Following great visits to Deanna and Christian in Phoenix and then Colleen in Tucson, right now I’m bouncing between homes. I’ve crossed back into New Mexico headed east a ways. New Mexico is easily becoming one of my favorite states, with friendly people and sights and food, none of it to be missed. I rode and then had to hitch the final few miles into Las Cruces to the home of the Currys, who welcomed me in just as a storm came rolling into town. If anyone finds themselves in the area, Coas Bookstore is go-to destination. Headed next to Ruidoso to investigate word of a delicious little hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant, leaving the towering pecan trees here to return to the pines before crossing a reportedly empty stretch to Lawton, OK. After that, Texas bound. I’m ever so slowly finding my way south to Mexico.
Tag Archives: Arizona
Arrived in Phoenix.
In Phoenix for a week or so of rest. Drinking water, lots, iced, because Phoenix is hot, dry, and sunny. Acero is currently sitting on the apartment balcony getting a tire change. Losing the knobbies that got me out of Colorado’s snowy slush and mud, back to the slicker Mondials that took me everywhere prior to Manitou Springs. For anyone interested, the Mondials are 2″ wide, and were fine for the Divide. There were a few descents where knobbies would have been appreciated, but not necessary. It’s also time to check brake pads, and maybe replace my cracked mirror. Will talk about this and more in some posts coming soon, as well as about the ride from Colorado to New Mexico to Arizona. But here’s some of what rest life looks like.
Deanna, host, rocking the thumbs up.
Picking up many packages; some bike parts, some gear to swap on the bike, some fruit from home.
Making dough, for many things. Taking advantage of having a kitchen to use.
Christian flies in from Michigan to visit too.
Carbs. Gotta get in a pizza fix since (at least so far) my Arizona route hasn’t gone through Flagstaff, home of Pizzicletta.
Plus bagels, Haus Mitt heritage, putting to use some of the things Renny taught me. Food is essential to recovery, always.