Not quite as scary as some of the road tunnels in China, or the Republic of Georgia, but… Near Superior, Arizona
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Tunnel running
December 15th, 2011Superior climb
December 15th, 2011Ken sets off on the second of four major mountain passes ..And it’s a bit warm..
Rude and amusing
December 14th, 2011
Just knew Mike from Norfolk, who, incidentally, is the owner of Wallace the Wallaby for his previous witticisms, would come up trumps. This has Caption Competition written all over it. So, a couple of his suggestions:
“It all started when Hiawatha came to bathe nearby”
“I went to see the Doctor and he just said I was a big prick”
There were other suggestions, I hasten to add not from Mike, but they washed over my innocence. Something to do with batteries…
Superior dilemmas
December 14th, 2011Life on the road can sometimes involve some tricky dilemmas…
Superior night
December 14th, 2011Ken finally makes it into Superior, Arizona. Yep, dark. Again..
Gonzales Pass
December 14th, 2011
Sunset at Gonzales Pass, fifty or so miles east of Phoenix Arizona.
Long way from nowhere
December 14th, 2011Ken reaches the summit of Gonzales Pass, 2,651 feet. Unexpectedly interrupted by a car pulling over onto the shoulder…
Bohemian stop
December 13th, 2011Hostelling International hostel in Phoenix, Arizona. In the 60s it’d be described as hippy, in the 70s hip, and today, Bohemian. It’s a culture thing..
Phoenix nights
December 13th, 2011Ken, together with trusty steed Emma, spends the night in a trailer in the grounds of a Phoenix hostel. Not the YMCA of course…
Goodbye
December 12th, 2011The passing of each fly she swatted was marked with a muttered "Goodbye". I’d stopped at a small diner for breakfast. Yellow melamine counter. Stainless steel round stools, topped with green plastic. A sign above the serving hatch said simply "Kissin don’t last Cookin do". Country and Western in the background, words barely distinguishable. Homely feel.
I’d struggled to decide between a stack of pancakes and an omelette. Eventually plumping for the latter. Drizzled with melted cheese, a couple of thick bacon slices wrapped up inside. Departing suitably charged for a day on the road, my overnight stop ten miles or so back at Brenda mostly closed. The Country Store out of business. The campground cafe not open until eleven.
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