I’m really digging the Arizona landscape. It’s spectacular.
I’m enamored with the saguaro cactus. They take on various funky shapes, sometimes looking like stick figures, a half-finished game of hangman, on occasion they’ll have an appendage that gives them a phallic look, or appearing like tridents waiting for their Poseidon, or as my friend Jess sees them, they look like they’re giving a giant f.u. to the world. Maybe they are.
Elliot grew up here. It’s like we’re biking in his backyard. I wonder if you can become desensitized to this awesomeness.
As we travel, we also see all manner of things on the side of the road. Most of it is trash, oftentimes discarded there with intent. It’s disappointing to see how much ends up on the side of the road. A note to the guys: Peeing in a bottle is just plain lazy. Putting a cap on it and throwing it out the window is disgusting. Shame on you.
Some of what ends up on the side of the road is by accident, for example, cooler tops. There are a lot of coolers out there missing their tops. There is also a regular supply of ropes, bungees, and tiedowns. The folks losing all these straps should get with the cooler owners.
A few other examples of stuff we have found include candy, loose change, a new bottle of sunscreen, frisbees, cell phones, the occasional weave, Christmas ornaments, a naked fairy doll, a camelback backpack, ream of bank checks, and porn.
Today I hit the jackpot of road prizes. Two, slightly obnoxious, new with tags, Harley-Davidson shirts, still in the store bag.
You could be the recipient of one of these awesome shirts. They will be given away as prizes to the folks who can most closely predict our next flat tires in our Flat Fund. Come on, you know you want one.
We’re stealth camping tonight in a closed recreation area off the highway. We’re running short on daylight and water. We found a river bed that actually has water running in it. We gave it a good boil and then made some pasta.