Scoot, Bob and me shot out of Show Low, Az. around 7:15. The temperature at sun rise at 5AM was 25 degrees. It was very, very cold riding down the old Hashknife Pony Express Trail
Down the road we witnessed the destruction from yesterdays wind. Trees were broke in half and there was a camper trailer on it's side of the road and skid marks all over the highway. We met Edward, from Fla., and his cousin and they told me of their cousin and his wife being blown off their motorcycle yesterday. There, but for the grace of God, were me and Scoot.
It was very, very cold all day. I stopped in Payson, Az for coffee and wound up standing around in the sun in the parking lot, as it was warmer than inside, talking to Dan who is wandering solo, also. Except, he had no agenda at all. He had been laid off from his firemans job in Orgen and got on his bike to go for a ride. He talked about doing the blueridge parkway. We finished our coffees and parted ways.
I have gotten very tired of mountains. Scoot just does not have the umph above 6,000 feet. He does not like the cold any more than I do. We pressed on to Prescott, Az so we could cross that last 7,000 foot pass in the warmer, though still cold, weather. I have started calling Arizona the land of the dead people roads. Almost all the roads are "adopted" for dead people.
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Some pictures from the school of volunteers, construction, Jimmy with his students and one of school bus's with 4 legs.