Down the highway I pass a van pulled over and half unloaded. I stop to offer any help bit he has a blown engine and was on the phone with a tow truck. Good luck buddy.
I made my way through Parker stopping for fuel and water then pressing on. The truck and RV traffic along the highway was intense before turning east on Hwy 72. I forgot about the shitty shoulders in AZ, their only reprieve being the miles of passing zones and straight flat stretches. With much BLM land along the roadside, I never struggled to make camp. Riding about 150 miles a day seems like a comfortable pace with the length of day. The yip of coyotes gives way to the birdsong of the desert in predawn. Through the flyscreen of my tent I watch the glow on the horizon and the gradual painting of the clouds to pinks and orange. Down the highway I pass a van pulled over and half unloaded. I stop to offer any help bit he has a blown engine and was on the phone with a tow truck. Good luck buddy. It takes most of the afternoon to get around Scottsdale and Phoenix but I soon set my sights on the towering Superstition Mtns. Needles and peak soar over 5000ft and are illiminated in a warm panel by the afternoon sun. Riding up the twisty but bumpy Apache Trail led me to a jeep trail up to an overlook campsite in the Tonto National Forest. The view was impressive and the scenic landscape a welcomed break from the suburbia of mid-day.
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Mike SaundersIn May 2014 I quit my job to ride a Honda Ruckus over 69'000 mi and counting. Wild camping most nights and cooking most of my own meals, I keep the costs low and the landscape changing. Archives
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