One of my favorite parts of riding continues to be the first part of the day when we head out toward the east as the sun is rising in the morning cool when the world where I am is still and quiet except for the whir of tires on the pavement and the occasional cry of a bird nearby.On this day I also heard the singing of the barbed wire fences as the cross-winds swept across to make the metal sing, tzzz, tzzz, tzzz. I noticed dome shaped objects in the landscape. First, there were dark domed-shaped mounds of earth towering over us on our right. All around were rounded tussocks of bold goldenrod yellow brittle brush bursting with color all along the roadway and across the landscape. Many of the knee high scrubby brush were also rounded.
On this day we crossed the Colorado River on a pedestrian bridge from California to Arizona. I am still amazed that we crossed OUR FIRST STATE! Great,green, gigantic saguaro cacti dotted the flat lands and hillsides and welcomed us to this new state. It grew greener with more open spaces.
A large chunk of our day was spent on an interstate. Out here bikes ARE allowed on some interstates if there is no other alternative route available. We were reminded how fragile life is when we witnessed a police chase on the interstate, spotted a dust cloud up ahead just beyond and overpass, then witnessed a medi-vac helicopter landing to assist in the fatal accident that occurred from that chase. Luckily we were not involved but 10 minutes earlier may have been a very different outcome. It was not our time...
We traveled 64 miles on this day to a very tiny town called Salome with very little services. We did celebrate our first state crossing with margarita.For dinner we had chicken curry over brown rice, salad and strawberry rhubarb pie. Yummy!
Love to all,
Robin
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