<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431186266702356936</id><updated>2009-07-02T15:20:43.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Rider...ramblings of a biker</title><subtitle type='html'>Biker news, humor, shopping deals, rides, bike/dinner nites, pictures, etc.</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fredhorton.org/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.fredhorton.org/atom.xml'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431186266702356936.post-863324797394760592</id><published>2009-07-02T14:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:20:43.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Northern Arizona pine country - Part 5</title><content type='html'>Heading back down the 260 was nice.  As mentioned its very steep and lots of twisties, but a 4 lane highway.  I really enjoy it.  I decided the next area would be Christopher Creek.  I did notice on the way up it had its own little circle, much like Mormon Lake did.  This sounded perfect to me.  This is all new to me.  I have no idea what Hunter Creek Drive is, but I may just have to come back up to this area again (not like it isn't a regular ride for me) and check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191190g-726776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191190g-726758.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Creek used to be a very busy area.  Before I even got there, I wondered how well everything turned out without the highway going straight thru it.  Sadly I was disappointed.  There used to be little shops in the middle of the whole town right off the highway.  Along with a gas station, restaurant, cabin rentals, camping ground and some great looking forested area.  Not much there now.  The restaurant is still there, and next time I may go check it out.  The cabins and camp ground all still there but almost everything else is gone.  So sad.  This area is so beautiful and to have all the pass thru traffic brought plenty of tourist.  After thinking about this for some time, I bet the cabin rentals are very inexpensive now.  They used to be very expensive.  I didn't even stop, just rolled down on the loop back to the 260.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the times I've been up here, I've never stopped at Kohl's Ranch.  Not even as a kid.  I pulled into the parking lot and saw they have cabins and camping available.  very nice area as well.  I was close to Star Valley (my final destination for the day) and was in need of a drink.  Hey, what do you know....they have a steakhouse and a saloon.  I walked in and the steakhouse is closed...the door to the saloon was as well.  I asked someone at the front desk and they are not open until 5pm.  It is only around 3 so I was no about to stick around and wait.  So headed right across from Kohl's Ranch.  This is the Tonto Creek area and it also has a fish hatchery.   There were several campers setting up for the weekend.  There was even an old travel trailer.  I cross the bridge that separates Tonto Creek from Horton Creek and there is a small parking lot which I pull in to.  Now in case you didn't know my last name I Horton so I find much amusment with a creek named Horton Creek.  Hey look a trail that is named after me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191191-740199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191191-739672.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same parking lot I see another sign.  Horton Creek Picnic area.  Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191192-792867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191192-792520.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet another one that points back to the parking lot area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191193-734748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191193-734374.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is primarily a fishing area (thus the fish hatchery being all the way up the road).  I really wanted to get take some nice photographs of the creek.  I did go a little crazy tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191194-764367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191194-764003.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191195-788430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191195-788059.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191196-713590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191196-713221.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191197-742192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191197-741829.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water is so clear you can practically drink out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191198-783544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191198-783182.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191199-763265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191199-762855.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191200-764113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191200-763578.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191201-709603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191201-709255.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191202-738464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191202-737976.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to get some creative photographs so I started playing with the camera a bit both settings and placement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191203-701469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191203-701124.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191204-753829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191204-753485.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191205-771662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191205-771312.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191206-771152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191206-770805.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191207-769403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191207-768899.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191208-705483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191208-705055.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191209-750971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191209-750478.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191212-724564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191212-724052.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191213-752445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191213-752012.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191214-775875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191214-775507.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191215-703692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191215-703332.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191216-732487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191216-731988.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191217-764087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191217-763572.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191218-703596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191218-703226.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time I was done of taking photographs of the creek.  I wanted to walk to the Horton Picnic area and check it out and take more photographs of the forest area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191219-771902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191219-771539.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191220-701884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191220-701457.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pines are very tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191221-741447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191221-741092.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191223-779683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191223-779208.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191224-721000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191224-720448.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191225-745555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191225-745189.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191226-774268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191226-773735.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191228-706356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191228-705870.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191229-730859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191229-730491.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I enjoy the forest, I was quite exhausted with all the walking and hiking.  I got back on the bike and headed back down the 260.  I arrived at my parents place and was happy to see it.  Time to rest before tomorrow's trip to the Tonto Natural Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431186266702356936-863324797394760592?l=www.fredhorton.org'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/863324797394760592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3431186266702356936&amp;postID=863324797394760592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/863324797394760592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/863324797394760592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fredhorton.org/2009/07/northern-arizona-pine-country-part-5.html' title='Northern Arizona pine country - Part 5'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189165114155061592'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431186266702356936.post-4261948269611989442</id><published>2009-07-01T14:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T15:37:04.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Northern Arizona pine country - Part 4</title><content type='html'>Rollin' rollin' rollin', keep them wheels a rollin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this same ranger station (even tho it was actually closed) the patio behind had ppl on it.  It looked as tho they were in a circle and taking pictures.  I was thinking it may be a wedding, but really not sure.  I did not want to be any sort of annoyance for them so I made sure when I started the bike and drove off, I kept the noise down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dart straight across the station and head down Forest Lakes Road.  There are several lookout points there.  All the stops are on my left.  It was hard to decide to stop before or after the lake.  Then I look up and notice the clouds really started rolling in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156y-786856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156y-786845.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156z1-705522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156z1-705507.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh here I am.  Wood Canyon Lake!  Or at least the start of the camping/recreation area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156z2-769758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156z2-769741.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was obviously a slow area, and even if it wasn't I was going to ride slow and enjoy the forest beauty.  The road was also a bit rough since it was a mountain road and not part of the highway.  It has plenty of twisties a couple of switchbacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156z3-739480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156z3-739460.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156z4-763809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156z4-763791.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I make my first stop I look up.  Oh man, the rain clouds are really building up now.  It would be no big deal to be in the rain up there.  However, not a good idea to be riding down the rim while its raining or possibly even very wet.  The highway up to the rim is a very steep grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156z5-739313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156z5-739299.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do?  Carry on and do what I do best, keep riding.  So on this stop I manage to get some more views off the rim.  Keep in mind there are no fences or anything from keeping rocks, trees or ppl off the cliff.  From this view there were no clouds.  You can also see the highway from which I came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156z6-753186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156z6-753170.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191157-712080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191157-711738.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191158-735194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191158-734842.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you can see basically how steep it is and how the cliffs are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191159-712289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191159-711914.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191160-740960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191160-740607.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is steeper than it looks, but here I am looking straight down from one of the overhanging rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191161-799950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191161-799552.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More views from where I'm standing of the rock formations that make up the rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191162-756778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191162-756211.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191163-785644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191163-785095.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191164-724431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191164-724063.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191165-748184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191165-747801.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191166-780690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191166-780317.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents, keep your children away.  I'm just warning you.  I just saw a greasy biker up there.  Oh wait!  That's me!  I wanted to get a couple good landscape shots with me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191167-788877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191167-788445.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191168-709049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191168-708714.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191169-743565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191169-743230.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191170-767369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191170-767000.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't taken many photos with my scoot in it, so I figured it was time to take some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191170-754102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191170-753741.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191171-779203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191171-778837.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put the camera away once again.  I am really close to the lake at this point.  I arrive and end up circling th parking lot just so I can find a good spot to park.  Its beautiful and there are lots of ppl around.  Most of them stare at me wondering what the hell I'm doing up there.  Others stare at me probably wondering why a greasy biker has a camera.  I swear I'm not an undercover cop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191173-747558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191173-747203.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191174-776269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191174-775918.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember many times when I was younger coming up here to go finishing.  We would always get here before dawn and cook breakfast with out camping stove and wait for the store to open so we could rent a trolling boat.  I've caught many fish on this lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191175-711658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191175-711166.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191176-716038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191176-715668.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191177-738861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191177-738494.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy was I really itching to fish at this point.  Hard to do without my gear.  I walked to a quiet cove area on the lake and wanted to take some photos.  On my way to the area, I see a squirrel in the rocks.  I stop to try and take so photos of it, but it quickly looked and me and ran off.  I'm trying to be a little more artistic in some of these, playing around with the camera settings including focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191178-789855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191178-789495.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191179-760047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191179-759696.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191180-785689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191180-785322.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191181-708473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191181-708127.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191182-737753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191182-737400.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191183-763604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191183-763280.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191184-786065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191184-785695.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191185-712521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191185-712168.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191186-734733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191186-734375.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191187-703778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191187-703407.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191188-765433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191188-765084.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191189-736960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191189-736585.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next shop is the side of the store.  Although it looks like it may be old I don't believe it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191190-790976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191190-790621.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time I'm back at the bike, packed up and really to head on out.  I was going to try to go to the camping area which goes further towards the back of the lake.  However, they now charge to even pass the ranger gate so I turned back around and headed back to Forest Lake Road.  I stopped at the first lookout area on the way back to take some more photographs of the views off the rim.  Of course the first one is of my bike from where I was heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191190a-711015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191190a-710856.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191190b-752640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191190b-752487.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191190c-778997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191190c-778841.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191190d-706519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191190d-706313.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191190e-746928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191190e-746772.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191190f-772662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191190f-772645.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431186266702356936-4261948269611989442?l=www.fredhorton.org'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/4261948269611989442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3431186266702356936&amp;postID=4261948269611989442&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/4261948269611989442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/4261948269611989442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fredhorton.org/2009/07/northern-arizona-pine-country-part-4.html' title='Northern Arizona pine country - Part 4'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189165114155061592'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431186266702356936.post-6888984879993550054</id><published>2009-06-27T06:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:47:31.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Northern Arizona pine country - Part 3</title><content type='html'>Checking my mirrors there isn't anyone behind me so off I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156i-721170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156i-721153.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156j-753781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156j-753765.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn who the hell are you?  You are one hairy dude.  Oh wait that's me LOL I do remember only a few month ago I shaved my head and had only a goatee.  I'm looking pretty greasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156k-765747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156k-765724.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having fun with the phone while I am riding I decided to take some photos of some of the landscape.  At this point I am on my way to back to the Beeline Highway.  Once I turn onto it then I will hit Strawberry and Pine.  Both quaint little towns.  Even tho I do love the saloon in Pine, I'm not stopping this time.  I stop every other time so no need.  Plus I still have to meet Sandy and Lisa at my parents and much left to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156l-758736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156l-758721.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156m-784552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156m-784539.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156n-719805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156n-719792.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the Beeline Highway.  Oh look a car!  Oh and and another.  First I've seen for a while.  These guys keep me in check and keep me from going to fast.  I love the twisties on this route so I tend to speed.  This is where the heavy pine area is really standing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156q-781434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156q-781415.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm driving there is such beautiful scenery all around me.  This never gets old for me and love every moment.  Even tho I was on a mountain road I still manage to find a pull off to stop at.  This area is coming down off the mountain a bit.  The forest is lush and as beautiful.  Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156r-739899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156r-739882.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156s-793799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156s-793781.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156t-732024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156t-732008.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how could I forget a road shot of where I was headed you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156u-770087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156u-770071.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, top of the Mogollon Rim (pronounced Mo-gee-on by locals).  The highway is 4 lanes almost the entire way up.  Its been years since I've been up this far and this is fantastic.  No more getting stuck behind semi trucks hauling cattle.  The road goes right up the side of the mountain.  Lots of twisties with a very steep incline.  Here you can almost close your eyes and feel the road.  It was very well built that way and easy to ride on.  By the time I get to the top I feel like I'm in the zone and do not want to stop.  I come up to Forest Lakes Road to head up to Woods Canyon Lake.  I get in the left turn lane, but for the first time ever I notice a rest area on the right (directly across from Forest Lakes Road).  But not just a rest area, there is a forest ranger/tourist building. I look behind me for traffic and quickly turn into the lot.  This place sits ont the rim as well, so I knew I'd get some great shots.  Look at this drop down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156v-706980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156v-706789.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a couple shots off the rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156w-785690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156w-785673.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156x-714499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156x-714482.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know these were a bit of limited sight, but don't fear much more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431186266702356936-6888984879993550054?l=www.fredhorton.org'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/6888984879993550054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3431186266702356936&amp;postID=6888984879993550054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/6888984879993550054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/6888984879993550054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fredhorton.org/2009/06/northern-arizona-pine-country-part-3.html' title='Northern Arizona pine country - Part 3'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189165114155061592'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431186266702356936.post-1257976856211087534</id><published>2009-06-26T08:34:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:49:48.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Northern Arizona pine country - Part 2</title><content type='html'>So back on the road once again.  So far a wonderful trip and a fantastic ride with some  amazing weather.  Did I mention it was super cool?  Well just in case, it the weather was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;southish&lt;/span&gt; down Lake Mary Road.  The next area is going to be Mormon Lake.  I've been to Mormon Lake many times.  Never been to the &lt;a href="http://www.toobrokeforsturgis.com/"&gt;Too Broke for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sturgis&lt;/span&gt; rally&lt;/a&gt; tho.  It's at the end of July.  Mormon Lake is a dry lake bed and I have yet to see any water on it.  Maybe mud but no water.  There are basically 2 ways into the area.  Its basically a several mile loop that is connected to Lake Mary Road.  I've never been on the north side of this road so decided I would try it.  Its a nice little (slow speed limit) road with lots of curves and great scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I'm getting close to the main lodge I see this cool looking building.  Although I passed it the first time and was thinking I needed to turn back.  So I found a little turn off and turned back around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191152-739591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191152-739233.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was a guy inside it and noticed I had pulled up.  We greeted each other.  I think he's a town worker, but didn't bother him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw this neat little historical marker.  Arizona really does have quite a bit of history and much more than a native even knows about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191151-797548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191151-797194.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the other side of these little finds, the dry lake bed was there.  Its a wide open area, so I decided to take some nature shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191153-746560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191153-746197.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191154-775702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191154-775354.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that water I see in the distance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191155-744907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191155-744568.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey look mom, no hands.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, maybe  I wasn't riding but I'll be damned if there wasn't a little water up close too.  I know its only a puddle, but still!  This is the most I've ever seen here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156-737218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156-736876.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stop on the road was longer than expected, but I was enjoying myself.  Taking in the fresh smelling air and scent of the pines.  Even tho you don't really see any in these few pictures, they were all around.  Just not on the lake bed.  The weather still very good at this point and cloud formations were starting to appear.  I decided I've stopped long enough its time to mosey along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes I saw another clearing on both sides of the road.  There was a private gated road, so I used this as a pull off to take a few more photos but this time used my Blackberry so that I did not have to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; all the trouble of pulling the camera out for only a couples shots.  I was also posting to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Twitter.  And although I did not have a data signal at this point, I knew I soon would at the lodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156a-713388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156a-713373.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156b-755123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156b-755109.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156d-789681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156d-789666.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this neat cloud formation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156c-728753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156c-728739.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to take a shot with my bike.  This was the first photograph that I sent to Twitter &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; seemed to send items much better then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; e-mail to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;TwitPic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156e-705078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156e-705063.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting the scoot back up as I am almost to the Mormon Lake area finally.  It was still before 10am and I already had made such progress on my trip.  I was in no hurry at all, but my time was going great.  Besides I was getting hungry and had a craving for a salad.  I knew I could eat the lodge restaurant and really couldn't wait to get there.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hostess&lt;/span&gt; sat me at my table but mentioned breakfast.  Breakfast?  Are you kidding me, I've been up since very early.  I'm ready for lunch!  I didn't ask anyone and just figured they were ONLY serving breakfast.  This is a small small small town after all.  Did I mention how small it was?  Its a tiny, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;itty&lt;/span&gt; bitty, quaint little town.  So breakfast it is!  For $9 including my coffee I got a very large plate of food (2 eggs, some fruit, bacon and a HUGE pile of fried potatoes.  I did get a good laugh from a sign they had hanging just above my head in the isle.  Remember this is a dry lake bed =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156f-783185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156f-783171.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast while I was paying for my meal at the front, I was talking to the same hostess that sat me down about the &lt;a href="http://www.toobrokeforsturgis.com/"&gt;Too Broke for Sturgis rally&lt;/a&gt;.  She was very nice and said looked forward to seeing me there.  Very nice woman, I should have had someone taken a picture of us.  I need to step outside my boundaries more and get other to take pictures with me on my trips.  It would get them involved with my ride and make for some great conversation.  Shortly after I decided it was time to hit the road once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the scoot facing the way it was, the trip back to Lake Mary Road is very short.  Although I once drove by a cool old wagon they have right before you get into the town.  I've taken many pictures of it before, so I did no such thing this time around.  Once I turned back onto Lake Mary Road I was really enjoying the ride with no traffic.  There was an occasional cage or 2 that passed going the opposite way as me but that was it.  I came to this long straight away with a good size clearing on both sides of the road.  Figured I really didn't need to take any more photos right now....however as I was almost half way thru it I see an elk on the left side of the road.  I was still a little bit from it.  This was on the road side of the fence.  As I get closer I notice this was a mom elk and her baby.  She really wasn't all that big.  I've seen only a handful of elk in person and they are usually much larger animals.  Even so she just stared at me and didn't move.  There was nowhere to pull over.  I just wanted a quick stop for some photos.  The shoulder was very small so it was even difficult to pull to the side.  Well what the hell.  Not much traffic.  I pull to the side right near the elk, the whole time the mom is really eyeing me.  Could just tell she was not very happy at all, more so that I actually stopped.  I had my Blackberry in my vest so I pulled it out turned my head and boom, she already jumped the fence.  Her baby had was still trying to figure out how to get over it.  This allowed me enough time to take a couple photographs of the mom while I was still seated on my bike.  When I zoom with my Blackberry as I did, it makes the pic smaller.  No vehicle came from behind me during this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156g-742693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156g-742689.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156h-770691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191156h-770689.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431186266702356936-1257976856211087534?l=www.fredhorton.org'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/1257976856211087534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3431186266702356936&amp;postID=1257976856211087534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/1257976856211087534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/1257976856211087534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fredhorton.org/2009/06/northern-arizona-pine-country-part-2.html' title='Northern Arizona pine country - Part 2'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189165114155061592'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431186266702356936.post-7090297517304321705</id><published>2009-06-22T18:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:41:22.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Northern Arizona pine country - Part 1</title><content type='html'>Woke up early on Friday morning.  Got packed all up.  This time I used a checklist to make sure nothing was left or forgotten.  I really would have enjoyed a little tunes on the trip.  I have not yet gotten my new amp in the mail yet.  Packed up the bike and left to gas up.  I left just after 6am.  No one had woken up yet, which I knew would happen.  The ride up to Flagstaff straight up the I-17 is approximately 130 miles.  I've seen this so many times that it is much like white noise while looking at the television screen to me.  Most of the way is either flat, very little vegetation or unexciting.  Even when reaching the pines I'm not very impressed.  Oh don't get me wrong...I love the forests &amp;amp; pine trees.  I see them all the time, not to mention Flagstaff isn't a stop I usually try to make.  This was the quickest most direct route to get to where I was going.  The route starts in Flagstaff, so its unavoidable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was beautiful.  When I left Phoenix the temperature was in the mid to high 70's.  It had to be in the low 60's.  Its over 7k feet there.  Figuring that it was still early I really thought nothing of it except the comfort of being away from the valley heat for the next 2 days.  About 15 miles from Flag there was a sign that said rough road ahead.  I can't remember exactly how many miles it said now.  I was then thinking that this was no big deal.  About 15 seconds later it was like a washboard.  No this isn't dirt or sand or anything like that.  This is an asphalt interstate highway.  All I can say is WTF?!  It was pretty bad for a few miles and let up.  Then once again turned into a washboard, not nearly as bad this time.  It did not continue the whole way.  I finally turned off onto the Lake Mary Road exit.  Before I hit the exit I did notice a sign showing there would be fuel.  My low fuel light came on a few miles before this exit.  Bought a new water, filled up, stretched and enjoyed myself for about 20 minutes.  Its time to move on, lots more to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speed limit was 35, which was ok but I knew at this rate it was going to be a very long day..  And although I had no intentions of rushing, I still had to meet my sister Sandy and her best friend Lisa at my parents to let them in.  Still 35 couldn't be the speed limit for that long.  I've been on this road, just not this far north.  Reach a construction zone that had a stop sign that a worker was holding.  I was to wait until the lead construction truck was to come back and lead us over.  I sat there for about 10 minutes and finally shut my bike off.  You ask, how would I know how long?  Because I was eyeing the clock on my odometer like a hawk eyes it's prey.  Up ahead I finally see the truck leading several vehicles out from the other side (where I was headed).  Don't forget this was a constuction area, and no asphalt.  I am not very fold of riding on dirt, rocks or gravel.  The road was rock covered dirt.  The truck came, turned around and started to roll the other direction.  Thinking to myself, I have never ever ever seen a construction truck lead traffic from one side to the other.  The workers always have a 2 way and talk to the person on the other side.  Always timed of course to keep everything moving as smoothly as it possibly could be.  I was first in line, however the worker let the 3 vehicles on my left turn and follow the truck first.  No big deal, just interesting in many ways (I was there first in line, at least a dozen vehicle lined up behind me were there also before the 3 vehicles on the left).  By this time I was running a bit longer then originally expected, and did not really care.  I followed the vehicle train out being very careful on the road.  I was weaving around the areas that appeared to be solid dirt with no rocks.  Backing off from the truck in front of me.  Kept thinking to myself that if they slammed on their brakes I wouldn't be able to stop in time.  Finally thru all this and back on asphalt the construction went on for several more miles.  I stayed at a steady 35-40 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit I see a sign for Lake Mary.  YES!  Finally!  Some photo ops!  I pull up and holy crap, there is really a lake.  I was on the north side parking lot.  There were several other cages, but no one could be seen anywhere near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191142-791434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191142-791075.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191143-776392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191143-776040.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191144-711650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191144-711301.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191145-749018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191145-748381.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was time to head to the down to the water and relax a bit.  There I got several more shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191146-707219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191146-706866.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191147-738788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191147-738433.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191148-714371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191148-714028.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Toward the road from the water:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191149-701030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191149-700684.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I see people, only they are in a boat and someone in a tube being dragged behind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191150-784114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/_6191150-783759.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I headed back up to the parking lot, I did see a couple of fishermen headed back to the truck.  From what I've been told this is mainly a dry lake bed and this is the first time its had water for a long time.  The road follows the entire lake south.  I honestly had no idea that there was really a real Lake Mary.  I know, I know!  Lake Mary Road.  Yes I get it, but no one I know has ever talked about it.  Time to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431186266702356936-7090297517304321705?l=www.fredhorton.org'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/7090297517304321705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3431186266702356936&amp;postID=7090297517304321705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/7090297517304321705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/7090297517304321705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fredhorton.org/2009/06/northern-arizona-pine-country-part-1.html' title='Northern Arizona pine country - Part 1'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189165114155061592'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431186266702356936.post-4044606021410263243</id><published>2009-06-14T19:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:21:03.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I'm the type of person who rarely remember his dreams.  I used to think that I just don't dream at all.  But someone once told me that everyone dreams, if we didn't we would die because we would be brain dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite I had a very pleasant dream, only I had wished it hadn't happened or I hadn't remembered it.  I only remember the end right before I woke up.  Lori and I were on another (second) cruise together.  We were heading back to our room and she had said something to me.  Fact is I can't remember exactly what she said, but it wasn't really important.  Then I had said "I'm not sure, I still remember what happened the last time."  The dream went on a bit further, but all things not really of any importance.  Shortly after I woke up from this very deep sleep because I was disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me give you a little history, so that you might understand this a bit better.  Lori is my ex girlfriend who had ended our relationship at the end of February.  We dated very seriously for 9 months.  I loved her very much, but never told her.  Never felt it was the right time.  I could also see her behavior changed in the week before the cruise.  I knew something was wrong, but its not really up to me to ask her.  I let her bring it up.  Her reasons were very unclear and is still very unsettling.  I still talk to her and we are still good friends.  It still hurts, but I've learn to be much more accepting.  If you've read the poem &lt;a href="http://www.fredhorton.org/2009/06/lord-of-broken.html"&gt;Lord of the Broken&lt;/a&gt;, you will see that this all had to do with her and maybe understand this a bit better.  In case you don't know, I'm thankfully divorced.  I was married to an evil woman.  I really thought I had a future with Lori.  Now I've given up the idea of anyone want to be with a greasy biker.  Besides, I'm guessing I should be alone.  It must not in my cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one to ever share my emotions.  Hell barely just able to share my poetry as of late.  Just as I wrote in &lt;a href="http://www.fredhorton.org/2009/06/i-am.html"&gt;I am&lt;/a&gt;....I build up walls, it shows the world I'm tough.  It keeps ppl away.  It keeps other's from know what I think or being able to get inside my head.  I've been like this as long as I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dream, although very pleasant, was very disturbing to me thoughout the entire day.  I wanted to be left alone all day.  I hybernated in my room and kept from talking to anyone.  I really want to crawl under a rock and not talk to see anyone for a long time.  Hopefully tomorrow will be a much better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431186266702356936-4044606021410263243?l=www.fredhorton.org'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/4044606021410263243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3431186266702356936&amp;postID=4044606021410263243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/4044606021410263243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/4044606021410263243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fredhorton.org/2009/06/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189165114155061592'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431186266702356936.post-810623079449802058</id><published>2009-06-11T16:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:00:27.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>No ride for me up north like I had planned.  Work has placed mandatory overtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431186266702356936-810623079449802058?l=www.fredhorton.org'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/810623079449802058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3431186266702356936&amp;postID=810623079449802058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/810623079449802058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/810623079449802058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fredhorton.org/2009/06/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189165114155061592'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431186266702356936.post-35477658754677682</id><published>2009-06-10T07:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:28:43.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord of the broken</title><content type='html'>I'm going to go out on a limb and be a bit bold here.  This poem is very personal and of recent feelings (about 2 months ago).  This is  a rarity for me to post something like this, and not sure I will do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go from here,&lt;br /&gt;Where do I move on from here,&lt;br /&gt;Everything I lost is what I really want.&lt;br /&gt;Hole left inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;Her memory's place to haunt.&lt;br /&gt;How can the best I've had,&lt;br /&gt;Hurt so bad,&lt;br /&gt;Hurt so long,&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm not that strong,&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of broken wings,&lt;br /&gt;God of broken hearts,&lt;br /&gt;Where on earth are you?&lt;br /&gt;Where on earth have you been?&lt;br /&gt;Help me find a place to begin,&lt;br /&gt;A place to start,&lt;br /&gt;To get over her,&lt;br /&gt;Over us, over it.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mistreat love?&lt;br /&gt;But I've suffered far long enough!&lt;br /&gt;Lord take this pain away,&lt;br /&gt;Remove the pain today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I think,&lt;br /&gt;Come thru the damn worst of it,&lt;br /&gt;And on the healing end,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling good again.&lt;br /&gt;Then she kicks up,&lt;br /&gt;Like a tornado wind,&lt;br /&gt;And covers up my head,&lt;br /&gt;Covers up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Losing hours,&lt;br /&gt;Losing day,&lt;br /&gt;In the haze that used to be,&lt;br /&gt;That is no more,&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord of broken wings,&lt;br /&gt;Lord of broken hearts,&lt;br /&gt;Where on earth are you?&lt;br /&gt;Where on earth have you been?&lt;br /&gt;Help me find a place to begin,&lt;br /&gt;A place to start,&lt;br /&gt;To get over her,&lt;br /&gt;Over us, over it.&lt;br /&gt;I've suffered far long enough!&lt;br /&gt;Lord take this pain away,&lt;br /&gt;Remove the pain today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've paid with my prayers,&lt;br /&gt;I've paid with the feelings of shit,&lt;br /&gt;I've paid with my tears,&lt;br /&gt;Will probably pay for years and years,&lt;br /&gt;Lord please help me here,&lt;br /&gt;I could use a little mercy near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord of broken wings,&lt;br /&gt;Of broken hearts,&lt;br /&gt;Where on earth are you tonite?&lt;br /&gt;Where on earth have you been?&lt;br /&gt;Help me find a place to begin,&lt;br /&gt;A place to start,&lt;br /&gt;A place to end,&lt;br /&gt;To get over her,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I mistreated love,&lt;br /&gt;Have I not suffered long enough?&lt;br /&gt;Lord take this pain away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431186266702356936-35477658754677682?l=www.fredhorton.org'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/35477658754677682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3431186266702356936&amp;postID=35477658754677682&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/35477658754677682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/35477658754677682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fredhorton.org/2009/06/lord-of-broken.html' title='Lord of the broken'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189165114155061592'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431186266702356936.post-4491918552325563913</id><published>2009-06-09T08:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:32:37.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>Well, it seems as tho I've been lucky enough to have been tagged by &lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;&lt;span class="fn"&gt;Sheila on her blog &lt;a href="http://backseatbikermomma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Back Seat Bikermomma&lt;/a&gt;.  She's a really neat person whom I've been lucky enough to meet on Twitter.  Go check out her blog, she's done a great job on it.  In fact she was even featured about it.  She writes about her adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I must share six unknown fun facts about myself, here you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I pretty much a very private person and often keep myself disconnected and other ppl at a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I have 11 tattoos with more to come, and to me they are my most valuable possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I went to radio broadcast school after high school, and did nothing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I self taught myself everything I know about computers with no formal training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I used to be a computer gaming freak, but found it was a waste of my time and I had much better things I could be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  My brain never shuts off.  I am constantly thinking about things I could or should be doing, I ruminate and this makes it very difficult for me to ever sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the fun part! I get to tag four more people! Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bikerswag.wordpress.com/"&gt;Swag's Rant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chessiestales.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rippin-kitten.com/"&gt;Rippin’ Kitten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://faceyman.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twowheelsandaflyrod.blogspot.com/"&gt;Two wheels and a fly rod&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chessiestales.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viridari.wordpress.com/"&gt;Visions from a stained mind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://msxxfast.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG! You're it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431186266702356936-4491918552325563913?l=www.fredhorton.org'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/4491918552325563913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3431186266702356936&amp;postID=4491918552325563913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/4491918552325563913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/4491918552325563913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fredhorton.org/2009/06/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189165114155061592'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431186266702356936.post-8912267085165915209</id><published>2009-06-05T14:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:56:52.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike status</title><content type='html'>Well it so happens I need a new drive belt.  Although important, $271 is a bit of a sting.  Also said I need a new rear tire.  I wonder how many miles a Metzler gets.  Seems like it was way to fast to wear.  That's another $200+.  When will it end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431186266702356936-8912267085165915209?l=www.fredhorton.org'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/8912267085165915209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3431186266702356936&amp;postID=8912267085165915209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/8912267085165915209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/8912267085165915209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fredhorton.org/2009/06/bike-status.html' title='Bike status'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189165114155061592'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431186266702356936.post-8394891495657153515</id><published>2009-06-05T10:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:32:02.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last nite</title><content type='html'>Ok last nite was kick ass.  Everything fell in place.  Hot women everywhere at Toby Keith's I love this bar &amp;amp; grill.  The Coors women were there, giving away raffle tickets if you were drinking a Coors product.  So I quickly shifted from Jack &amp;amp; Coke to Coors Light.  Funny, I always call it Cers (like cars) and the Coors girls understood.  In fact, the really tall one (taller than me, with some long ass legs) said that someone she knows calls it that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out tanking 3 tall Jack &amp;amp; Cokes, and had to lean back a bit and start the Coors Lights.  Not to mention the raffle ticket =D  Sis bought ended up buying me a shot of Jack and double shot of Single Barrel.  Daaaaamn!  You trying to get me drunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some hot chicks were behind us and one of them didn't want her shot.  She wasn't sure what it was and neither am I.  It was strong, but had a slightly sweet taste to it.  Not sicky sweet either.  Was pretty damn cool of her.  And then she found out it was my bday and was all the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corey had already taken off and gave me his raffle ticket.  One of the guys that was hanging out with the girls behind us gave me his 3 tickets as well.  So I had 5 tickets for the drawing and it turned out pretty sweet.  I wanted the snowboard since it had the Coors Light logo on it.  Figured I could hang it on the wall since I don't snowboard.  But I did win the Blue Moon mountain bike.  Pretty damn cool and on my birthday no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the nite, there was this hot cougar who was talking to me.  Her birthday was the same as mine.  She had also mentioned that several of her friends had birthdays all next to each other (as well as the same day) and that they were going back to Toby's tonite and Saturday as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonite is fixing Corey's rig, then riding to Bretts to hang out a bit.  Tomorrow is the party.  Will be even more crazy then last nite.  Everyone keeps talking about presents.  Even Sandy and she picked up the tab last nite.  I really don't want any presents, just want peeps to come help me celebrate.  Hell I'm still trying to get used to celebrating my birthday since last year was the first year since I was much younger that I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431186266702356936-8394891495657153515?l=www.fredhorton.org'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/8394891495657153515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3431186266702356936&amp;postID=8394891495657153515&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/8394891495657153515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/8394891495657153515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fredhorton.org/2009/06/last-nite.html' title='Last nite'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189165114155061592'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431186266702356936.post-2692557403800148705</id><published>2009-06-04T07:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:42:01.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day is finally here</title><content type='html'>I am officially 35 today.  Not sure how I feel about it yet....actually I don't.  I don't feel any older.  Maybe 40 I will, but right now I feel like I'm still a kid at heart.  Going to Toby Keith's bar tonite with my sis.  Trying to talk Corey into going as well.  Friday bike to be serviced and more drinking.  Saturday is my party and there will be plenty of drinking and acting like a fool!  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sad note, David Carradine was found dead.  He hung himself in a hotel room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431186266702356936-2692557403800148705?l=www.fredhorton.org'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/2692557403800148705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3431186266702356936&amp;postID=2692557403800148705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/2692557403800148705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/2692557403800148705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fredhorton.org/2009/06/day-is-finally-here.html' title='The day is finally here'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189165114155061592'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431186266702356936.post-6965139239709450095</id><published>2009-06-03T21:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:42:30.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wound Up</title><content type='html'>Looking&lt;br /&gt;For the freedom,&lt;br /&gt;A good time,&lt;br /&gt;Little space,&lt;br /&gt;A little place,&lt;br /&gt;Man cave per say,&lt;br /&gt;That is mine all mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of heart?&lt;br /&gt;Want no part,&lt;br /&gt;Looking,&lt;br /&gt;For a blessing,&lt;br /&gt;Is it all for the better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passes on,&lt;br /&gt;Quickly see,&lt;br /&gt;This God forsaken place,&lt;br /&gt;And I Feel the need,&lt;br /&gt;Disconnect myself,&lt;br /&gt;Leave it in the rear view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some far away place,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't on a map,&lt;br /&gt;Won't find it near.&lt;br /&gt;Work alone,&lt;br /&gt;Words are few,&lt;br /&gt;Miles of nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Except morning dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature surrounds,&lt;br /&gt;Cold of night,&lt;br /&gt;Heat of day,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe rain on the way,&lt;br /&gt;Freshest air,&lt;br /&gt;Talking only in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My freedom,&lt;br /&gt;My good time,&lt;br /&gt;The space,&lt;br /&gt;Mine all mine,&lt;br /&gt;Place I belong,&lt;br /&gt;Place I shall go,&lt;br /&gt;Or will I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really for the better?&lt;br /&gt;For them?&lt;br /&gt;Or me?&lt;br /&gt;Or everyone?&lt;br /&gt;Can't quite see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Up'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189165114155061592'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431186266702356936.post-4545659901818195905</id><published>2009-06-03T21:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:41:57.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil's Bottle</title><content type='html'>Thoughts of past,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of present,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of future,&lt;br /&gt;Of thoughts in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remnants,&lt;br /&gt;What did,&lt;br /&gt;What would have,&lt;br /&gt;What should have,&lt;br /&gt;What will be,&lt;br /&gt;Should have been,&lt;br /&gt;All worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappearance in a cloud,&lt;br /&gt;Dust,&lt;br /&gt;Fading from my life,&lt;br /&gt;What can I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it,&lt;br /&gt;Ruminate,&lt;br /&gt;Regret reflection,&lt;br /&gt;Eating me alive,&lt;br /&gt;Wonder about,&lt;br /&gt;Would have, should have, could have,&lt;br /&gt;Won’t have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time,&lt;br /&gt;Work,&lt;br /&gt;Then, the hurt,&lt;br /&gt;Now the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey drain,&lt;br /&gt;All day, all night,&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey kills it,&lt;br /&gt;Bottle on the dresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices we make,&lt;br /&gt;Requirement,&lt;br /&gt;Live that way,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Regret,&lt;br /&gt;Get to me,&lt;br /&gt;Did you,&lt;br /&gt;Will you,&lt;br /&gt;Find what you were looking for?&lt;br /&gt;Cross your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Wonder sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, where would we?&lt;br /&gt;Think about if,&lt;br /&gt;What if’s,&lt;br /&gt;Never turned your back,&lt;br /&gt;Accepting,&lt;br /&gt;Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey crawl,&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey drain,&lt;br /&gt;Empty bottle on the dresser,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of the day,&lt;br /&gt;Walk in, always buy more,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t buy,&lt;br /&gt;A bring it back,&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;Forgetfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t have to wake up,&lt;br /&gt;Been up all night,&lt;br /&gt;Not for long,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna fly by,&lt;br /&gt;Just a thing,&lt;br /&gt;Just a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking,&lt;br /&gt;What can be done,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t a thing,&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey crawl,&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey drain,&lt;br /&gt;Need a change,&lt;br /&gt;Hop on the steel horse,&lt;br /&gt;Ride away,&lt;br /&gt;Devil’s bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remnants,&lt;br /&gt;What did, and not,&lt;br /&gt;What would have,&lt;br /&gt;Moreso, what should have,&lt;br /&gt;What will be,&lt;br /&gt;What will come&lt;br /&gt;Should have been,&lt;br /&gt;Could have been,&lt;br /&gt;Not today, nor tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Think again,&lt;br /&gt;Thought are it,&lt;br /&gt;Past regret,&lt;br /&gt;All you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey crawl,&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey drain,&lt;br /&gt;Devil’s bottle,&lt;br /&gt;Never empty,&lt;br /&gt;Always more,&lt;br /&gt;Driving me insane,&lt;br /&gt;Hide me from the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me,&lt;br /&gt;Bitter truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steel horse shuffle,&lt;br /&gt;Disappear in thought,&lt;br /&gt;Disappear from eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Caught on the crossroads,&lt;br /&gt;Keep on riding,&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all behind,&lt;br /&gt;Rain wash it away,&lt;br /&gt;Devil’s bottle,&lt;br /&gt;Take away the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431186266702356936-4545659901818195905?l=www.fredhorton.org'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/4545659901818195905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431186266702356936.post-1679342266165515224</id><published>2009-06-03T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:41:19.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>Have a hard head,&lt;br /&gt;Get it from my dad,&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then I over react,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just a tad,&lt;br /&gt;Build up walls,&lt;br /&gt;Shows everyone I'm tough,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes if I don't get my way,&lt;br /&gt;I get really difficult,&lt;br /&gt;Comes to liking me,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, makes it look easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asshole, what I was born&lt;br /&gt;And how I am, usually a thorn,&lt;br /&gt;Always live on the edge,&lt;br /&gt;Can't quiet voices in my head,&lt;br /&gt;Probably wrong,&lt;br /&gt;More than I say,&lt;br /&gt;I'll point it out,&lt;br /&gt;If you are that way,&lt;br /&gt;Comes to being around me,&lt;br /&gt;People make it look so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to love,&lt;br /&gt;Even Harder to live with,&lt;br /&gt;Days I'm sure,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to quit,&lt;br /&gt;I drink until I fall down,&lt;br /&gt;They save me from the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Most days I isolate myself,&lt;br /&gt;Stay quietly alone,&lt;br /&gt;And I Think a lot,&lt;br /&gt;An unmovable stone,&lt;br /&gt;Comes to loving me,&lt;br /&gt;They all make it look so easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431186266702356936-1679342266165515224?l=www.fredhorton.org'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/1679342266165515224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3431186266702356936&amp;postID=1679342266165515224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/1679342266165515224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/1679342266165515224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fredhorton.org/2009/06/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189165114155061592'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431186266702356936.post-8056094557109519635</id><published>2009-06-03T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:40:21.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I wasn't sure if I should even post this. I rarely share my feelings let alone my poetry. I haven't written any poetry in a very very long time. I just sat down tonite with some music and my mind went wondering. It all flowed so well I decided to jot it down...it is also very unedited. I couldn't think of a title so I won't and will leave it as is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gently paint a picture,&lt;br /&gt;How it all should be,&lt;br /&gt;Could go to Mexico,&lt;br /&gt;Trail out by the sea,&lt;br /&gt;By now I should know,&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams are never free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes, I look so long,&lt;br /&gt;Lost, faded, dream struck,&lt;br /&gt;Deep in thought, preoccupation,&lt;br /&gt;Everything I could have, wondered luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding you, with all I have,&lt;br /&gt;My heart, my entirety,&lt;br /&gt;Thought of future, dreams afar,&lt;br /&gt;Fluttering so dizzily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearning, longing, wistful,&lt;br /&gt;Of the touch of your lips, soft skin,&lt;br /&gt;Every breath, on inhale and exhale,&lt;br /&gt;In past, within,&lt;br /&gt;From sunrise, missing, lost without your smile,&lt;br /&gt;Your happiness, your grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visions of your face,&lt;br /&gt;Seduces me to sing,&lt;br /&gt;Who holds they key to your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Protect, I shall, no matter the sting,&lt;br /&gt;Even imposable death,&lt;br /&gt;Guarding it, similar to king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living all of my days,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to embrace,&lt;br /&gt;Life with my heart,&lt;br /&gt;By the beauty,&lt;br /&gt;I feel and create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing a sunset,&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Taking me closer to heaven,&lt;br /&gt;As I feel you next to me,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you stay with me,&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my love,&lt;br /&gt;We’ll forget the sun,&lt;br /&gt;We’ll forget the moon,&lt;br /&gt;One in God,&lt;br /&gt;Solitaire one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431186266702356936-8056094557109519635?l=www.fredhorton.org'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/8056094557109519635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3431186266702356936&amp;postID=8056094557109519635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/8056094557109519635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/8056094557109519635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fredhorton.org/2009/06/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189165114155061592'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431186266702356936.post-8347177025936656898</id><published>2009-06-03T21:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:11:55.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog settings</title><content type='html'>Since this blog is hosted at my own domain and not blogger.com, then I am unable to add the widgets like I have on my photo blog.  It's pissing me off, however I have no idea how to do it and do not really feel like screwing with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431186266702356936-8347177025936656898?l=www.fredhorton.org'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/8347177025936656898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3431186266702356936&amp;postID=8347177025936656898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/8347177025936656898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/8347177025936656898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fredhorton.org/2009/06/blog-settings.html' title='Blog settings'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189165114155061592'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431186266702356936.post-186017100208251331</id><published>2009-06-03T07:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:47:23.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is time!</title><content type='html'>I think its about time to wipe the dust off of this and get back to what it was originally intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No rides planned right now.  I am going to lean back this week.  I have Friday off, in which I am going to get my bike serviced.  Just in time for my Saddle Sore/Bun Burner ride coming up on June 19th.  If you don't know what that is, you can read about it &lt;a href="http://www.ironbutt.com/ridecerts/getdocument.cfm?DocID=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  It is going to be one hell of a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, my birthday is tomorrow so I'm ready for that.  Drink drink and more drink.  Saturday is my party.  Corey is talking about video taping it.  I'm not so sure I'm thrilled about the idea.  I heard something about a Saturday right but not sure.  Sunday there is nothing planned, but I'm sure I will be in recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.  Lets roll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431186266702356936-186017100208251331?l=www.fredhorton.org'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/186017100208251331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3431186266702356936&amp;postID=186017100208251331&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/186017100208251331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/186017100208251331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fredhorton.org/2009/06/it-is-time.html' title='It is time!'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189165114155061592'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431186266702356936.post-9033407165381587349</id><published>2009-03-13T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:08:24.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/pic3-795911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:blue;"   &gt;Event:    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:seagreen;"   &gt;Bike/Dinner   Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:blue;"   &gt;Date:    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:maroon;"   &gt;Thursday,   August 14th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:blue;"   &gt;Time:    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:green;"   &gt;5:30/6:30   until 9:00 ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 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However, Lori and I decided to still take a trip up to Jerome for the day.  We filled up @ QT and hit the road about 11:30am.  On the downhill mountain just before Camp Verde we got some rain.  It was only a few min of it, but the rain drops were quite large and hurt as if getting hit by rocks.  I really didn't expect this at all and we did see rain clouds roll right around us during this part of the ride.  We got to Camp Verde around 1pm and stretched our legs which was 76 miles deep.  After we used the restroom and stretched we headed to Jerome and arrived there about 1:30ish.  At this point we were absolutely starving.  I quickly found a spot right in front of the Spirit Room.  We walked down 2 of the streets and really did not find any food places we were interested in.  So then we were right back where we started.  At this point we were starving and I was ready to start gnawing on my own arm.  We headed up approximate 2-3 flights of stairs to the street just a little further up the mountain.  At arrival to the top we both felt like we were going to collapse and really needed food badly at this point.  We stopped at the first place we saw called The Haunted Hamburger.  Had to wait about 10 min. for a table.  In the meantime both of us were hot and needed something to drink so I went to the bar and ordered us 2 iced teas.  Ahhhh that hit the spot as we finally were able to start cooling down.  Shortly after getting our tea, our table was ready.  Perfect indeed.  This place had a good selection of food and a condiments bar on top of it.  Neither one of us could finish all of our food so we decided not to waste room on the bun of the Philli Cheesesteaks.  The waitress was ok at best as my iced tea was sitting empty for 10-15 min.  After we got done we did a little shopping thru the town walking down each road.  The whole time I was wearing a long sleeve shirt so I wouldn't get burned on the ride there.  I really wanted to just find a normal t-shirt with Jerome on it.  Right next to the Spirit Room there was this very large store with many shirts.  Both of us were also looking at the cowboy hats that had draw strings to keep them from flying off while riding the bike.  I found one I really liked that was from Toby Keith but I really didn't want to spend the $50 on it.  I really do regret not getting it, but I sure as hell will be going back soon just to get the damn hat.  After getting my shirt Lori smoked outside while I changed the shirt.  We heard some loud music coming from the Spirit Room which was where we were headed to before leaving town.  The place was too packed to even get a seat.  Went to the bar right around the corner and they didn't take credit cards.  At this point I was annoyed and I'm pretty sure Lori was too.  She suggested we just leave down and get a bar back somewhere towards Camp Verde.  Fantastic idea!  We did not find a single bar worth a crap the entire 22 miles back.  At this point I'm desperate for a bar.  I just wanted to get something cold to drink and relax for a couple of hours so the sun would be setting before we started heading back.  Finally Lori noticed a business loop.  After several miles we still find nothing, until we almost pass this little bar that I think was called Wine Cellar.  From the outside looked ok at best.  We had to flip a u turn to get to it.  This place was amazing.  During hot days it probably would not be really great, but the atmosphere is fantastic.  The front entrance is almost all underground except for the roof.  There are stairs to go down to the bar area.  At the bottom, to the left is some kind of stage for live music.  It also has a large patio.  Even further in there is a creek and a dock build partially into the creek with tables sitting on it.  Very lush green vines and trees covered the area.  This a diamond in the rough.  We both loved the place and will be back on any trips up that way.  We had a couple of drinks and head out just after 7pm.  I stop and fill up then we head out.  There was a heavy storm in the distance that we just miss and never saw it again.  The temp dropped pretty drastic for a bit but felt wonderful, almost cold.  A bit later we stop in Cordus Junction at McDonalds and split some fries with hot mustard.  The hot mustard was Lori's idea as I would never have thought of that.  Quite impressed with the taste we finished all of it and then headed back to town.  Got to my house right around 8:30 after traveling 204.2 miles.  No to bad for a wonderful day of much cooler weather.  The high was supposed to be 85 in Jerme and I'm not even sure it got that hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431186266702356936-1589821218774211062?l=www.fredhorton.org'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/1589821218774211062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3431186266702356936&amp;postID=1589821218774211062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/1589821218774211062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/1589821218774211062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fredhorton.org/2008/08/sunday-august-8th-2008.html' title='Sunday August 8th, 2008'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189165114155061592'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431186266702356936.post-4524249370949761056</id><published>2008-08-11T07:24:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T07:12:41.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Hell Ride update</title><content type='html'>This had to be the best B rated/Independent film I have ever watched.  David Carradine was only in it for a short time.  The movie was just as expected tho.  Old 70's style cinematography, old school biker flick, bad script, but great acting, good plot that kept your attention.  Gratuitous nudity, gratuitous violence.  Larry Bishop did a good job writing, directing and acting in this.  Although the way he always walked kinda irritated me.  Just seemed retarded.  Michael Madsen,0 as expected, was great.  Those who go into this movie expecting more are going to be very disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431186266702356936-4524249370949761056?l=www.fredhorton.org'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/4524249370949761056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3431186266702356936&amp;postID=4524249370949761056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/4524249370949761056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/4524249370949761056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fredhorton.org/2008/08/hell-ride-update.html' title='Hell Ride update'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189165114155061592'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431186266702356936.post-3851359667995272248</id><published>2008-08-08T09:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:23:35.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ride'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Event&lt;/span&gt;:  Jerome, Sedona, Flagstaff Ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date&lt;/span&gt;:  Sunday August 10th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt;: Meet @ 6:45am, roll out @ 7:00am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location&lt;/span&gt;: Meet at the Circle K located on the corner of 7th Street &amp;amp; Carefree Hwy. We will be heading up to Jerome, Sedona, Flagstaff then home. There are 3 scheduled stops. Breakfast at Byler's in Black Canyon City, Spirit Room in Jerome &amp;amp; Roadhouse Bar &amp;amp; Grill just east of Flagstaff for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/jerome-715305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.fredhorton.org/uploaded_images/jerome-715283.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431186266702356936-3851359667995272248?l=www.fredhorton.org'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/3851359667995272248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3431186266702356936&amp;postID=3851359667995272248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/3851359667995272248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/3851359667995272248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fredhorton.org/2008/08/event-jerome-sedona-flagstaff-ride-date.html' title=''/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189165114155061592'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431186266702356936.post-7809543381256872082</id><published>2008-08-08T08:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:54:09.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Bike/Dinner and then a movie nite</title><content type='html'>I leave work at 4pm.  I will head over to Aunt Chilada's for happy hour til about 7:45pm, then head over to the Harkins @ Arizona Mills Mall for the 8:20 showing of the new movie Hell Ride that just opened today.  You can check out more information on the movie and a preview on their website, &lt;a href="http://www.hellridemovie.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.hellridemovie.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aunt Chilada's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;              &lt;/span&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;                                               &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="360"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td nowrap="nowrap" valign="top" width="1%"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Address:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; 2021 W Baseline Rd, Tempe, AZ 85283&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431186266702356936-7809543381256872082?l=www.fredhorton.org'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/7809543381256872082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3431186266702356936&amp;postID=7809543381256872082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/7809543381256872082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/7809543381256872082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fredhorton.org/2008/08/bikedinner-and-then-movie-nite.html' title='Bike/Dinner and then a movie nite'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189165114155061592'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431186266702356936.post-766860454232871810</id><published>2008-08-07T11:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:46:25.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Hell Ride released 8/8/08</title><content type='html'>Will be there to see the opening of it, tomorrow after bike/dinner nite @ the 8:20 showing.  Harkins Arizona Mills Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hellridemovie.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.firstshowing.net/img/hellride-poster-big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431186266702356936-766860454232871810?l=www.fredhorton.org'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/766860454232871810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3431186266702356936&amp;postID=766860454232871810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/766860454232871810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431186266702356936/posts/default/766860454232871810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.fredhorton.org/2008/08/hell-ride-released-8808.html' title='Hell Ride released 8/8/08'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11189165114155061592'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>