Advertisements I read about a mountain biking trail system in Prescott called the “Circle Trail”. Forty five miles in total, one has many different entry points to access. It’s the start of our Memorial Day weekend here in the USA, and the first time in this new Covid world that masses of people venture outdoors.Continue reading “Stumbling onto Goldwater”
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Back to biking at Usery
Advertisements I survived being outside the day before. Although the virus is invisible, the feeling of your body being attacked with this unknown sickness unless one has on a radioactive protective suit weighs heavily on my mind. Yet I can not stay inside forever, it goes against my very nature. I need to exercise myContinue reading “Back to biking at Usery”
Losing time around Sasabe
Advertisements You lose the structure of time out here on the ranch. The horses don’t recognize 6 a.m. as time for breakfast, nor do the owls start hunting at 8 p.m. Time is replaced with a more intimate feeling, one that requires you to listen intently to your body, and your soul if you believeContinue reading “Losing time around Sasabe”
Eco-ride Mexico
Advertisements I found the tour company Eco Ride Mexico on trip advisor while planning out my daily Puerto Vallarta adventures. What initially caught my attention was a 30 mile bike tour they offered along the rugged Mexican coastline. I really wanted to test myself, and this ride certainly would have done that. A week beforeContinue reading “Eco-ride Mexico”
The Sonoran Preserve
Advertisements Captain Tripps is taking over the world, yet I will try to resist the temptation to let fear take hold of me. It’s not easy. Each cough, sniffle or the feeling of shortness of breath has me wondering if the virus has a hold of me, and if so, where do I go fromContinue reading “The Sonoran Preserve”
Big Bear for the 4th of July
Advertisements Is there such a thing as the quintessential American holiday getaway? This is the question I was looking to answer as I rumbled along Interstate 10 from Phoenix up into the mountains above Los Angeles. Destination….Big Bear. It is the start of the long 4th of July Holiday weekend, and the town is packedContinue reading “Big Bear for the 4th of July”
Sunday at Christopher Creek
Advertisements The smell of coffee is on my breath as my eyes adjust to the early morning light in Christopher Creek. My fishing pole in one hand, my tackle box in the other. I start down the trail, heading to the sound of rushing water. My tattered and torn flannel shirt feels so good. IContinue reading “Sunday at Christopher Creek”
Saturday at Christopher Creek
Advertisements Countless times have I driven past the exit sign to Christopher Creek. It was time for me to finally stop and really check out the area, so I get a cabin and start exploring. First stop is heading up the Mogollon Rim to find Woods Canyon lake to get some early morning fishing in.Continue reading “Saturday at Christopher Creek”
more time on the trails of the White Mountains
Advertisements Back up into the White Mountains of Eastern Arizona I go, ready to ride. I still have her on my mind, with years of memories flooding my senses. I need to push my limits of physical exertion and clean air to help me categorize the loss. It is Sunday, and so families are outContinue reading “more time on the trails of the White Mountains”
Sweetwater Preserve
Advertisements April the thirteenth, two thousand and nineteen. It is a rarity that I recall the exact date of something, but having just gotten my first National Park passport stampbook earlier this year makes that easier. The Sweetwater Preserve in the Tucson mountain district is where the locals go to get their mountain biking done.Continue reading “Sweetwater Preserve”