{"id":9343,"date":"2019-08-14T11:10:17","date_gmt":"2019-08-14T18:10:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=9343"},"modified":"2021-10-05T04:49:19","modified_gmt":"2021-10-05T11:49:19","slug":"sweetwater-preserve","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=9343","title":{"rendered":"Sweetwater Preserve"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

April the thirteenth<\/strong>, 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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The Sweetwater Preserve<\/a> in the Tucson mountain district <\/strong>is where the locals go to get their mountain biking done. I follow the recommendations and ready my new fat tire bike and my body for the trails ahead of me. The temperatures are still sublime for mid-april.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I surprise myself <\/strong>with the agility and control I still have, conquering mile after mile of racing past Saguaro cacti and lightning quick lizards.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Then reality smacks me<\/strong> in the face. I take a corner too quickly and my tires slide on the gravelly rocks, sending me over the handlebars and into the dirt. I jump up quickly, hoping that no one saw the wipe out. Why I care I do not know…..<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No worse for wear other than losing a little skin on the palms of my hands, I make it back to the truck and call it a day. No need to risk serious injury. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I find a nice little picnic spot in the Saguaro National Park, crack open a PBR, and relish in the memories of my morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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