It’s the morning golden hour in the San Rafael Swell, but I rise not to capture the sunrise, but to get my blood pumping, my heart racing, my juices flowing along the newly discovered Mexican Mountain trail.
Hues of purple melt into orange bands of fire along the tips of the mountain peaks. Hawks circle overhead for a morning meal as my pedals continue in their forward motion.
There is nothing quite like discovering a new trail, then having the scenery all to yourself in the peaceful hours of a San Rafael morning.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.