jeny be quick
jeny jump over the rocks and sticks.
jeny rolled high
jeny rolled low
jeny rolled with fire, in the land of no snow ;-)
sunday rocked. the still completely seized back and hips did not allow me to walk, lie down, or even sit comfortably. but ... sitting on the bike felt relatively nice... in fact, the compromise in freedom put me dead-center on the pony. while all things on this trail always have felt ride-able at speed (never really an issue), slower paced days tend to feel clumsy. not this sunday, tho. for some reason, i felt on four points in absolutely all situations.... i felt nimble.
the dreaded sand pitcat and i rode sovereign from some stinky trail head by some camp spot. while this afforded us a lovely few extra sandy miles in both directions, full head-wind in both directions included ... it was truly a smelly place.
jeny, thinking: why did i give cat the camera?cat stole my camera -- she was sick of me taking pix of her not having any fun at all
so i thought i'd post the only two pix of me from the whole weekend
jeny thinking: my shirt doesn't match my shorts. i wonder if anyone will notice;-)
jeny also thinking: my chiropractor is going to kill me
mmm...view of the desert that is so particularly moabthe light was weird this day, as the wind was blowing HARD, and the sand was filling the sky with white light
cat, gettin' her roll on, not having any fun at all(can't you tell by the expression on her face?)
the ride back to the car, in the headwindmy camera is now full of sand
the fire still burns ...
jj











































jeny, trying to be a good girl and stop and take pix ;-)
the most beautiful of all, partner to gary in this partner-in-crime life: Miss Patti; energy bliss extraordinaire. 
this is IT. this is the moment. this is the image of the reality of the moment that encapsulates so much of what we all do, how we all do it, and hopefully, the why