6 AM, 20 some miles north of Moab, a bachelor in paradise waits on sun and temps to rise enough to straddle his Bad Habit Cannondale and put in some single-track time. Bobbie’s home in Lovely Ouray, working on her second cup of coffee, snug as a bug by the hearth.
It’s been a while…a hundred reasons why. You don’t need to hear them again.
|Before she headed home...|
Been pinned down by wind for a couple days; ahhh, springtime in the high desert, gotta love it. Fortunately, my Plaindealer column was (over) due so I got it knocked out and sent while Goldie shook, rattled and almost rolled in gail-force gusts. Today looks good tho. We'll see. I'm getting where I don't trust weather-guessers any further than I could throw them. They look you right in the eye and lie worse than a bought politician. Then temps dropped like a tossed rock, so I broke out the keyboard and proceed to break the silence...along with my eardrums.
|Passing through Monument Valley|
|15 minutes to Arches Boundary...no waiting in line.|
Peace Out, from a high desert, red rock boondock.
Life is still Good!