Over the last several days I've put in a fair amount of miles and lots of climbing. At least half of that is in the Prescott National Forest. The other half is what geologists call the `transition zone' between the high Grand Canyon plateau and the low Phoenix desert. Lots of sky, mountains, rolling hills. Vast panoramas of drop-dead gorgeous terrain.
Today's training comprised 70 miles and god-knows how many thousands of feet of climbing. The contrast between the beauty of the natural environment was held in stark relief against the many never-before-seen by me roadside shrines to motor fatalities; the dead skunk, dog, cat, critters, and their bloody remains smeared across the road; the monstrous RVs pulling trailers of off-road 4-wheel toys; and, finally, another tragic automobile accident with almost certain fatalities. The accident appeared to involve a car that went off the 2 lane road and down a steep embankment, rolling over and over before coming to a stop. Multiple State Patrol vehicles, fire engines, ambulances and a helicopter. Traffic backed up in both directions for a mile.
The contrast makes my head hurt.
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