“Moto bros!... Moto brooos!” My girlfriend couldn’t seem to contain her excitement and continued with this chorus for most of our drive into the mountains. She had settled on the idea that we were now “moto bros,” though she had yet to ride a motorcycle. But the excitement was palpable, contagious even.
We were escaping the warm weather that arrives in the Phoenix Valley around mid-May and lingers until the end of October most years. A two-hour drive to the northeast would take us to nearly 8,000 feet of elevation into the Sitgreaves National Forest, and to a campsite surrounded by pine trees and rocky ridgelines.
