The sunrays shower upon my face, as Spring’s fragrant undertones swirl through the ponderosa pine scent around me. I breathe it in with deep appreciation and glance over my right arm. The towering hillside across Deer Creek Canyon rises to meet me. This view always takes my breath away. That, and the fact there is nothing but empty space between that pine-filled wall and me. The guardrail doesn’t count, as it would serve as a catapult if I ran into it with my motorcycle.

There’s nothing to worry about and there’s no rush to get there, I remind myself as I turn my focus back to this glorious scenery. I’m protected and so is my macaroni and cheese dish, although my husband, Greg, may not approve of my bungee skills, I trust them. Going to a potluck on the bike is a first, I’m glad I’m not typical. (more…)