The tired old waitress wandered towards the back of the towns only rat hole diner. She commands the attention of the cooks by shouting , “how’s the dogs hamburger and eggs coming?” Jo is out front in his wagon waiting patiently for his viddles.
Glen and Mia live in Port Townsend, Washington. Like Jo and I, these two are also pedaling their way to Florida. We camped together last night at our Warm Showers host house. Now we’re eating scrambled eggs and bacon together. Stephen, the frenchie I met in Phoenix is here with us too.
Warm Showers is a site like Couch Surfer. It’s designed for the cyclist and the host, those wanting to connect; a free place to stay. Charles and Mari’s house is where we pedaled up to in the town of Superior. For ten years they have made room at their home for guys just like me, and dogs like Jo.
Yesterday, I took my time leaving the Phoenix suburb town of Apache Junction, stopping first to eat breakfast and blog, then an early afternoon break at a coffee shop. I had a few nice chats on the shaded patio, making new friends everywhere we go. Lucky me.
Back on the highway, Kent had randomly pulled his car over on the shoulder several hundred yards in front of me. The side of the road is a breeding ground for cactus and wildflowers…and snakes. Kent is on bird watching excursion. He shares how he’s suppose to be in Costa Rica but something about a volcano postponed his trip. Now he’s driving around the desert in a rental car, taking in the sites, taking pictures. I take one of him. He opens his wallet and hands me a ten, supporting my mission. Thanks Kent!
As we were saying goodbye, Stephen, the French man I met in Phoenix the day prior came sneaking up on us, pedaling into the same dreaded headwind I had been riding into. We joined forces climbing upward into the town of Superior. Around every corner lies another magnificent vista. America, the beautiful.
The days ride was just a sliver under forty (s)miles. And now I’m starving! There’s only two places to eat, three if you count the gas station, which I typically do. Stephan, Jo and I pass up the first and jump into the second. I order a philly cheesesteak. When my food is delivered to the table, it’s the size of a baby. I smile and stare at it for a brief second. Then I ate it all saving no scraps for Jo. Our meal was nothing less than Superior.
Afterwards, I made my way by headlamp to the warm shower that awaited me. I laid my sleeping bag on the ground under the big sky, feeling the cool desert breeze. As I drifted off to sleep I recalled all of the beauty that this day had exposed me to, and gave thanks. There is so much to be grateful for.
As you can see this Arizona territory is exceptionally beautiful, a mighty spiritual place. No wonder their state motto is: “God Enriches” (Ditat Deus)