- Posted by Jan
- On March 5, 2017
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I left for Globe, Arizona, at around 8am, and with strong winds at my back was headed towards Safford, Arizona. It wasn’t long before I was riding through the Apache Indian Reservation. As I came down a hill, a large crowd of people began to cheer for me. Both flattered and confused in the moment, I would later discover that I wasn’t the intended recipient of their praise. The crowd had assembled to cheer on the local high school basketball team as they left to compete for the Arizona State Title.
After crossing 75 miles of desert I arrived in Safford, Arizona. There I spent the night with a cycling host by the name of Jay Rosco. I slept quite comfortably on top of a chiropractor’s table in a snug corner of Jay`s Auto Body Shop. Jay, at age 81, is a passionate environmentalist and local history buff. As an environmentalist, Jay organizes community litter pickups and lobbies for local legislation, which repurposes green waste for compost instead of putting it in landfills. His love of the area is easily demonstrated by the wealth of knowledge he has for its history. He used to give tours of the backcountry in a dune buggy he outfitted to fit up to eight people.
On my way out of Safford this morning I was chased by two dogs. I will say, there is no greater motivation to pedal fast than a barking canine nipping at your heels. Before this trip I did prepare for such occasions by purchasing a canister of pepper spray. I believe it works on both dogs and humans, but most fortunately I haven’t had to use it on either.
So, with a healthy surge of adrenaline to start my day, the short forty miles to my next destination went by quickly. I arrived in the town of Duncan, Arizona, early that afternoon, and set up camp behind the home of another generous cycling host. I then ate one of the best calzones I’ve ever had and called it a night.
Last night, the temperatures dropped down to 21 degrees Fahrenheit. Even inside my sleeping bag, wearing every piece of warm clothing I had, it was freezing. Special thanks to the Thomson family, who let me borrow one of their sleeping bag liners for this trip. It would have been a rough night without it.
I officially crossed state lines into New Mexico today! After another 40 miles I spent the night at a campsite in Lordsburg, New Mexico.
After a long day of climbing, I reached the Continental Divide and witnessed some majestic mountaintop views. I will have to cross the Continental Divide two more times in the following days before I come back down to sea level.
I made it to Silver City today, where I stayed with Patricia Geels.
Took a rest day in Silver City, New Mexico.