Wow, it was just yesterday that we were only 8.6% done with our coast-to-coast ride, and after 77 miles of pedaling, here we are, 11% done with the whole thing. Oh, how time just flies when you’re moving at 10 mph.
Today we met a retired couple who had visited the four corners of the U.S. on their motorcycle, about 25 years ago. That’s a couple folks who know how to plan a road trip. They said the thing they remembered most about their trip was not the scenery, but the people they met. I said, “Tell me about it. Let me write down this four corners idea …”
One would think that avoiding rain in the desert would not be so hard, but we are proving to be very poor at it. We got rained on twice today, including the last three miles into Wickenburg, during which I asked myself, “should I stop and put on my rain jacket?” approximately 300 times. And didn’t.
But the rest of the day was mild, and so was the terrain. I think I’m finally starting to get broken in — I wasn’t cursing myself nearly as much today, and actually enjoyed some of the riding, getting into meditative spinning. I think US 60 between Salome and Aguila is one of the straightest, flattest roads I’ve ever been on. I remember getting bored to tears driving on it at 65 mph about five years ago. Today was pure thinking time.
Tony didn’t feel like chopping his leg off above the knee today, probably thanks to the moderate climbing, and my cold has regressed to the point of an annoying cough. We’re looking forward to a rest day in Phoenix on Friday.