I always liked the drumming in that particular tune...
First stop was Mohab and some riding, then XC skiing in the La Sals.
The morning I left, this was the last sunshine I saw that day while
driving South.
http://gallery.mtbr.com/data/mtbr/515/235111/011805_009.jpg
A bit of political correctness gone awry.
http://gallery.mtbr.com/data/mtbr/515/235111/011805_010.jpg
Then, I got to ride in the Sonoran Desert with some cool people.
http://gallery.mtbr.com/data/mtbr/512/235111/011805_024.jpg
Afterwards, it was off to some lady's house that had an excellent view
and several lunatics residing there for a few days.
http://gallery.mtbr.com/data/mtbr/515/235111/011805_036.jpg
Due to wet weather, it was time to head back to some Sonoran Desert
riding.
http://gallery.mtbr.com/data/mtbr/512/235111/011805_030.jpg
Finally though, it's time to ride in the red zone.
http://gallery.mtbr.com/data/mtbr/512/235111/011805_045.jpg
The next thing I know, I'm crossing the same river I crossed going to
and from work over the past ten years.
http://gallery.mtbr.com/data/mtbr/515/235111/011805_049.jpg
I knew I was back in the 'hood as soon as I saw this gangsta with his
hat on sideways.
http://gallery.mtbr.com/data/mtbr/515/235111/011805_052.jpg
I'm amazed that I made it back to the giant granola bar.