Sidewinder

The cool evening catches us. Outside again. One friend, one dog. We wind along a side slope of slickrock, press into the juniper forest on a sweet narrow trail, burst back into the sunlight and onto slickrock.

It is a voyage of discovery. We move past that which we know and we find that which we did not know exists. We boldly go where bikes have gone before, but where we have not.

Steady, gentle climb. Tight turns. Rolling rock. Hanging branches. Ledges. Steeps. Roots. Sand. Drops.

Shadows run east as the sunlight falls west. The trail continues, but time turns us around. We chase shadows back the way we've come.

The gentle climb that wound us upward unwinds with quickening speed. We burn through turns and pour over the rolling rock. We duck branches and dodge bushes. Tires sizzle against the sloping slickrock. We fly.

We return to the truck and turn toward town as a bright smile of moonlight burns out of the daylight and into the twilight.

--Greg

From 2010 Spring

From 2010 Spring

From 2010 Spring

From 2010 Spring