dryfj.com / drycyclist.com (kevin cook)

7/34
07200-old-road-800px.jpg The old Coyote Springs Road obviously continues beyond the Wilderness-barrier posts, so I park my bike here and walk onwardThumbnailsJust beyond the dip in the old road, I find myself facing a rugged, rocky hillThe old Coyote Springs Road obviously continues beyond the Wilderness-barrier posts, so I park my bike here and walk onwardThumbnailsJust beyond the dip in the old road, I find myself facing a rugged, rocky hillThe old Coyote Springs Road obviously continues beyond the Wilderness-barrier posts, so I park my bike here and walk onwardThumbnailsJust beyond the dip in the old road, I find myself facing a rugged, rocky hillThe old Coyote Springs Road obviously continues beyond the Wilderness-barrier posts, so I park my bike here and walk onwardThumbnailsJust beyond the dip in the old road, I find myself facing a rugged, rocky hillThe old Coyote Springs Road obviously continues beyond the Wilderness-barrier posts, so I park my bike here and walk onwardThumbnailsJust beyond the dip in the old road, I find myself facing a rugged, rocky hill

There's nobody else around. The silence amplifies the wrinkling of my clothes and the crunch of my feet touching down as I walk. I keep my ears open for the possible sound of water.