|Desert city with Palo Verde, the tree with the photosynthesizing bark, hanging over sweet mountain trails|
Dispatches from the spiky shade zone...
Out testing the feet this weekend on a hike, stretching the hill muscles, and giving the legs something to do besides turning circles, looking for places to ride, wander, and hike as the weather turns from the hot season to the warm season. About fifteen minutes after taking this shot, I was down on that trail in the very bottom right of the photo, and heard one of my favorite sounds: a cyclist coming up behind me with his knobby tires grumbling on singletrack gravel, and a bike shock compressing over rollers. Contemplated taking the next six months of work off to continue this dusty investigation, and follow after the cyclist, who wore no shirt, and was possessed of an aura of happy exhilaration.
Mmmm, happy exhilaration. Get some. A fall and winter of the ride-to-the-ride rule in full force. One bike to rule them all, road and trail. S24O of my dreams. Oh perfect tire for desert city trail riding campeuring, I seek you, in all your variable air pressure, hybrid tread pattern, and magnificent puncture resistance, wherefore art thou?
|Those distant mountains make the ride-to-the-ride rule an interesting challenge|
|A place to imagine sleeping with a coyote serenade|