Strap? Not there, no
But I had an interestingly pucker moment earlier on a rather hairy hill and elected to keep the strap, just in case for the next couple of obstacles.
The trail offered some great ones but at each challenge there was a bypass so that a stocker could make it through - however I suggest skidplates be mandatory for the trip.
The town had a for-real old fashioned saloon that was still in business: complete with a few geezers at the bar, a turn of the century pool table section, a diner in the back, and a group in the beer garden in the back yard. The second floor appeared to be used, probably boarding the proprietor of the saloon. It was a look into a life decades ago.
The ambiance was surreal, like something out of a movie. I couldn't believe a place like this still exists in this century.
The scenery was breathtaking. I am telling you guys, this is a great place to plan a future major run. It is fascinating to think that this area was in a stone's throw of Phoenix and 99.9% of the snowbirds here would never guess what was so near.
Rick picked up a ragged looking hitchiker (that I would not have let near my vehicle) on the way down the mountain. As Rick learned, he was a caretaker for a local mining co-op and Rick let him off of a local spur which holds great promise for a future exploration up to his mining claim.
Time for some Serious Arizona Explorations?
Or did you have to yse it to pull Rick out 
J/K 
