So I did.
I aired up STeve's tires, packed a muffin, and headed out, in shorts and a t-shirt.
The plan was to see what the Campbell Mesa trails looked like, and if they were too muddy, head out Old Walnut Canyon Highway.
So, after poking around for a bit, I picked a rock to have lunch on. Turns out this one had some scratches on it. Man-made, but obviously not a petroglyph. Someone spent a minute scratching at the rock making.... something.
So, as I'm eating my muffin, and studying the graffiti, I looked up at the next rock over.
Some of them show signs of vandalism from way back when. I'm glad this place is protected now, and I'm glad I got to find some of the ones that survived. I want to go back and find more now.
The ride home was quick and painless. It felt good to be pushing pedals again after a couple weeks off, in nice warm weather.
It wasn't long enough, though.