My apologies to Tom T. Hall, singer of trucker ballads from the 60s-70s, and his classic “Wolf Creek Pass Way Up On the Great Divide” for borrowing this line for my title. It seemed to fit perfectly today.
Lots of “ups and downs”, with the downs clearly my favorite. Cathy was surprised and tickled to find so much bird life in and around “Butcher Hook” campground. The upshot of which was, I left camp quite a while before she did. The limited number of camping places dictated a relatively long ride today, given the terrain to be covered. But, yet again, the weather continues to be idyllic for riding.
This was one of the few days that we hadn’t set an “Alamo point” mid route. Mainly because there was no good place to schedule it. The “fall back” plan is that if I don’t show up at the planned camp site by a specific time, start backtracking til our paths meet. More on this later.
I’ve mentioned before the non-egalitarian attitude of some of the “self-supported” riders I’ve met on this ride. They seem to have the idea that the route is supposed to be some kind of “personal misery” competition. Let me assure you, seeing Cathy pulled off the side of road ahead of me waiting to see if I need anything is all the proof I need that the way we’re doing it is by far the best. At least, it is for us. Back to the earlier comment on “come back and look for me”. Cathy navigates by GPS if she has a signal, and I’m going completely by my ACA map on the handlebars. Today, due to road construction, I missed the route change and continued riding. And riding. And riding. As the agreed upon “no show” time approached, she messaged me (much more likely to be transmitted than a phone call here) for a location update. It was clear I was “off route” and messaged her my location relative to the mile marker signs on the road I was on. Like the 7th Cavalry, she came to my rescue, sans shooting and horses. What’s not to love about that story. 🙂
The scenery continues to mesmerize with the desert plants erupting into bloom. It’s a wonderful distraction from the miles of uphill grinding.
The city lights of greater Phoenix can be seen in the distance from our “over flow” parking area tonight. No electric or water hook up, so we’re hoping for a cool night.
Into the big city tomorrow, and hopefully re-connecting with all those snow birds that flew down here from home.
Cathy’s life-list bird list grew by three more species today; Verdin, Abert Towhee, and a magnificent Harris Hawk, who practically landed in her path at the campground. That’s a “Trifecta” in the bird world, folks. 🙂
A short riding day tomorrow, and then off the bike for probably the rest of the week. I hope the leg muscles will remember why we’re out here.
Thanks for coming along!