Bouncin’ and rollin’ round the Arizona High-Country

It’s been a while since I posted as I have been doing just as the title of this post describes. ¬†Out of band as they say in tech circles…and perhaps other circles for all I know. ¬†When one is “out of band” or “off the grid” and travelling as I have been, it provides much time to think and ponder. (My brother is a truck driver. ¬†He knows too well what this is like). ¬†I have reflected on much the past two weeks and I have much work ahead to get to where I want to be. ¬†I will admit that I am guilty sometimes of thinking about the past. ¬†It’s sometimes hard to let it go. ¬†It’s getting easier as time progresses but that’s true of many things. ¬†Time heals most if not all things.

So, we move forward. ¬†It’s what we must do. ¬†What I must do. ¬†I’ve reflected on the choices I’ve made and I am reminded of a wise rule:¬†“Fret not where the world will take you. ¬†Instead concentrate on the first step. ¬†That’s the hardest part and that’s what you are responsible for. ¬†Once you take that step let everything do what it naturally does and the rest will follow. ¬†Do not go with the flow. ¬†Be the flow.”¬†– one of the rules (If you know where this is from you win a prize!).

The flow of my travels have taken me to a few new places and I was able to capture some of that here.  Many of these pictures were captured in the high country above Show Low, AZ.  After that trip, AZ is becoming one of my favorite places to ride.



The desert…listen…it speaks.

The desert is a beautiful place. ¬†When in bloom, it’s spectacular. ¬†Here are a few photos I took while out mountain biking at Usery Park, Mcdowell Mnt Park, and Tumbleweed park (I wasn’t mountain biking here. ¬†I was assisting on a photo shoot). ¬†While mountain biking out at Usery, my biking buddy suggested stopping, closing eyes, and just listening. ¬†Without the sound of dirt and gravel crunching underneath tires and the wind in your ears, I heard a dull, yet surprisingly loud, rushing sound. ¬†Much like you hear when you are near a busy road. ¬†It wasn’t road. ¬†It was the sound of thousands of arthropods (bees and all variety of insects). ¬†It was a mass harvest while the flora are in bloom. ¬†The only time I’ve heard such a “roar” was being in close proximity of a beehive. ¬†Not so this time. ¬†It was wide open desert and it had something to say. ¬†Shhhh. ¬† Listen. ¬†It speaks. ¬†It’s fascinating.