Friday, March 30....Rollin' Down The Highway

   Today was sunny and warm right from the start…I could get used to waking up to temps in the 60s.  No bicycle ride today.  It was a bit breezy in the morning but that’s not why we passed on it…we had an ambitious bike ride planned and wanted to get going soon after breakfast. 
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   We left about 10:30 a.m….that gave us a good 7 to 8 hours of road time before dusk.    We’d decided to take advantage of and planned a big ride.  Head up to Globe on 60, then pick up 70 to Safford where we’d ride 191 back to I-10…then it was a matter of heading through Tucson back to Picacho.  A big loop…a 335 mile loop.  Ambitious ride for sure but we had the day ahead of us...it was doable.  I wanted to reverse our route…start by heading east on I-10 to get the Tucson traffic out of the way early.  Figured we’d hit rush hour if we came through Tucson on the back end of the trip.  Traffic through Tucson wasn’t crazy and we were cruising along pretty good.  Until we got to the Texas Canyon…a section of I-10 up through a mountain.  There was a traffic back up…took us about 20 minutes to get beyond the issue and then we stopped at a rest area for a much needed break.  It’s tough on the hands to be in stop and go traffic…cramping hands added to the heat of the midday sun mixed with engine heat.  Yep, it was time for a break…and lunch.  Rode up to Willcox for lunch and to reassess our ride. We were nearing the point of total commitment to the loop…once we headed up 191 we had to keep going because there were no shortcuts.  And we’d lost time due to the traffic slow down and stopping for lunch, so we’d be pushing the limit with regard to dusk/dark.  We’d already ridden 130 miles to get to Willcox…we could head back from there and still have a full day’s ride in.  That was the realistic choice.  But take the scenic route back or stick to the highway? The pros and cons were discussed and we decided to stick to the highway.  Of course, with the time and distance being what it was at that point, we stood a good chance of hitting Tucson at rush hour.  Oh, ding dang!  But a mistake needed fixing and getting back to Tucson in a timely manner would facilitate that.  I’d just have to deal with rush hour.  All highway driving today.
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   Last night Kim came in and mentioned that he thought Frank had either given him a heck of a deal or mistakenly undercharged him for the new lens filter.  He’d checked online several times and couldn’t find the specific size he bought for the price that Frank had charged him; however, he did find a smaller size for that price.  It was a significant amount and we agreed that Kim should call Frank to find out if undercharging for the filter was intentional or a mistake.  That conversation revealed that it was indeed a mistake on Frank’s part; we wanted to swing by and make it right.  It was simply the right thing to do.  With Frank’s strange hours it was probably our only opportunity before we left.  So turning around at Willcox made sense on several levels. 
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   The traffic slowdown was due to an accident.  I’m not an ‘ambulance chaser’… I don’t like driving by the scene of an accident…I avert my eyes if possible so I don’t have to see things that can’t be unseen. I had no choice today…I had to drive by the scene of the accident…I was on my bike, I had to be aware of my surroundings.  My heart absolutely hit the pit of my stomach when I saw the front end of the semi up on top of a car.  Shit!! I knew that there would be no surviving that impact.  However, up ahead there were two vehicles on the shoulder of the road…an RV in front and a car in back.  As I came alongside the RV, I could see the damage to the back end and quickly realized that the car under the semi tire was being towed by the RV and as such, there was no one in the vehicle.  I said a prayer of thanks for that.  The driver was walking back toward the semi/car and he appeared to be physically okay.  Don’t know about the semi driver….but the absence of an ambulance gave me cause to be hopeful.  There are definitely some big insurance issues to work out.  I haven’t been able to find a news source that tells what happened.  The scene was cleared up and traffic was moving normally by the time we were heading back through the area. 
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   Texas Canyon runs through a mountain or big hill, I’m not sure of the terminology.  It has gigantic boulders propped up by smaller boulders…it has gigantic boulders off by themselves…it has mounds of gigantic boulders.  Did I mention that these boulders were huge?  I wonder if  it’s called Texas Canyon because Texas is known as the Land of Oversized Everything and these were oversized rocks/boulders for sure.
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   So we got in a good ride…not exactly as we had originally planned but that’s okay.  We got things squared away with Frank and all feel better for that.  We caught just the leading edge of the Tucson rush hour and that was much better than it could have been.  So all in all it was a good day…
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   It was a slow picture day because we rode the highway…all day we rode the highway.  Not much opportunity to take pictures when cruising at 70 mph. However, we did see Larry the Lizard’s little brother at our tree this morning and one of his cousins at the rest area.  Creepy crawlies and rocks…the extent of my picture taking today.


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   We went out scorpion hunting tonight.  No luck in the first location.  I suggested we stop at the tire in the ground…looking around a pile of wood, Kim turned over a board and voila! there was a scorpion!  Kim saw a scorpion and I got a picture…it was a good end to a good day.  😊
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Bike miles today:  274

Thursday, March 29...Rock N Roll Never Forgets

     Kim didn’t have much success with his imaging last night…so today he did some studying on the best way to utilize his new filter and tonight he’s ready to try again.  The moon is still putting out lots of light so he’ll be able to put what he learned into play. 
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   I played a couple of games of Scrabble last night before I went to bed.  This morning in that hazy time of not quite asleep but not quite awake my brain was trying to figure out the best way to use the letter ‘J’.  Of course, in reality that all depends on what other letters are available but, really, that’s a weird way to wake up.
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   Hung around the camp until almost 11 a.m., then jumped on the bikes.  We had a ride planned but then got sidetracked after we started.  For us that usually leads to the best kind of adventures.  Usually it’s me that suggests a deviation from the plan but today it was Kim’s suggestion that we turn left at the light to see what Arizona City was all about.
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   There are a few businesses on Battaglia Road which is the way to get to Indian Route 15…we thought that was the extent of Arizona City.  But the other day coming back I realized that there was more to it…those buildings could have been houses, could have been more businesses.  Kim decided on the spur of the moment to turn at the light to find out.  There was a ‘business district’ and several housing developments.  The road continued on but we turned around at the end of the inhabited area.   I’ve noticed that houses in the desert area generally fall into two categories:  1) those that are making do with whatever they have; these are older, sometimes a bit more randomly placed and speak of lower income and 2) those in a walled/fenced development community; these tend to be newer, the same style (one story) and color, and speak of more affluence.  There are not many individual grand homes like we have back in Charlevoix. In fact I think I’ve seen one multi-story house…it was block style and adobe colored…and for sale.  On the outer edges of Tucson there are housing developments going up like crazy but there’s not much individuality.  We were told that about 50% of the population in Arizona City is made up of ‘snowbirds’ and they are the driving force behind the housing developments.  Not many RV parks around Arizona City.  Whereas in the town of Quartzsite there was one RV park after another with very few homes.  Or maybe they were cleverly hidden. 😏
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   On our slow ride through town, we saw a house that looked very much out of place in a community where every other house is adobe colored.  This house had thick white siding…think igloo, that’s what it looked like.  We surmised it had to have something to do with energy efficiency.  I can’t find anything about the exterior online…just can’t find the right search phrase.  But I did find the house in Google Maps street view...a picture from 2011 shows it had the same exterior just a lot dingier.  And the neighborhood isn’t nearly as built up as it is now.  Huh…
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   On our drive through the three block business district I noticed a small store with an open door called ‘Weird Kid’…there was more to the signage but Weird Kid was all I could catch in passing.  It was next to a video store…I thought the two might be connected.  When we came to the end of the housing area and turned around, I told Kim I wanted to stop.  I needed to see what was behind the open door.  As we pulled up I could read the rest of what was written on the storefront…Weird Kid Records.  Two people were inside and I walked in saying “The name drew me in…I had to stop and see what kind of business this is.”  That prompted the owner to do his thing…talk.  Weird Kid Records is a record store owned by Jeff and Jessica, specializing in new and used vinyl.  There are some CDs and cassettes as well as some record players…bluetooth capable.   He told us about the setup of the store…in the used section, music is not arranged by artist, it’s arranged by price.  Bins with labels ranging from FIVE to TWENTYFIVE…pick your price range and look through the selection.  There are two bins with new vinyl…either early recordings from artists that have been ‘pressed’ again or new material coming out on vinyl.  They don’t garage sale to get their used albums…they have vendors they buy from. Only albums in good condition are in the used section and Jessica goes through each one and cleans not only the vinyl but also the jacket.  No moldy album covers allowed…Jeff has asthma. So besides leading to health issues, mold just makes for a funky smelling store.  Jeff was a talker…he’s passionate about music and the store and it showed. It is the only record store in Pinal County…they have been in
Selfie stick time at Weird Kid Records
business since October 2017…they’ve been featured on the front pages of local print publications and from that they were offered a spot on the local public radio station.  They literally have an open door policy---when the store is open, the door is open.  Their premise is that music speaks to everyone and they are seeking to build community, to build family, around the common ground of music….doesn’t matter what genre…building community is the driving force behind the store.  Well, that and Jeff.  Bullying, prejudice and bigotry are not tolerated…respect is the name of the game. 👍
  We bought a couple of albums, got welcomed into the ‘family’ and went to lunch, where we reassessed our ride plan.
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   Because we spent a couple hours in Arizona City, we only rode as far as the Gu-Achi Trading Post instead of riding onto Why, AZ.  Sat at our favorite picnic table and drank a Gatorade then hopped on the bikes for the return trip.  As we’re riding along I start thinking…Ya know, we really should’ve bought a Weird Kid coffee cup…and I should have bought that Bob Seger album.   Dang!!  Wait, I wonder if they’re still open….Hey, Kim, what do you think about stopping at the record store on our way back through?   We stopped, they were open and I was able to make my purchase.  Got an improvised sticker to put up on the ceiling, too.  I was off my game, though, because I should have thought to ask about the name of the store.  
**Side note:  Their son is named Sinatra…not necessarily because they’re big Sinatra music fans.  They said it’s because of his stand against racism and prejudice.  They wanted to honor that attitude.    
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   It must be reported that we saw a rattlesnake today…it was dead but Kim was still excited that he actually saw one. It confirms that they’re out here. It was on the road and it wasn’t squished so it’s a mystery to me as to how it died.  Kim was a good Samaritan and removed it to the side of the road.  It was probably about 2 ½ feet long and only had two rattles on his tail.
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   No scorpion sightings yet.  I think it might still be kind of cool at night for them…although tonight is very balmy. 
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   We’re starting to formulate plans for heading back home.  I’ve been getting calls for work and am afraid I’m going to be jumping back into it instead of easing back in.  I’ve been feeling a low grade kind of antsy for that reason.  We paid for a month because it was cheaper so we technically have until April 6th, but we’ll won’t be here that long. 
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Update on Hannah Hummingbird:  On Tuesday we saw a hummingbird flit in towards the nest then dart out again. Other than that we haven’t seen any Hannah action.  And I haven’t had a response to my inquiry on the hummingbird website.  So it’s anybody’s guess as to whether this nest will be used for its intended purpose.  Kim suggested we post this picture up on the office bulletin board…😉
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Bike miles today:  142

Wednesday, March 28....Go Tell It On The Mountain


   Set the alarm to get up but it was unnecessary as I was awake before it was and laid there awake waiting for it to go off.  Even then I snoozed it so I could wait some more. Me and alarm clocks…it’s a mind game. 😉 Couple of reasons for the alarm this morning…I needed to make a call to the credit union and today we’re going exploring on foot and it seems prudent to do that in the cool of the day.  Hey, Karen…come on…get your butt out of bed!!
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   The camp owners have laying hens and sell fresh eggs up at the office.  We’ve been steady customers…in fact, one of the first things Kim asked when we checked in was, “Still have fresh eggs?”  A bag of ice and a dozen eggs…$5.00 please. 👍
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   It was postcard day…needed to get postcards finished and in the mail.  I print up pictures as we go along on our trip (yay! Walgreens👍) and put a postcard backing on them to make personalized postcards…great to send to the WonderKids and the GR Grandkiddos.   And my mom…she enjoys them too. Why buy a postcard of a wolf I never saw when I can send a picture of Kim kissing a goat or of me standing on a tire?  Those are the real moments that capture a Kim n Karen Adventure. 😊
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   Passed on the bicycle ride today for a hike up a mountain.  We’ve ridden on SR 79 north of city of Florence a fair amount this year.  On the route that bypasses Florence there is a lone mountain with a pyramid at the top…or maybe I shouldn’t call it a mountain because it’s more of a really big hill.  Anyway there’s a pyramid….and I noticed there was a trail up to the top.  When I asked Kim his opinion about it, he said ‘Google it’.  So I typed in “pyramid on top of mountain in Florence, AZ” and the first thing that pops up?  I got me a bona fide Roadside America hit!  The pyramid is the second burial site of Charles Poston who is called the Father of Arizona for some reason.  This is what the Roadside America site has to say:
   Charles D. Poston, called "The Father of Arizona," had intended to build a temple to the sun atop Poston Butte, but ran out of money (He was fascinated by Zoroastrianism). When he died in 1902 he was buried in a normal grave in Phoenix -- but that didn't seem right to his friends. So in 1925 they built a 14-foot-tall pyramid atop the Butte (now known as F Mountain), dug up Poston, and reburied him in it, facing the rising sun. His re-interment was attended by a crowd of 1,500, including the governor, and the crowd was assured by Poston's old friends that he did in fact believe in the Christian God.
And from that I had some questions so that led me to do a little more research:

Father of Arizona:
   Charles D Poston was born in 1825 and came west in pursuit of mining opportunities. Soon he became interested in politics and led the fight for the separate territory of Arizona. Upon winning that fight he became the first delegate to the U.S. Congress to represent the Arizona Territory. For that reason he is often referred to as the Father of Arizona. After losing his seat in congress he traveled and wrote of his travels. In India he became fascinated with the Parsi people and Zoroastrianism. He wrote a book entitled The Sun Worshipers of Asia in 1877. Back in Florence, Arizona he became obsessed with building a fire temple in the shape of a pyramid on top of Primrose Hill. He took deed of this hill in 1883 from James Addison Reavis, The Baron of Arizona. He never finished the Temple to The Sun and the locals jokingly referred to it as Poston’s folly. After holding several jobs as a miner and various political appointments he died in 1902 near penniless and was buried in Phoenix. On his 100th birthday in 1925 Governor George W.P. Hunt led a ceremony relocating Postons remains to a pyramid shaped tomb and renamed Primrose Hill-Postons Butte.

Zoroastrianism:
   Zoroastrianism is one of the world’s oldest monotheistic religions.   Zoroastrians do believe in one God, Ahura Mazda, meaning Wise Lord. They believe He created the world. The truth was revealed through His prophet Zoroaster, who is not worshipped but is followed as his directed path of truth and righteousness.  While Zoroastrianism is one of the world’s oldest monotheistic religions, it is one of the smallest today. It is reported that there are less than 200,000 practicing worldwide.
There is a lot more information on the subject but that was enough for me.
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Selfie stick time up on the butte😊
   So we didn’t hike to the top of a mountain or a hill...we hiked to the top of a butte. 😏There were two routes up…one favored by goats and one favored by humans.  We took the goat path up and the human path down.  There was a geocache listed up near the pyramid and while we were looking for it, two boys and their grandma joined us at the top.  We chatted and were having no luck with the geocache so we started back down.  It didn’t take long before one of the boys, Elijah, caught up with us.  He was very content to walk with us and chat.  He and his brother Sam are from Minnesota, on spring break and visiting grandparents who come to Arizona for the winter.  Elijah is 9 and Sam, who is 1 ½ years younger, has a birthday coming up in April as does an uncle so they’re going to Benihana to celebrate because that’s what they do for birthdays…go to Benihana.   Yesterday they visited Rooster Cogburn’s Ostrich Ranch so we talked about that, too.  I told him about my unfortunate meeting with a cactus and that Kim had to pull the spines out with a pliers…he seemed impressed with that.  Then Sam caught up with us and the four of us walked to the parking lot together which is where Grandpa was waiting.  It was a good way to spend the morning. 👍
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   For three years, we’ve been coming to the Picacho KOA and it was only the other day that we accidently discovered that there actually is/was a little town called Picacho.  Nearby Picacho Peak has a very distinctive shape and we’ve learned to recognize it from a distance.  It’s definitely an area landmark and a State Park is located on it but we’ve never been there either.  Here’s a bit of trivia about Picacho Peak that we learned yesterday and honestly it’s the reason we went there today:  The westernmost battle in the Civil War was ‘fought’ at Picacho Peak.  What?! I didn’t realize the fighting extended west of the core southern states.  I don’t remember Mr. Visscher covering this in History class.  There is a memorial in the Picacho State Park and this is from one of the signs:
   By early April, 1862, the California Column (Union troops) had reached an area near present day Casa Grande, Arizona.  From there, they dispatched 13 troops to Tucson, commanded by Lieutenant James Barrett.  This detachment was conducting a sweep of the area, looking for Confederate soldiers.  During their patrol they discovered three Confederate lookouts who surrendered.
   However, Confederates under the command of Captain Sherod Hunter had occupied ambush positions and opened fire.  Fierce fighting continued for 90 minutes.  Lt. Barrett and two of his men were killed and three others wounded.  Both sides withdrew from the scene.  Unconfirmed Union reports indicate two Confederates may have been wounded. 
   Although what happened here delayed the Union forces, the following month the California Column took Tucson without firing a shot.  The Engagement at Picacho Pass helped the Union take control of this important southern travel route.  This ended the Confederacy’s goal to reach the California coast.
  What transpired at Picacho Peak was only a tiny skirmish compared to the great battle in the east, but to the men wounded and killed here, it was life and death.
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   The word ‘Picacho’ means ‘big peak’ in Spanish…therefore the name Picacho Peak is redundant.  😉
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   After our visit to the state park memorial (also a Roadside America hit) Kim needed to get to StellarVision to pick up a filter that would help with imaging during the full moon phase.  He took off for Tucson and I went for a ride on Zeus.  Really didn’t have a destination in mind, I just wanted to ride.  My inclination when I have an hour or so to ride and don’t want to deal with towns/cities is to head over to Indian Route 15.  The road is open, it’s not heavily traveled, and the scenery is good.  Rode out about 35 miles and turned around.  I was back to camp before Kim. 
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   The moon is heading on full so Kim is using his new filter to image the Horsehead Nebula again.  It’s a practice run to see how good a job the filter does.  He just popped in to say that due to the light restriction properties of the filter he’s having to take 10 minute exposures to get enough light.  Wow.
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Bike miles today: 70

Tuesday, March 27....Somewhere Over The Rainbow

8:30 a.m….Skies cleared off about 10 last night so Kim headed out to do some imaging.  I have no idea what time he came in…I do, however, vaguely recall some cold air invading my warmth as he crawled into bed.😐 He was imaging the Needle Galaxy and I’m eagerly waiting to see the finished picture.  It’s much easier for him to do the processing sitting at a table in the clubhouse, so that’s where we are right now…doing the wash and plinking around on the computers.  Also figuring out what to do with the day.
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   We didn’t take a bicycle ride today.  This morning we just got rolling with other things and just didn’t think of it.  Then we talked about getting a ride in after we got home from our motorcycle ride…in fact, we managed our time so we’d be able to do get a ride in before it got dark.  But we stopped at a Chinese restaurant in Coolidge for an early supper and after filling our bellies with some very tasty food, neither of us were much inclined to go for a ride that required physical input. Might not ride tomorrow either but we have rough plan to do some hiking.  That’ll work as a substitute.
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   The campground only recycles aluminum…everything else goes in the dumpster.  Back home our recycling program has gotten quite extensive and I take advantage of it.  Doing my best to put “Reduce, reuse, recycle” into play.  Out here, every time I put a plastic bag, a pop bottle, paper, cardboard, etc. into the garbage bag, I cringe.  If I wanted to be hardcore about recycling, the alternative to using the dumpster would be to pack our garbage back home with us…however, I haven’t quite gotten to that point of recycling yet. 😏
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   Since we were up early, all the ‘chores’ were done early also…so now what to do with the rest of the day?  Kim wanted a picture of last night’s image so we placed an order at Walgreens…we’d ride over to Coolidge and pick it up. Today’s ride just kind of flowed out of that…looked at the map to see where we haven’t ridden yet and headed in that direction.  Just wanted to be back before dark…by the time we left Walgreens that left us about 4 hours.  We could ride for a couple of hours, then turn around and head back.  Reaching a destination wasn’t our objective.  Kim didn’t really care where we rode so it was left to me to be the activity director of the cruise.  I choose to head toward the mountains...and as soon as we turned on SR 79 north of Florence, I questioned the wisdom of that choice because we were looking at some nasty clouds hanging around the mountains in front of us.  It wasn't obvious which direction they were headed but my hope was that they'd head over the mountain in a northeasterly direction because we were taking more of a northwest route.  Eventually the dark clouds were behind us and blue sky was ahead of us.  It wasn’t until a few raindrops hit that I knew that the clouds were not retreating north over the mountains but heading in a southerly direction.  Oh, ding dang!!  But we turned
north and the sprinkles were gone…surrounded by warm sunshine at that point.  When it was time to turn around, we found ourselves looking at dark clouds again. More ding dang!  As we approached the clouds, the wind increased and it became cooler…time for jackets.  Not long after that, even though we hadn't encountered any rain, a gorgeous rainbow appeared to the left of us…a wide rainbow with purple, green, blue, yellow and red.  Stopped for a photo op but rainbows are so tricky to capture in a picture.  It’s one of those times when a picture doesn’t adequately capture what the eye is seeing…to say nothing of how quickly a rainbow disappears.  Doesn’t keep me from trying though. 
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It wasn't pleased that the rain stopped
   We did get rained on but didn’t get wet.  The air cooled down a bit and the raindrops were plentiful enough to mess up my googles and windshield but they weren’t making my legs wet.  And there was no road splash yet.  It wasn’t a nice rain, either…those raindrops stung!  I was just thinking that the desert plants were going to be happy about getting a drink when the sun peaked through the clouds, the air warmed and the rain lost interest.  It seemed the cloud just dissipated…and I was okay with that but the plants may have been groaning about the near miss. 😉 Off in the distance we watched as cool air met warm air and the resulting turmoil made the dirt in the fields dance high into the air. It wasn’t your average dust devil type of dance, though.  Hard to explain but fun to watch.  Getting good pictures of dancing dirt is tricky also…the result usually just looks like the lens had smudges on it.
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   Found out today that Kim can control our lights with the Alexa app on his phone…yeah, while we’re sitting in our trailer in Arizona, he can have Alexa turn the house lights on in Michigan.  Crazy!!  Sometime in the last week or so, as a joke Kim had told Alexa to do just that…’Alexa, turn on the house lights.’  Last night the neighbor happened to be up at 4 in the morning and saw our bedroom lights on.  She thought we were home…no, we’re not but how did the lights get on?  Tonight Kim called the neighbor, they did an experiment and, sure enough, he can turn the lights on from Arizona.  Really, Alexa?!  That’s rich…no more pretending you don’t understand me when I’m 15 feet away in the sewing room. 😏
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   The moon is out but the sky is clear and Kim is out giving imaging a try.  As the moon gets fuller, it becomes increasingly more difficult to work around its light.  I think he should just point the scope in the other direction but he assures me it isn’t that simple. 😊
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Bike miles today: 162

Monday, March 26...I Won't Back Down


   While waiting for the day to warm up for riding, I wandered over to talk with the neighbor using the ‘bivy sack’…the claustrophobic looking tent.  He flew in for the weekend and needed to keep his gear to a minimum so he brought the bivy sack for sleeping. The tent…and I use that term loosely…is great for hiking because it’s lightweight and folds down small.  However, he wasn’t here for hiking…he flew in from Eagle River, Alaska to go golfing with an old friend.  While the size is a benefit for putting in a backpack, it has drawbacks for general camping purposes.  He leaves his shoes outside the tent because there’s no place to keep them inside. The sack itself is made of Gore-tex so it’s waterproof; however, there’s a zippered ventilation screen up by the head area that will let water in if it’s kept open in the rain.  Staying warm is dependent on the sleeping bag that’s used but generally that's not a problem for him. Of course, there is none of the privacy that a full-sized tent might provide and you certainly can’t hang out in it in the evening.  So in the game of pros vs. cons, it sounds like the cons win. I knew before I talked to him that it was a tent I couldn’t use…it’s the claustrophobic nature of the thing.
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   Out on the road today before the bathrooms were closed for cleaning!  Bathrooms are closed from 11 a.m. to noon for cleaning…many times we’ve wanted/needed to use the bathroom quick before we leave camp and have had to delay our departure until the cleaning is done.  It doesn’t always take an entire hour, but no one is allowed in when the cones are out front.  So today, without even trying, we got the timing right. 😏
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   Today’s ride was to Top of the World.  No, not the top of the world…the town in Arizona that calls itself Top of the World presumably because it’s at the top of the mountain between Superior and Miami, AZ.  Elevation about 4,600 ft…therefore Top of the World to the 231 people who live there.  Our original thought was to ride to Globe yesterday but it was too far for the time we had, so we decided on Top of the World which is a little closer.  As it turned out, we didn’t ride anywhere yesterday.  Today was wide open so we had the time to ride farther but Top of the World was going to be the first destination.  And the first stop was going to be Top of the World Trading Post, which I figured was
Top of the World
probably the extent of the town.  I was wrong as there are several grouping of trailers around the area but the Trading Post does seem to be the town hub.  Outside the Trading Post was the official community board which may have served as a very informal newspaper.  The Trading Post is a very eclectic consignment shop…the majority of the consignees are disabled veterans.   A lot of old military items for sale inside with a bunch of other odds and ends thrown in.  The inventory outside was more garage sale type stuff…except I’ve never seen a 4 liter Jaguar engine with brand new belts at a garage sale.  Since there was no official town/city sign, a selfie in front of the trading post sufficed. 😊
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   There really wasn’t much in the Trading Post that appealed to either of us; but
"I need this lock", he said.
apparently both of us were of thinking that we should buy something.  I pointed something out to Kim and as I thought would happen, he bought it.  A monster Master Lock made specifically for Harley-Davidson with a skull emblem key fob, attached to a big chain.  Separately, each would be a force to be reckoned with…together, there’s only one use I can see for a chain and lock that size.  I told Kim that I’m sure his new treasure was used to hurt a few people before it ended up for sale in the Trading Post…he just smiled and said “Ya think?”  Don’t know what we’ll do with it, but I know what we won’t do with it.  Unless I’m home alone and I hear footsteps when there should be silence…then watch out!😏
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   Next up was a stop in Miami for lunch…about 10 miles down the road or mountain, as the case may be.  But first I got sidetracked by something alongside the road.  I couldn’t tell exactly what it was because I was paying attention to the road which was still going downhill…my brain simply registered that something was off to the right.  We turned around to go back a mile or so to see what it was.  It was a grotto/shrine with numerous candles, pictures and prayer requests tacked up on the walls.  Most of the pictures were old but there were candles burning so it’s still an active shrine.  The website Arizona Adventures has a page dedicated to the Top 10 Roadside Shrines.  The articles starts off with:
    Dozens of roadside shrines, also called capillitas or grutas, dot the Arizona landscape. These miniature places of worship are different from the sometimes elaborate roadside crosses, called crucecitas or descansos, which mark the sites of fatal auto accidents and other tragedies. However, both are rooted in Spanish-Catholic traditions brought to the New World by early missionaries and settlers.  Then the shrines are listed and the shrine we saw today is #8 on the list.  The following is the history of the shrine near Miami, AZ:
   Ruben Licano’s Shrine – Ruben C. Licano erected this shrine to fulfill a vow he made in the 1950’s while serving in the Army during the Korean War. He promised the Virgin Mary that if he returned to Arizona alive, he would build a shrine in her honor. It took him a while, but with the help of a friend, Licano completed his small roadside shrine in 1977. Constructed of river rock and topped with a rebar cross, the shrine’s walls and roof partially enclose a small altar on which Licano set a 3-foot statue of Mary. Passersby have filled the shrine with personal mementos of loved ones and written pleas. Several times a day (as of 2002 anyway), Licano stops by to check on the candles and to pray. Ruben Licano’s roadside shrine is located about two miles west of Miami, on the south side of U.S. 60.
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   It’s always kind of tricky to approach a grotto/shrine with a camera in my hand.  It’s not my intent to offend so I usually make sure the coast is clear
Kim talking with Chuy
before I take any pictures.  Today there was no one around when we stopped so I grabbed my camera and snapped a couple of pictures before turning and seeing a man approach.  Oh, man, Where did he come from? That’s it…I’m busted!  He greets us and makes some small talk…and then asks if we’re Catholic.  Oh, man, that seals it…I’m really busted!  Not Catholic AND taking pictures!  However, instead of getting lectured about dishonoring the memories on display in the shrine, we get a short sermon about the differences between the Bible in his hand and some of the practices of the Catholic Church.  My impression is that he hangs around the shrine waiting for people to visit then approaches to share with them that the truth lies in the Bible, not in rituals promoted by the church.  It takes courage but he feels like this is something he has to do. We chatted and before we left we exchanged names, his is Chuy (sounds like ‘Chewy’).  I took a picture of Chuy and Kim, then we headed for the bikes. He sat down on a bench outside the shrine.  A woman had arrived while we were chatting and patiently waited until we walked away before she approached the shrine.  I looked back to see her inside lighting a candle and saying a prayer…and when she walked out of the shrine, Chuy stood up to greet her. 
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    After lunch we continued on to Globe where we picked up State Road (SR) 77 to head back toward Tucson.  As we approached the Tom Mix Road (SR 79) heading for Florence, the sky had pockets of dark ominous looking clouds and the wind picked up, making the ride a bit chilly.  Oh, great, we’re gonna get rained on. I wonder if we can take Park Link Rd and beat the rain. We didn’t take Park Link…we continued on the Tom Mix Road, the clouds now being to our left as we headed toward Florence.  It was looking more and more like Tucson was going to be getting the rain and we were heading northwest-ish away from Tucson. The sky looked clearer up ahead and sure enough, by the time we reached Florence the sun was out.  However, when we turned at Coolidge, the dark clouds were ahead of us again in the direction of Picacho.  Agh!!  But, Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy!, we didn’t get rained on…in fact, despite the nasty looking clouds there were no signs anywhere that it had rained in Picacho today.  I guess I’ll find out for sure tomorrow when I talk to people.  Thankful to make it back dry. 😌
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No scorpion hunting tonight because the sky cleared up and Kim is at his telescope…and there’s no way I’m going out in the dark by myself looking for scorpions. 
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Bike miles today: 241



Sunday, March 25...Long Train Running

   Last night I played a couple of games of Scrabble before going to sleep. Won one and lost one.  I took a picture of a couple of words so I could look them up today. Word #1 is solidi which is the plural form of solidus…which has several very different meanings.  My favorite happens to be a punctuation mark (/) used to separate related items of information.  Word #2 is lahal which means gambling game of the indigenous peoples of the Pacific Northwest Coast.  Hmmmm…
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   There is an amazing amount of goods being transported by rail.  The train system is alive and well out in Arizona…especially near us.  They aren’t just daytime travelers either…many nights I fall asleep to the sound of a train rolling on through.  And the trains are long and frequent with lots of intermodals as cargo.  In Picacho, there are three tracks and the other day we watched as two trains got to a point in their journey where they had to stop to wait until a third train passed through.  So somewhere down the line the three tracks must merge down to two. And as I sit here thinking about it, I don’t even know for sure if they blow the whistle coming by us.  The sound of the train doesn’t bother me…just one of many background noises that I hear once in a while.  
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   Yesterday, Kim pointed out a curious sight: a semi UPS trailer riding the rails…up on a railcar right along with other intermodals.  Two UPS trailers in fact.  I found several forums that address the subject of transporting freight trailers by rail instead of by over the road trucks.  Didn’t find a definite answer but it could be due to fuel costs…shipping a UPS freight trailer by rail could be a fuel savings when shipping cross country.
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   We reached a high attendance in my limited experience in attending Picacho Baptist Church…41 people, including children.  It was a good sermon…I’m still processing the sermon and figuring how to apply what I heard to my life…but I do know it was what I needed to hear.  Funny how that happens.
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    Kim was able to do some imaging last night, so I suggested after church that we have lunch and then he go to the clubhouse to process his pictures instead of taking the ride we talked about yesterday. We could do that tomorrow.  I was good with going to the clubhouse with him to do some research on moving a saguaro.  I reserved the option to take a short ride later if the processing took longer than expected.  The day sort of evolved before that plan ever got put into play…
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    Instead of eating lunch and then going to the clubhouse, we drove into Eloy with me as the chauffeur and Kim as the passenger.  Not exactly my first time driving it but definitely the longest. After church and before lunch, I told Kim that I was going to make a quick trip into Eloy to get pop and cookies but that I was taking the truck because I wanted to check out a road on the other side of the railroad tracks.  Since I didn’t know if I’d encounter gravel I didn’t want to take Zeus.  He was game to come along so off we went.  The truck is bigger than anything I’ve driven before so Kim was able to give me some pointers along the way…for example how to maneuver ‘the Michigan left turn’ that is so popular on downstate Michigan highways.  The ‘piggy cookie’ grocery store doesn’t carry Diet Pepsi in bottles (only cans) so finding pop took some doing and along the way, Kim suggested eating at a little Eloy restaurant we saw the other day. Up to that point, we didn’t know that Eloy had any restaurants.
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   After lunch, we decided to do one more thing before heading back to camp.  It was the one totally touristy thing I had no intention of ever doing...the word ‘disdainful’ might not be very complimentary but it accurately describes my attitude toward ‘Rooster Cogburn’s Ostrich Ranch’ which is right down the road.  Come on…Rooster Cogburn?  Don’t they know that name was immortalized by John Wayne in the movie True Grit?  What does Rooster Cogburn have to do with ostriches? Come on, they’re just trading on the name!!  Well, it started yesterday with me just wanting to drive in to see what it was about…then today, at my urging, we found ourselves going in to experience it. The one who thought it was a ridiculous premise was suddenly the driving force behind the visit…and yes, the irony gave us a good chuckle.

   So we paid the entrance fee which netted us a big cup of pellets for feeding the goats, deer, donkeys, ostriches and ducks; a couple of tokens for bunny food; and nectar to feed the lorikeets.  The donkeys were very comical to watch and the ostriches were a bit intimidating but that might have been because they could stretch up and over the fence toward the feed cups.  Plus they just looked scary with their unruly eyebrows and slightly off kilter beaks.   We gave our bunny food tokens away and we skipped the ducks in favor of heading right for the lorikeets.  That was my favorite.  Colorful birds landing on my hand/arm to take the lid off the nectar and then drinking it up.  Interesting to watch their tongues slurp up the nectar.  Obviously all animals/birds are used to being fed and having people around. So today we found out what Rooster Cogburn’s Ostrich Ranch is all about…and our trailer has a 8” gray ostrich feather up on the wall and a sticker on the ceiling. 😊
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   We took our computers up to the clubhouse when we were back from the ostrich ranch expedition.  Kim did a quick job of processing the Whirlpool Galaxy, then suggested it was a good night for a movie. Casa Grande has the closest theater and after looking at our choices, we decided to go to the 6:15 showing of ‘I Can Only Imagine’.   It was a good movie…there were some gaps in the plot but nothing that affected the overall story.  And it was very moving to watch the final performance scene.  That song saw me through a rough time so I have a special fondness for it. 
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   I’ve been curious as to where the town of Picacho is located, if it even still exists. The campground, church and some houses are located on our side of the freeway. Oh, and a defunct pecan processing plant.  That doesn’t really warrant town status.  Today on our ride to check out the road across the train tracks we passed a grouping of abandoned looking houses, then rounded a curve and saw a school…the Picacho elementary school looking well maintained.  There are some other buildings that look to be in use also.  So I believe we found Picacho.  👍
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   We took a bicycle ride early in the day…we didn’t ride the bikes today, but have a ride planned for tomorrow. 
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Bicycle miles today: 4.1