While frenziedly trying to get the journal up to date (more like frenziedly waiting for my old technology to cooperate) in Show Low, AZ, I struck up a conversation with some fellow wifi moochers and told them of my trip. On their way out, I asked the forever-asked question of the trip, “would you mind if I set up a tent in your front yard for the night?” And just like that, I’m set for the night.
They let me in for a shower, which was awesome. The second I walked in I was greeted by a thick aroma of a certain controversial plant. Turns out that they’re travel-happy hippies.
The next morning I was greeted by coffee, breakfast, and a much needed opportunity to wash clothes. After receiving lengthy trip advice, talks about mother nature, and a crystal that will ensure I’m safe during my trip, I took off to Payson to put a few miles behind me before sitting down to do my wordpress homework.
The ride between Show Low and Payson on 260 was nuts. I would have taken pictures if I hadn’t been so busy having fun and trying to not die. The road snakes along a mountainside for miles on end. A long, steep, downhill roller coaster of a ride. Though it surely wouldn’t be particularly intense for someone on a crotch rocket, taking those 35mph turns doing 75mph on a 1100cc cruiser loaded with stuff is certainly enough to get your blood flowing.