Riding horseback through the Wasatch Mountain Range, Utah was a ‘ride of a lifetime’. We rode up in the Rockies Mountains (11,000 Feet) which culminated at a glaciated lake filled with trout. I didn’t fish (broke my heart) but I did sing ‘the hills are alive with the sound of music’. No, not really. Come along on this...
As I travel across America I either take my bike in my truck or I rent one when I fly to a destination. Biking is a great way to see the back roads. There is so much of scenic and historic America that we pass by at 65 mph (or greater). Let me take you on a journey that will lead you to your next...
