RR: Saturday in the desert

Saturday afternoon was cool and clear. I rode from the house with a
half-full camelback, hoping there was food in it somewhere,and headed
south via road for the desert.

Within half an hour I'd left all vestiges of civilization behind. Past
the National Guard installation, the gravel pits, the state pen, the
bmx track, going, going, gone.... just me and the sage brush.

Gently rolling hills and nothing for as far as the eye could see. Not
jack. Not Squat. Far distance are snow capped peaks to my left
(east) and straight ahead to the south.

Got my deep into a zen groovy state:

breathing slow, heartrate nice and slow

eyes glazed

legs spinning with a mind of their own

hypnotized by the tunes of rubber playing on sand

quiet my soul, juvenating the brain

harmony, rythm, softly rockin and rollin.

40 mi later, legs aching - water gone

grinning like a fool let out of prison.

back to the hacienda 4 hours richer.

Wife notices the SS stayed home; asks if I'd gone for a run or walk.

Naah, took the lonesome, jealous red geared baby for a spin.

CDB