Mingus Mountain
Trail: Mingus Mountain
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Where: Cottonwood, AZ
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When: 06/21/2003
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<I>Also includes many photos of the on-road and in-hotel adventures.</I>
The adventure begins!
A blurry stop sign leaving Jack's house.
Me opening the doors to the balcony at the Ritz Carlton, er Sunburst Resort in Scottsdale.
Me.
Me.
Jack.
The room at the Ritz.
Me and Nicole @ In N Out...after like a 7 hour drive from the Ritz.
Nicole.
Jack.
Nicole.
Nicole trying to hide after using the loo.
Nicole still hiding, post-loo.
Ditto.
Me at the "lagoon."
Nicole kicking sand at me. How mean.
Nicole's feet, covered in sand.
Jack's favorite photo topic...
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Me.
Nicole and her (*)(*)
The door.
The best part of wakin' up...
Jack is getting gas.
More gas!
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On the way to Flagstaff.
The man opressin' someone!
The X at the Fabulous Radisson Woodlands in Flagstaff.
Again, the X.
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Me, in the suite, at the Fabulous Radisson Woodlands.
A very slow Subaru on Highway 89A to Sedona.
Looks like Summerhaven...
Again, the Subaru...
View partway up Mingus Mountain in Cottonwood.
Jack...doing business.
Part of an old mine.
An even better view from the trail up Mingus.
Xterra and me.
Part of a mining building.
The base of the mining building. Pretty cool.
A sign.
My X and Mingus Mountain.
A cess pool filled with iron sludge.
More mountains.
Skipping rocks in the cess pool. Look for video later.
Peek-a-boo! We parked here while hiding from a scary white supremacist. Seriously.
Another view of Cottonwood.
Some Russian propaganda.
A lizard.
OK, the KKK dude moved on, we are on the actual trail now.
Gorgeous view just before sunset.
X.
X, look how studly.
X from higher up. Look, a tree.
An old dam.
The town of Jerome. Super old mining town.
This town actually died 100 years ago...nobody told it.
Most of the buildings had broken glass...the old style, with waves in it.
Quaint city street.
Believe it or not, this is Highway 89A.
Almost out of Jerome on the way back to Flag.
Our departing view of Jerome.
The stoplight at Mingus Mountain Road in Cottonwood. We drove offroad up one side and then on asphalt through Jerome down the other.
Jack, waiting for ATM.
The X's rump.
The X, in shadow.
Bad version of the same.
Looks like I have 50 inch tires...
The X of a stupid college girl in Flagstaff.
Jack, drinking tea.
Jack. Uh, Jacking.
The TV at the Fabulous Radisson Woodlands.
Me at the Fabulous Radisson Woodlands.
Me at the Fabulous Radisson Woodlands.
Not amused at the Fabulous Radisson Woodlands.
Jack. Squinting.
*blink*
Whaddup?
Jack, sleeping, at the Fabulous Radisson Woodlands.
The TV, again for some reason, at the Fabulous Radisson Woodlands.
Jack waiting to leave the Fabulous Radisson Woodlands.
The view from the living room at the Fabulous Radisson Woodlands.
The bathroom at the Fabulous Radisson Woodlands. Note the phone for use in a national emergency.
My bedroom at the Fabulous Radisson Woodlands.
My Xterra clowning a soccer-mom SUV at the Fabulous Radisson Woodlands.
The Fabulous Radisson Woodlands had a 'skybridge' to walk from one building to the next. One end started you on the second floor, but on the other building you were on the third floor.
This is dripping water as we leave the Fabulous Radisson Woodlands.
This is on the way east towards Meteor Crater.
A sign advertising the crater.
This is how slow I had to go behind a U-Haul.
This is the stupid U-Haul.
This is a helicopter taking off at the Meteor Crater site. Note the Xterra in the parking lot.
An Apollo "test capsule." It's like a tin can. No wonder early astronatus got so many girls, you'd have to be a stud to live in it.
The wall of fame.
Subway is a cancer. They actually have one at Meteor Crater.
The crater. 150 foot long meteor caused this, traveling st 11 Miles Per SECOND.
Me. Peace.
The rim.
Another view of the crater. Immense.
The visitor's center.
A feeble attempt to photograph the Xterra.
Again, the crater.
Jack at the crater.
Jack at the crater, but you can actually see the crater.
Me at the crater.
The way back.
There is a "town" called Two Guns.
Jack, taking a photo of himself.
Jack eating cheesecake at CPK in Phoenix on the way back to Tucson.
Jack's half-devoured cake.
What do you think this means?
Smoke visible from Picacho Peak. Mount Lemmon is a burnin'
Picacho Peak itself.
BURNINATED!
Ostritch farm.
A car.
My feeble attempt to show how cool my X is.
Skrappy's! I bet Marx would listen to bands here.A view of our room, in the dark.
Nicole and I star in a Jack film.
Jack talks. Nicole stares at me like I'm a freak. Good times. This is still in Scottsdale.
I'm "tired." Or "fired." Or something. I was tired, yes. I hate Sarah Jessica Parker.
Panoramic view of Mingus Mountain near the mining remains.
Skipping rocks in the cess pool!
Check out my mad offroad skillz.
This gives you an idea of how rocky the road actually is. You can't see it, but this trail would eat a car. Not exactly "difficult," but then again I'm a newbie.
Highway 89A towards Jerome and Cottonwood. The car in front was afraid of me.
Some sort of view of me in the "bigfoot" cinematic style at the Fabulous Radisson Woodlands.
It was freakin' windy at Meteor Crater. Look at me.
I-17 on the way to Phoenix for lunch...then on to Tucson.