Globe - 26.87 miles






After continually putting off a trip to the bathroom for four hours, I made my way out of the frosty tent. My shorts that I'd rinsed in the shower were stiffened in the shape of the picnic bench. We waited for our tents to dry and for Jon to sense the morning's "disturbance in the force" and then rolled out around ten. Linda wouldn't let us pay for our campsite. We're supposed to save it for next time. The DQ was closed on the east end of town and probably had been for quite some time. No shake today. The frozen breakfast burritos were lacking. Superior really is nestled in a beautiful section of Arizona surrounded by stacked (pancakelike) rock formations. However, it is virtually a ghost town now only used as an old west movie set. "From mining to motion pictures" and "Where history lives" adorn posted signs for the passers by. Then we had our climb up to 4600 ft through windy roads and a tunnel spread over a shoulder less 11 miles. Then tunnel was just frightening. The noise from the semis didn't leave an empty space in your head. Halfway through the climb we stopped to eat at a turnoff for a campground. Some New Mexicans in a Jeep had the same idea and treated us to a can of Miller-lite. Then the shoulders improved and we eventually hit the top. We rolled down through the chilled air and stopped at Taco Bell. Jon seemed disappointed I hadn't warned him about it. I think they have Taco Bell in Australia. I used the phonebook to find the way to the warm showers and we rode/walked our bikes through hilly Globe to the excellent hospitality at the Hansen house. After dinner, Larry showed us the video of the family trip 9 years ago by bike from Globe to Canada. Susan seemed somewhat bewildered that I, especially as a woman, would want to do this trip alone.




34.2 max - 7.2 avg

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