more time on the trails of the White Mountains

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 out on the trail, as well as couples walking hand in hand, and old men with their dogs. I pass them all by in a silent salutation.

The day exacts a heavy toll on me physically, but my mind feels free. I shake and wobble like a patient with muscular dystrophy.

Her death is weighing heavy on my mind. Could I have done more, or should I just let it go?

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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