We started the day in the kitchen at the rustic Westward Motel. Strong coffee, oatmeal and toasted bagels were the fare. After still another fall by Brian, skimmed knee, we took off down Route 60 with a very pleasant tail wind. Three and a half hours, and 55 miles later we were at our next motel in Wickenburg. The road was as straight and boring as anything I have ever been on. All I can say is, thank goodness the ride was fast.
Beth beat us to the motel today and she had scoped out some restaurants for lunch and dinner and a museum we had read about the night before. After lunch, the brothers visited the Desert Caballeros Western Museum for a couple of hours. Very informative exposition on ranching and mining life in Arizona in the 19th and early 20th century centered around Wickenburg. Then spent an hour or so mapping out our route for tomorrow to avoid as many city streets in Phoenix as we can. We think we have located 30 miles of bike paths to help us get to our destination in Tempe tomorrow night. Should be a ride of just under 70 miles, the first 30 or so Route 60′ then the bike path along the Arizona Canal and the last 10 or so on city streets in Tempe. It’s also supposed to warm up to 70 tomorrow, a nice changefrom the 50s today.
How many times has my dad fallen?
How many times has Brian fallen? A lot! It was very helpful when I had to find my way home though. Brian left me a little red mark at every intersection where I needed to turn.
Oh man. You’re making me feel guilty for getting him clipless pedals.