Just riding along, descending Mt. Graham, a few weekends ago when a cop asks us to pull over.

So we stop on the side of the road, and what do we see?

Ponies!

It’s a modern-day round-up.  I love living in the wild, wild West, where the Forest Service herds their horses up Mt. Graham in pickup trucks.

Tomorrow is the infamous Mt. Graham Hill Climb, probably one of my favorite races in AZ.  20 miles of pain as you ascend something like 6000 feet.  Too bad I won’t be doing it…my tonsils are the size of small grapefruits, and I feel like I’m drowning in my own head.  I hate being sick…