Wednesday, March 6…As She’s Walking Away (Zac Brown Band)


Woke to sunshine, warm and wind.  Not a bad combination, really.
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   We walked together this morning, at the same pace which was rather slow compared to previous walks.  Took us about an hour 15 minutes to walk our 3 miles.  When we walk separately it’s been about an hour average for me and less than that for Kim.  Today we took the time to stop and to take a deeper look at things we’ve noticed over the past couple of days but only gave a glance to in our focus to get the walk over with…and then there was the wind factor.  It was against us on the way out.  It does make a difference.
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   We’ve been told that staying hydrated is important…no exertion or thirstiness required, just drink plenty of water!  The dry heat can be a stealthy opponent in the game of life out here.  In preparation to our plan of hiking Picacho Peak we each bought a fanny pack complete with water bottles.  It also has a zippered compartment which I’m sure was meant for snacks, maps, etc.  While we tried them on in the store and they seemed suitable for our needs…today we decided to test ‘em out for real.  I will admit to feeling a bit foolish wearing a fanny pack on our 3 miles walk but I’ve learned it’s important to do a test run.  It took time to find the right position that allowed for easy movement.  Full water bottles have some weight to them and the fanny pack kept wanting to droop, which made Kim feel like his pants were falling off and made my back a bit edgy.  Of course, we weren’t carrying snacks…Kim had his binoculars and I had my camera in our zippered compartments.  Like I said we were doing a test run and that’s the sort of stuff we’d normally carry.  Anyway, I think we each figured out what we have to do to make them comfortable.  A Camel Bak may have been easier to handle but they’re expensive and Jay’s only had one left.  There was another brand but it was even more expensive.  Still…maybe worth it. 😏
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   Convict road crews were out sprucing up Picacho Highway this morning.   They were whacking down the roadside weeds and maybe doing some mowing but only from the frontage road to about a ¼ mile past the campground.  I have to wonder why only such a small section of the road…seems like it’s not worth the hassle of bringing the extra guards and vehicles. 
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   The tree in our campsite is molting and it’s ‘feathers’ decorate our hair, become a weird garnish on our food and even an accessory to our clothing.  What’s blowing off the tree actually looks like small pieces of baby’s breath and I suppose wearing it is a rather small price to pay for being outside…especially considering what we’d be wearing if we were back home.  We’ve been hearing reports of snow and cold.  Anyway, this tree is the only shade around us so it’s where we sit to enjoy the warm air but avoid the sun…just have to put up with tree feathers in our hair. 😎
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    This morning I discovered that there’s a neighborhood to the north of the church on the corner.  I knew there were buildings near the church but they aren’t visible from the campground; there are tall privacy hedges around the perimeter of the camp. And out of sight out of mind sometimes…I didn’t investigate because I didn’t think of it.  Until this morning.  I went over in the direction of the church and noticed a street sign.  One curious thought lead to another and another and then there were houses on my left and vacant buildings on my right.  The hidden neighborhood!  Those vacant buildings are what I see when I’m on the frontage road.  At some point it seemed like continuing forward was about the same as retracing my steps so I continued forward which turned into a loop leading me back to the church and then just 600 little steps back to our trailer.  All this is to explain why my wrist was vibrating with the good news that I’d made my 10,000 steps before we got back to camp from our 3 mile walk (about 10:45 am).  Yeehaw!!  Bonus steps for the rest of the day!
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   Took off for a ride at about 1:30…headed over to IR 15 on the reservation.  Just a good road to ride…minimal traffic, beautiful scenery and the Gu-achi Trading Post is at the end of it.  We’d had a late breakfast and decided to indulge in some nacho chips smothered in cheese and chili at the trading post.  There’s a picnic table outside and we’ve used it many a time taking a riding break. 
   Last year we shared the picnic table with two Germans playing hooky from a nuclear waste conference…today we met two EMTs taking a break on a slow day.  They worked for Ajo Ambulance Services, a private company serving the town of Ajo and the surrounding area.  We talked to them for about 15 minutes and the topics ranged from work related topics to rattlesnakes and spiders.  In the course of talking about their coverage area, they inadvertently solved a 4 year mystery for me.  About 3 miles after we turn onto IR 15 there is a sign indicating the little town of Chuichu.  Every time we passed the sign I rolled that word around in my head and came up blank each time. Choo-Choo…that’s how they pronounced it…Choo-Choo.  Now neither of these guys was from the Tohono tribe but they spoke the name with authority so I’m going with it. 😎
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   According to what I’ve been told and been able to ascertain from online research the many roadside memorials on IR 15 through the Tohono O’odham Reservation indicate where a person has died suddenly.  These memorials are usually associated with a traffic accident death and it really isn’t an unusual practice…little white crosses along the highways can be found in many states.  But the memorials on the reservation go beyond little white crosses…these are ornate and usually well-tended.  By following several links online I found something written about the roadside memorials. Whether it’s from a book or an article I don’t know, but it fills some information gaps for me as I’ve been curious about these memorials.  These are just a couple of paragraphs from a very lengthy and hard to understand paper/book/article: 
Rest in place:
Understanding traumatic death along the roadsides of the Southwestern United States
by Rachael M. Byrd, University of Arizona

Descansos, or ‘resting places’, are often constructed and maintained by the family and the friends of the deceased. Maintaining such a place aids the family in coping with the grief and loss of a loved one, especially if those still living encounter the place of death on a day-to-day or frequent basis. Some key determinants involving the initial decision to construct a roadside shrine include the survivors living in close proximity to the location of traumatic death and age of the victim. Crosses, often painted white, are the most frequent material symbol found with the descansos observed. Referred to as cruces, they are a ubiquitous symbol associated with roadside memorials, and are easily recognizable as identifying an accident site to memorialize a victim.

Broadly speaking, roadside memorials are part of a collection of contemporary spontaneous mortuary rituals. They are used in the public domain, but are built by individuals with personal experiences and are considered a culturally determined ritualized form of expressing grief. Roadside memorials become a sacred place, and a place of ritualized pilgrimage evidenced by holiday and birthday decorations and general upkeep of the location for months or even years. Many people find personal comfort in knowing and visiting the memorialized site of death when they want to remember and continue to feel close to someone they have lost, regardless of whether that person’s physical remains are located there.
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   Near the town of Santa Rosa on the reservation there is an actual cemetery that is set back from the road and located at the base of a big hill.  There is a memorial close to the road near the driveway.  We have ridden past this spot many times.  In fact, last year I took a picture of the roadside memorial.  Today as we passed, I noticed it was different and on our way back I stopped to get another picture.  It now has a name attached to it with dates…this is a memorial to a 7 year old boy named Lalo Antone who died in 2014.  A Google search turned up an obituary listing family members and very little else. 
    I still have the pictures from last year’s trip on my computer so when we got back to camp I compared last year’s picture to this year’s.  The addition of Spiderman piques my curiosity.    


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At the push of a button on Zeus’ handgrip I can get a temperature reading. Today it indicated that it was 86o when we were cruising along IR 15.  Not bad…not bad at all. 😎  It was windy throughout the day and the sun went behind a cloud a time or two…great day for riding!!
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Today’s miles: 137
Total miles: 392

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