


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