Slaying Dragons

The Bianchi calling my name I woke ready to bask in the serenity of forest and stream. My pathway to zen required slaying the morning dragon. Like Don Quixote I set off on my steed to slay the imaginary beasts that stand guard at the gateway to Logan Canyon. While Don would face windmills I would battle the invisible force that propels the demons of the Man of La Mancha. Take care as you travel the first few miles approaching Logan Canyon the dragon’s breath is strong and will conquer lesser riders. (not you, you are a champion).