Tis the Season Riding the Lines

No Dabs, 12/14/23

On an ordinary mid-week day, I rode the lines through the ridges, valleys and meadows of the mile-high Laguna mountains. Snow will fall here this winter, and I’ll wander these same lines on snowshoes. In the meantime, rolling fat tires over the lines and under a bluebird sky is how to “Tis the Season” in this neck of the woods.

line over there

line continues ahead

line down below

someone needs to decorate the benches with garland for the season

line to the cuyamacas