There are moments, as you ride in the quiet shadows of the massive rock formations of Prescott, Arizona's Peavine Rail Trail, when it feels like you’ve got the whole world to yourself. It’s just you and all that granite, formed into boulders that were here long before the railroads were built, and the army post … Continue reading Bikes, Boulders, Rocks and Rails

Lewis, my almost four-year-old grandson, slowly pulled his shiny green STRIDER beginner bicycle to the side of the paved path, wiped sweat from his eyes with his left hand, raised his other hand to block the afternoon sun from his gaze and asked, “Grandpa, can we do this again tomorrow?”  I turned my handlebars and … Continue reading 50,000 Miles of Memories