Since the very first time I ventured out into them, on a spur-of-the-moment solo ride which took me from my studio apartment behind the bus station down the service road that runs along the railroad tracks, up the old dirt road past Tunnel Springs, across A1 Mesa, and back down road L10 through the Lowell Observatory's land, I've loved these woods.
I love the breadth of these woods, the depth of them, too.
I love the sight of these woods, the vistas, tall stands of old growth, and dense thickets.
I love the terrain and the geology and the history of these woods.
Most of all, I love the seasons of these woods. I love being out in them when it feels like you're there the very moment that the seasons have changed in these woods.
This weekend these woods turned from fall-woods to winter-woods.
My fat-bike took me there. It was wonderful.
