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”
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