Waking up to the smell of buckwheat pancakes and this view was my idea of a GOOD morning, it also happened to be my 26th birthday!
Pancakes for breakfast and pancakes for dessert!
Prescott's trails rule! Within six miles we road in high gear through thick powder sand, down sketchy red rock, over granite slabs, past Indian ruins, and stopped once for a beautiful paint mare and her rider to pass.
After two days of these rides, Gromit was ready to hitch a ride. That's what friends are for!
We will come back to Prescott. It was the perfect balance of country and mountain-life. In fact, the only radio station we picked up at our campsite was playing Hank.