It is known as the Valley of the Sun. I guess I never really questioned the reason before. Like most people who are drawn to Arizona, I knew it would be warm, dry, and sunny. In fact, I love the way the sun tempts me to remain outside.
The Valley thing? It is real. Just stand on top of Camelback Mountain and spin around.
Tonight, the wind had quieted after two days of: “Gawd, what is with your hair”, kind of windy-weather.
My day had been a flurry of activities as I am transitioning to city life from Yellowstone. Nature’s invite to get on my bike was a welcome change.
It was still calm. I was searching for quiet, and rode towards the sunset. I rested near a cliff at Lake Pleasant, and fell into the trance I had become used to in Yellowstone. I was missing my favorite rock on the Madison River, and yet, winter feels quite different in Wyoming. In Arizona, sailboats dot the seascape, cacti silhouette the landscape, and unlike Yellowstone, there is always an unobstructed view of the horizon. ￼
The sun tucked itself behind a faraway hillside. I breathed my, that was pretty, moment and climbed back on my bike. Home was a 15 minute ride east, and I didn’t want to be caught in the dark.
Up ahead, the facing hillsides slowly changed to a splash of sherbets, pinks and yellows. Another invitation?
I did a u-turn. The day was not done. Now the desert shadows emerged beneath the fiery show.
Beautiful irony. To think the reason for the ride was the search for quiet calm, and the discovery was screaming color.
There is always a message, if you listen.
When was the last time you let life wow you.