How does time cruise by so quick?
Suddenly I wake up and it’s August, and I haven’t ridden in almost a week.
And I am already nostalgic about the rides I have taken, like the one at Buffalo Creek where my riding buddy Ed and I ran across this:
A horse in the middle of a national forest. There was no one around. She had blue eyes and was very friendly, but alas, she did not have wings or a curly horn.
Now that would have made my daughters very happy.
Rocky Mountain Biker 