29 March 2011 (posted on the 30th from Wickenburg). Aguila, Arizona is about as different from Quartzsite as you can get. It is extremely poor, run-down, depressing. The motel I’m staying in (Burro Jim’s) is even less expensive than my accommodations last night ($50—cash). It’s a vinyl flooring and BYOS sort of place (bring your own soap), but the shower works and I was able to scrape off the dust-infused sunblock that left my arms and legs gritty and sticky.
And I just had a GREAT dinner at the Coyote Flats Café & Bar next door. I’ve surprised myself on this trip (so far) that I haven’t been hungrier. I had a big breakfast (two eggs, bacon, and two pancakes) this morning, but had to force it down, and then I couldn’t even finish a late lunch of a club sandwich and fries around 2 pm. (I brought the leftovers with me in case there wasn’t a restaurant in Aquila.) Tonight I was hungry. Fortunately, I could start anew for dinner: steak (my first in who knows how long), baked potato, garlic bread, vegetable, and a margarita…all for $21. And superbly cooked—well, not the green beans so much (which I think were from a can). This is a find! I’m now typing up these reflections on the day’s activities in the adjoining bar, enjoying another of their $4.50 margaritas.
While yesterday’s pedaling was full of learning about farming in the Imperial Valley, today I was mostly passing by the same mesquite-scrub and creosote bush drylands (I’m not sure of the species).
I had gotten a slow start out of Quartzsite, owning to my late-night photo sorting and blog-posting last night. By the time I finished breakfast (at the highly recommended Darling Darlene’s), it was probably around 10 am—already hot.
Right out of Quartzsite, I got on I-10 east. As I was coming down the entry ramp I noticed two bicyclists a few hundred yards ahead. One was stopped adjusting something, and I managed to catch up. We chatted for several miles, then as the grade increased I let them go on alone. They were traveling light (minimal gear for moteling it) and were on lightweight, high-performance road bikes. Great guys. We chatted while riding together and then later when I caught up to them while they were resting at a store along Route 60 (which we got on just west of Brenda).
Dan is from Louisiana and Tom from Ohio. They’re college buddies from way back, and I think this ride, for them, is much like mine is for me. Theirs is also a fundraising ride to aid women in several African countries: “Dan and Tom’s Ride for Tirzah.” Dan is a geology professor I think, but clearly a broader naturalist as well—from his comments on wildlife. I would have enjoyed chatting more with them. Unfortunately, they’re not following the Southern Tier route, but are angling to the northeast off this route tomorrow and will end up in Savannah, Georgia.
Later, I ran into an odd group of kids who were biking to Pennsylvania. The four of them—two guys and two gals—were in their early 20s, on the second leg of a cross-country journey that took them from Pennsylvania to California and now will take them back home. They are seeking out information on natural building, permaculture, sustainability, intentional communities. Neat stuff, but I couldn’t quite figure them out. They have a loose-knit organization: CulturalRecyclists.org.
They don’t have any money, so try to work for meals or seek donations. We stopped for lunch together in Salome, Arizona. I gave then $20 toward their first real meal in two days, and a waitress gave them another $20. The four of them were famished and spent forever figuring out exactly what to get—everything looked so good to them.
But their preparations seemed off. They weren’t your normal bicyclists in Lycra shorts and with high-tech gear. Far from it! One of the girls had a milk crate lashed to the rear rack and square plastic buckets hanging off it as panniers and a wire-cage basket in front. Both girls were biking in billowy dresses, and one of the guys had a Tigger mask or something mounted on his helmet. But, hey, they’re out here bicycling and connecting with people about sustainability. Who cares if they aren’t high-tech about it. They’re having the adventure of their lives. (Though I must say, if I were their parents, I’d be a little worried!)
I left them to enjoy their lunch after talking with them about BuildingGreen, solar energy, and natural building issues; I had 30 miles left if I was to get to Aguila. I made it, though it was a bit of a struggle. The shoulder was plenty wide, but rippled with those heat heaves every ten feet or so. Sometimes I would ride out in the traveled lane, which was much smoother, but I’d have to watch my rear-view mirror constantly and drop back into the shoulder when a car or truck approached—Route 60 was little traveled, which was nice.
I looked hard for a rattlesnake just off the road, but no luck—though I suspect I passed a few. I was struck by how many bottles there were strewn along the highway—well back from the shoulder. These weren’t recent bottles; many probably dated back 50 years (an earlier generation of dark brown bottles, long devoid of their beer labels). I passed one area that was fairly thick with Ocotillo, but it wasn’t yet in bloom. I stopped relatively few times to take photos—unlike the day before.
For the last 25 or 30 miles I don’t think there was even a hint of a bend in Highway 60. Straight as an arrow. It might have been the perfect opportunity to do that reflection, which is what this bike trip is all about. But I found myself focusing, instead, on various parts of my anatomy that would have preferred to not be on a bicycle just then. I’m still breaking in my body—and sore. (Hopefully, these margaritas will help in some way!)
Total miles today: 68. Cumulative total: 342.
Tomorrow, I head in toward Phoenix. I’ve arranged to stay with a Warm Showers host in Sun City, which is this side of the city—about 63 miles from my current location according to my iPhone. I have one initial climb, but only about 600 feet (a third of what I climbed today). It will be a lot hotter, though, as I drop toward Phoenix. The forecast right now isn’t as bad as it was yesterday, but they’re still saying a high of 98°F on Friday! Tomorrow it’s supposed to go up to 88°; I had thought I might spend two days in Phoenix and visit a bike shop to see about getting a new calculator (the odometer/speedometer gadget that tracks our progress).
I thought you would be lonely out there in the desert, but you’re meeting so many interesting people! Keep the updates coming when you can. Some of us aren’t brave enough to do a trip like this and have to live through yours. 🙂
Hey Alex – Sounds like you are living large with the Burro Jim’s / Coyote Flats Café & Bar combo!!! I’m enjoying your daily posts. Safe travels – Jay
I think the regularly spaced bumps/cracks means there is a concrete base. There were roads like that where I grew up in Maine. On a long ride it becomes like water dripping when you are trying to sleep.
Alex – my comment about weirdness was a poor attempt at humor. I respect what you are doing and how you are doing it. Please accept my apology and the best of luck to you in your venture.
Alex; I feel for you in the heat. What do you do for water in the long stretches between civilization? No problems with glass on the side of the road?
Hi, always i used to check blog posts here early in the dawn, since i like to gain knowledge
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