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 creosote 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. ]