>> Saturday, December 10, 2011
Years ago, when I was younger and adventurous (now I’m older and less) I rode on the back of the motorcycle with my husband, John, when he took trips. The very first one introduced me to the extreme heat of Hell’s Canyon in July. The name should have been a clue. As I moved into a zombie state I wondered how well John was holding up. I was the hottest I have ever been … at least for an extended period of time.