Got back to the campground around 3:30 to
sunny skies and dried up mud puddles. And
the very real possibility that Kim would be able to image tonight. 👍
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So I-19 is quirky and holds a unique
position in the United States highway system…it should be designated as the Highway of Confusion.
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As we approached Tucson in the process of
heading back to camp, Kim asked if Stellar Astronomy was very far out of our
way. I knew this would happen…that Kim
wouldn’t be able to resist stopping at least once during our time here to see
Frank. It was maybe 6 miles off our
route so I had Rapunzel direct us in…Kim just wanted to stop and say Hi! He went in and I stayed in the truck to bask
in the warmth of the sun. I don’t know
how long he was in there but he came out with a new telescope accessory in his
hand…I knew that would happen, too. 😏
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Two bicyclists pulled into the tent area
early evening; we stopped to chat with them. They are Ronnie and Jim, a retired
couple from the state of Washington on a cross country bike trip. They had their bikes shipped down to San
Diego which was their starting point and their end goal is Florida. No support van…just the two of them having an
adventure. They have cycling maps and
their planned route will generally keep them away from the highway, although
apparently there are portions where they could ride the shoulder….they prefer
not to. It takes longer but the road
less traveled is safer. I totally agree with that sentiment. Although they rode 60 miles today, the plan is to get about 50 miles a
day; completion time is estimated to be about 8 weeks. They’ll ship the bikes
and hop a plane for home whenever the adventure is complete. This isn’t Jim’s first cross country ride…he
rode from Washington to Washington, D.C. several years ago and has taken many
other long distance rides. However, this is Ronnie’s first big trip…and her
last or so she says.
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We encountered a border patrol checkpoint
between Tubac and Green Valley today. I
don’t know who provided the traffic cones at the checkpoint but it was not
Bob’s Barricades…I checked.
Encountered more traffic cones/signs west
of Marana and these weren’t from Bob’s Barricades either. These had Trafficade imprinted on the side of
each cone. Ahhh…there’s a local
competitor for Bob’s Barricades. Did a google search and the website trafficade.com
popped up.
Founded
in 1990, Trafficade Service was the dream and vision of Jeff Johnson. As a
high-school senior, Jeff began his enterprise with a handful of homemade
barricades, the help of his father, and his father’s pick-up truck. His
parents’ garage and backyard was his starting facility. He printed flyers and
began calling on small excavating and paving contractors. With hard work,
determination, and dedication to a higher level of customer service, the
company began to grow by referrals alone for the next ten years.
Today,
Trafficade is one of the largest privately owned traffic safety companies in
the nation, owned by the Johnson family. With a staff of over 270 people, and
over 200 vehicles, most municipalities, utilities, and contractors rely on
Trafficade’s 24-hour prompt, dependable, and professional service. With growth
also came diversification, and today, our 4 divisions assist our customers
with their complete work zone needs, including traffic control, steel road
plates, pavement milling, asphalt sawing, trench shoring equipment, and asphalt
trench and repair paving. Our well-experienced customer service representatives
assist customers with coordinating the various services we offer, until we
truly become a partner in the work zone, saving our customers time and money.
I like this because it gave the history of
the company’s origins. The website for
Bob’s Barricades wasn’t very satisfying in that regard.
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I doubt I’m going to get my 10,000 steps
today…sitting a little over 7,500 right now and I’m not motivated enough to
walk around the camp in the dark. Today
walking took a backseat to visiting and driving. I did get a short walk in when we got back,
just not the usual 3 miles.
Monday when we rode to Coolidge, I realized
about ½ mile down the road I still had my Fitbit on. I knew I was taking a chance when I took it
off and stuffed it in my jacket pocket instead of bringing it back to
camp. It wasn’t on my wrist absorbing
the vibration of the bike so I was hopeful the step count wouldn’t artificially
inflate. I was very pleased to see that
my step count didn’t increase while riding…however it still counted the steps
that I earned walking into the store. I may have inadvertently discovered how
to have my cake and eat it, too or put another way…ride and count only the
actual steps taken.
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No bike miles today
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