Coconino – Day 0

"Vacation"   It's a funny word, that. Just about every person I had told about my plans to ride and camp in the ruthless, poisonous desert for the next two weeks filled my earballs with colorful language like: You're fucking nuts. NOPE. Why the hell would you do that? Sounds like torture. To me it sounded like paradise. …

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