On yesterday's ride I was amused, at first, by all the stream crossings. I've never seen so much water on this road, in all the years of visiting it. And the streams were making the Little Cute One muddy, just a week after I gave her a shower with lavender/rosemary doggie shampoo!
But haven't I praised rain and cursed sunlight in Arizona quite enough, over the years? 'Be careful what you wish for' is the moral of the story, I guess.
Eventually the stream-crossings ended, and the road became a stream. Enough was enough. I turned around. On the first stream-crossing coming back, I went down a steep embankment. When the front wheel of the bike bottomed out in the stream, it sank into soft muck. So I flew over the handlebar, and did a faceplant in the embankment on the other side.
Nothing was damaged. I just couldn't believe this was Arizona!
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