Yesterday I had a beautiful day riding. I again was blessed, I can think of no other word, by the people I met, the mesas and river beds I ran through. I was about to leave an oasis of an Apache rest stop on the ride between Globe and safford. I met Cedric and an Apache man Bernard. The world was so beautiful.
Cedric and I parted when I stopped at the dollar general about 12 miles before Safford. To call my mother, to buy some cold drinks and cool corn. The heat continues to be hot.
Six miles later a wolf looking wild dog attacked chasing as I weaved around the center line at who knows what speed. If I hadn’t have been on a busy road, I am certain I would have been mauled. Angels were watching over me.
Never have I experienced fear, adrenaline and afterward emotional shock as I did yesterday.
Don’t tell my mother any of this.
I wasn’t mauled by a rabid wild animal. I wasn’t struck by the traffic that saved me. The same thing had happened to Cedric 30 minutes before.
Love you all.
So many people responded kindly and helped men through this. Brandon below drove me the remainder of the route to my campsite. Special thanks to this Kind young man.
Tomorrow I will carry my pepper spray around my neck on that orange shoelace.
Ps. I’m almost certain it was Mexican wolf, a lobo. From its erratic behavior I’d wager it was rabid.
I could write all day about today and I could write all day about yesterday l, but I can’t. There aren’t enough minutes in the day.
My post from the other day with photos of Patty’s jersey covered with names of people living with or who have died of cancer was part of a quick turtorial I gave her in the WordPress app.
Here’s a link to her blog. Her blog style reminds me of my own
It’s a real treat for me to read what she writes about the days I drive the van rather than cycle.
Here’s a photo of the moon right in front of me where I’m writing right now.
Here are a few photos from today and then two photos of special people I met yesterday on our rest day when I didn’t leave the area immediately around our Motel Six.
I want these for Christmas or better yet our anniversary. Used after posting above.
Feeling much much rested after dinner out with brotheriun law and sisterinlaw and then 8 solid hours of sleep.
Memories flooded back as Fuat and I cycled over the Colorado back into Arizona. The desert scent brought me back to moving to Arizona post undergraduate degree to a year at Arcosanti and then to graduate school in Tucson. The creyote bushes, palo verde trees, ocotillos and saguaros. I had forgotten I even knew those words.
Talked to Richard back home in GA for an hour tonight, more than we have spoken since I flew to San Diego last Thursday. Told him about all the incredible meals I’ve eaten this first week on the Southern Tier. It is only a week but I see already the specialness of riding cross country with a group — a different kind of specialness than the one of riding solo. He was a little incredulous that our group had coalesced so strongly in such a short time but we have. A week in the road together equals the closeness of a year of riding with road bike group.
Here are a few photos from my phone. Most of my photos are on my Canon Powershot Elf that I take photos from while riding. Btw, these uploaded in reverse chronological order.
[Bob Ambrose, there IS another epic poem in this trip. I didn’t know. ]
Two men Fuat and I shared a picnic table with at the I-10 rest stop. Both are Iraqui immigrants, Al who lives in Kansas City and his relative who just was resettled here though what was our refugee immigrant program. His name is in my notebook back at my tent.
A new state. Back in AZ after many, many years away. Got my masters at the home of the Wildcats in Tucson.
Crossing the Colorado from CA to AZ.
No time to write these days but after 4 days together, we are already feeling such a strong bond. The power of working together on a shared goal. Already I could write dozens of blog pages.
More words and photos later when I have more time.
[As always, when on the road, I’m in even more forgiveness for typos, auto spell errors, and uneven style and story recounting .]
Our first day riding dipping our wheels into the Pacific in San Diego. 4 days later and we are sleeping out last night in CAL. Tomorrow we cross the Colorado and enter Arizona.
I made it. Once again the preparation is over. I’m in the experience itself.
I arrived yesterday and got settled into the hostel where my bike group will meet on Sunday afternoon. The group has already started to form. I almost immediately met Sally from the UK who is starting yet another phase of her world wide adventure, having just spent time in Vietnam, Australia and New Zealand. Then today Andy, Robin, Doug, and Sheri arrived as well as my co-leader Jared. We are all giving ourselves time to acclimate.
I can see already that this blog will be different. It has to be.
San Diego is gorgeous, though I’m really away from its skyscrapers way out on its western edge close to Ocean Beach and the west coast’s longest pier; it reaches 900 feet out into the Pacific. I’ve already been out there twice. It is Southern California, surf board, young rosterfarians (sp?), frisbees, dogs and yoga on the beach; pot fragrance abounds.