Now back in the cold devil dusted place one calls Montana I cower behind a double pane window and yearn to be back in the desert. To be free. To Explore. And to be worshiping the sun. And to … ride.
Mo riding along a rim
One can see the backside of Snow Canyon in the distance
Whoaaaaaa
Found another route to explore through the canyon below
Interesting rocks to ride around
The only way to tell that it is winter is that the trees don’t have leaves.
As the sun goes closer to the horizon we must return to the trailhead
