I have started migrating north. Right now I’m camped ten miles south of a little town called Ash Fork, AZ. The nights have been a little cold but the days have been perfect. I was the only one camped on this forest road until yesterday when a class A motorhome parked about a half-mile away.
I road Honda into Ash Fork two days ago. The town was created when the railroad established a siding in 1882, and later received a boost from the famous Route 66. After interstate 40 bypassed the town in the 70’s the town never recovered. The town still celebrates Route 66 with nostalgic old cars on buildings and establishments with themes from the 50’s era, but it will probably fade away in years to come.
I found a Family Dollar on the edge of town and bought a Gatorade for my return ride. On the way back to camp I checked out a couple other forest roads but found no good camping spots on them. I’m going to move on on Monday or Tuesday. It seems good to be traveling again.