Well,

I may as well add another day in here.

Another day that I wasn’t sure what was going to happen riding wise.

I got up very early this morning, just after 4.

I made a pot of coffee and drank it, worked on my yogurt and toast with PB sitting out in the back, watching the sun come up.








Then I decided I was still hungry so I made some pancakes, and more coffee and decided I may as well go for a bike ride ................. Really, what were the chances??


Anyway, fairly soon after turning off the main road I ran into a roadside cheering section ....



I stopped and watched them for a while, then when one of the guys with horns decided he didn’t like me there, I decided it was time to leave ( a bit blurry), I was in a hurry.




Anyway, I found myself on Highway 87 again. I was riding with no real idea of where I was going, but found myself heading north. So is it going to be Payson, or .....

I turned off on the Bush Highway and thought I’ll take the run over the hump to Mesa and then come back again, an out and back .........








Silent Sentinels.

Wouldn’t it be fascinating to know what history they have seem played out right below where they stand?




So, here’s the question.

Is a perfect road, the one with fresh new pavement, or is it the old broken up chip-sealed one - with no traffic???

I know what the answer was, to me, this morning.