Made some time to escape the holiday frenzy.
Found dry trails and hero dirt in the 87043.
Set tires to trail not with the intent to shred, but rather to soak in the quietude of the high desert mesa in winter.
Found what I was looking for basking in the warm winter sun, the expansive views, variegated hillsides.
Not a soul in sight, the stillness broken only by the gentle breeze and the crunching of tires over hoarfrost.