A smiley face, sky-written on a perfect day, greeted us as we mounted Rascal to ride out of Yuma. Determined to crunch some miles, we headed for the highway. Route 8 catapulted us east as we ducked under Phoenix. We had now ridden full circle, but thousands of miles still lay ahead. A rest stop lunch couldn't compete with some of our other picnics, but it was warm, there were mountains in the background and the company was exceptional.
After successfully avoiding another major city, we headed north through copper country. Here, it's all about copper, or at least it once was. Abandoned mines were the backdrop for many Main Streets as we rode by broken storefronts, avoiding tumbleweed. Depressed by these ghost towns, we continued silently, our thoughts on an economy broken. But, as we rode into Globe, our spirits were lifted. Here, copper is still king, and businesses thrive. And this is where we gratefully ended or run across Arizona.
A day of high speed and little scenery may not be written as one of the most memorable on our trip. But I know for sure, I will never forget the utter joy I felt at being smiled on from above.
Good morning!
Are we still in Mexico?
Desert mountains
Rest stop lunch - not the NJ Turnpike!
Abandoned mine
Going, going, gone
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