There are more pins and needles around here than the kind that draws blood and flattens tires. I'm talking mountains with steepled ridge lines, pinnacles that boggle the mind and swoons the heart. Throw in a few clouds and mild temps and it's about as close to heaven as one can get on planet earth.
As I think back on my disappointment and anger at not finding a site at McDowell Mountain's sweet abundance of groomed granite bike trails that go on forever, I'm almost embarrassed by the serendipity of landing in an equal, if not better, recreational paradise boondock. Maybe there is a God, after all.
|This in the view out my window.|