It’s time again. The unofficial official kick-off to summer and sunshine (even if cold and rain still linger) is the annual White Rim TT. I need this. I’ve been seeing the canyon country in my sleep for the last 3 months. I can almost taste the sand, and feel the warm spring wind. See the spires and the pocked, white stone. Blue skies, juniper, and the distant Abajos or Henry Mountains.