July 1, 2003 BIG BELT'S Ahead you see them, a steely blue Just sentinals in the mist. As you ride on toward them on your trusty bike, More details meet the eye. As you enter their domain, intimidating as it is, You are awed by the size and shape. Mother nature did a masterful job Of bringing us beauty true. The lovely shapes and colors many, The size to make you small. As you climb into the arms of stone, You cannot know what's ahead. You keep on going just wondering why, These monuments came to be. But while you wonder, you miss the chance To see what's there to enjoy. So, ride and enjoy, the Big Belts today And sort out the mysteries tomorrow! Ron