cacti are everywhere. prickly hazards i tell myself are immobile and without malice, though by day one i had already slammed my hand (during some of my trademark conversational gesturing) into one, resulting in a constellation of blood-dots and a quickly blooming bruise. the colors are from a vast pallette- isn't the desert supposed to be a bland wasteland of neutrals? but no; colors seep forth from every surface.
yesterday we rode for 25 very hard miles. i was humbled by this alien terrain with its strange dips and surfaces, sand and washes. the aforementioned cacti are sedate but merciless sentinels around every corner. i struggled. fear electrified my reflexes and possessed my imagination. i was almost comically thirsty. and yet, it was one of the most beautiful rides i have ever experienced. the final ridge, i felt what i am always chasing on 2 wheels. the synchronization of everything i am with the moment.
the desert is beautiful.
YES!! adventures!! new landscapes! new challenges! new companions! how exciting!
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