
Da plane! Da plane!
This is a bikecentric post. The next one will be for mass consumption.
Fantasy Island is a chunk of square land on the east side of Tucson. It’s not a difficult ride by any stretch of the imagination. We rode 20 miles with only 215 feet elevation gain. What it is, is fun. It’s super fast turny singletrack with cacti all around. If you veer off the trail you are getting poked. It’s fun to have fun and the Tucson mountain biking community have had a fun time decorating the trails, especially bunny trail.

Wait till you see this obsession with bunnies!

I probably only got pics of half the bunnies. I’m sure I missed many focusing on the trail.

There’s also a trail called Bunnies Revenge.

Welcome Spring.

Stuffed one in the Cholla has seen happier days.

This kind of stuff was everywhere.

This was my favorite. The poor thing seems sad and lonely.

Indeed!

Hardy har har.

And of course license plates.

Old Man Birch in the lead and Amelia going for 3 points between the Saguaros.

Indian land?

A real memorial.

This was a fun section! And also where Old Man Birch was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he wasn’t lost, but he was certainly no longer riding with us! After many calls back and forth we finally ran into him.

Over.

Under.

Ain’t that the way it always goes…the city of Tucson sold a substantial piece of Fantasy Island to a developer. The island is getting smaller.
Later that day we stopped by Catalina Brewing. A great mountain bike themed vibe with all kinds of cool paraphernalia. Coming from San Diego County, the epicenter of craft beer, we have grown accustomed to high standards. That being said, we rated the beer below average. I couldn’t wait to get back to the Airstream and have a Karl Strauss Aurora Hoppyalis!

Really love the theme. We bike, we brew.

They have been open less than year.

The entire bar had a glass top with biking stuff underneath.

They give an educator discount! So Amelia and Old Man Birch scored.

Shelf in the bano.

Great shower curtain in one of the bathrooms!
Here’s a couple obligatory pics from the famous 50 year trail.

OMB, 73 years young and an inspiration to us.

Desert riding is different!
Happy New Year!