It was my final morning in town. The sun was out, the temps a perfect 65 degrees Fahrenheit, and I had one more thing to do before starting my drive home across the country. My trip to Prescott came on the heels of a whirlwind stretch that saw me drive from the east coast to BC to produce a Local Flavours on the Sunshine Coast, before heading south to the pajama party on wheels known otherwise as the Sea Otter Classic, then across the desert to this Yavapai County gem I had spent the last 6 days exploring. The miles had most certainly been adding up, on my car as well as my legs. The amount of names that come and go on trips like this can be overwhelming, and the juggling act of managing multiple stories and the hundreds of gigs of digital media is probably comical when you’re not in the thick of it. The truth is, I often feel like a punching bag at the end of trips like this, I just happen to have a smile on my face more often than not because, well, it’s just bikes.
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