The Search for Red, White &. Blue, Part One
It was going to be a perfect day to accomplish something, and that something in my case meant discovering the Red, White and Blue Mine deep in San Antonio Canyon. With a little help from a friend, I had read some accounts of the mine, adding solid information to the one account I had read previously and, after the ride of two days earlier, knew the quickest route along the lower portion of the canyon. What might slow me down beyond that, however, was yet to be discovered. Sometimes it is the simplest thing that causes the greatest problem. Riding a well-worn trail in that lower portion, barely past the Shinn/Mountain bridge, I wiped out or, more accurately fell over. I don't know how; I do know there was time to react, but my left foot wouldn't unclip and down I went, twisting that ankle in the process and abrading my azz when I hit solid rock. Sitting comfortably on the couch with a beer at hand now, they still bother me (as do all the additional cuts and stabs from yucca le
