A ride, recently.

Sedona. Last time ridden, Spring Fling. Needed another run. So, negotiations were commenced, souls were sold, or something like that. Phoenix was forecast for over 100, Flag was to have a low of 35. Sedona, meet in the middle. Up I-17 we went.

At the Sedona exit, we spy some odd white items on a trailer. We all look at each other, and agree, yes, we’re stoppin’.

Two blades, for a wind turbine placed somewhere else. Stepped them off, 90 feet give or take. Big. Swingin’ 180 feet plus, Wow.

Start at the IGA parking lot, head up school house road.

Ah, what a day for a ride. And then near disaster strikes. A broken saddle rail. Fortunately, we can slide it ahead slightly and continue.

A hike-a-bike along Buddha Beach, quite idyllic actually.

And then, a little playtime. Many hits, many retries, oops, shutter too early, oops, shutter too late. All that meant was, we get to ride and play more!

Templeton Trail and the beginnings of fall colors.

Good times, good times, sweaty gloves, red dirt, margaritas.