Yeah, I know, not much has been written here in these here parts lately. My riding took a hit last summer and into the fall due to a pulled muscle — which was an echo of a nasty fall some two to three years ago. I was just recovering nicely when the winter “cold” (for Phoenix) set in, which traditionally means for me very little riding.
But I’ve been slowing coming back, with slow being the operative word. We’ve had a lot of rain this winter, but this past weekend the weather turned nice, and I found myself once again tackling the hills of northeast Scottsdale, sore muscles notwithstanding.
‘Twas struggling up McDowell Ranch Road when this scene popped into view. I just had to stop and get a picture. It showcases the area rather nicely.