My Trails

There were several trucks on the side of the road as I drove towards Flagstaff. I asume that most of them were in some stage of mechanical distress because many had their hoods up and they were stopped in places normally inappropriate. It is tough on a vehicle to climb several thousands of feet onto the Mogollon Rim and even tougher to do it in hundred degree heat while working air conditioners to the max.

A few miles from Flagstaff a big class A motorhome flew by me going at least 80. A while later I came to men putting up signs that there was an accident ahead. When I came to the wreck It looked like the motorhome had blown a front tire, slammed into the guardrail, slid across the road, and plowed up several feet of earth down on the median. High speed, hot weather, and old tires are a bad combo.
I found a forest road 5 miles north of Flagstaff off of highway 180. The road was filled with ruts but I was able to straddle all of them until I found a nice boondocking site within a mile of the main highway. I setup camp, unloaded my motorcycle, and set out to explored the area. I guess I was lucky because most good spots on the roads I checked were taken. I didn’t travel far because storm clouds were moving in fast. Just after I got back home, the sky opened up with buckets of rain and close lightning.

The temperature here is pretty good. I even had to pull another blanket over me in the night. I would like to move a little closer to the Grand Canyon – 70 miles from here – but I’m reluctant to find a new place until after this big weekend. If I can find a boondock that has good cell and places me a reasonable distance to outrun thunderstorms, I will stay and explore the Canyon next week.

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