Yup... north in the summer time... south in the winter... Keep it in the wind year round...
So... Arizona sounds purty damn fine for the winter... Don't it? I mean... got out of Montana... juuuuuuust 'fore the first big blow of the winter... and then only had to work a week at NASCAR in another generally futile effort to stay ahead of the machinations of the man to suck my meager wallet dry...
and then... Just ride...
Right?
Uh Huh... Buuuuut, ya'll diiiiiiiiiint tell me 'bout that weather fella and his Murphy like inclination to pee all over a fella's careful architecting of winter riding plans!
So... camped here on the Prescott National Forest just a part of a gallon or so below a place called Camp Verde...
Been here before. Not so shabby for a place where the Rent is ZERO...
The neighbors leave a lil' to be desired on occasion...
But again... with views like these... who can truly complain?
Who? Welllllll... how 'bout me?! Ya see... take a look at that last picture... that was taken... oh, about 27 hours ago. See that big dark cloud hangin' low? Well... that sucker opened up about 24 hours ago and hasn't truly let up since.
I just stepped outside to shut off the generator... since the solar power system doesn't produce well when it only receives the liquid sunshine variety... and damn near vanished in the Arizona hard pan... that ain't quite so hard anymore after a full night and a day of rain.
Yeah... this escapin' lifestyle ain't Always what the songwriters crack it up to be. ;)
Sometimes it's a whole lot of coffee sittin' in the cold with a lap blanket, trying to sort out the outline of a new western book I'm writing... cuz I'm too cheap to buy enough propane to keep the heater runnin' all the time.
Oh yeah, almost forgot... and then, just to keep your mind active... how about finding the remains of a partially detonated IED on your last walk out from camp... just before the deluge started???
Yup the poorly executed soda can version of an Ammonium Nitrate Bomb... talk about questionable neighbors...
Yeah I know... Quit my Bitchin'... Instead of being trapped for a couple days inside a worn out plastic box parked in the Arizona desert... I could be back standing in the aisle of an Ace Hardware dreamin' of sunny slopes and selling plumbing parts to overweight matrons with purple hair who want to make imaginative centerpieces out of 'em for their knitting club luncheon!
... and lookin' at a 15 degree ride to get home... ;)
Grab Your Handles and Ride
Brian
1 comment:
Your writing makes me smile. The tongue in cheek way you describe your predicament.
Hopefully the rain has stopped by now, the sun has returned, and you don't have any questionable neighbors.
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