A Bike With No Name

In case you didn’t know, I was recently in Utah for a week pretending like I knew how to mountain bike. It was amazing and Moab continues to hold strong near the top of my list of favorite places. I could write for days about how much I love it out there, but I took approximately 53,283,916 pictures on this trip so I’ll just let some of them do the talking for me.

(You don’t HAVE to press play now, but I would.)

On the first part of the journey…

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(Hi, Utah!)

I was looking at all the life…

(When we arrived at our hostel, I wasted no time meeting the resident cats.)

There were plants and birds and rocks and things…

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There was sand and hills and rings…

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The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz / And the sky with no clouds…

(No pictures of flies, but plenty of cloudless skies!)

The heat was hot and the ground was dry / But the air was full of sound…

(Apologies for the vertical video. 🔔shame🔔 )

You see, I’ve been through the desert on a [bike] with no name…

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…aaand now I’m home and I miss the desert and I miss the sweet bike I was renting and I even miss the hostel cats who barely paid any attention to me at all. But you probably have A Horse With No Name stuck in your head now and I don’t anymore, so at least there’s that.

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One thought on “A Bike With No Name

  1. What a trip it must have been. The pictures are beautiful. Hope you have many more such wonderful trips. We love the writing, and all of those pictures. You and Tim make us proud. 🙂

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