Things have taken a turn for the more interesting. Not that they were all that dull before. But now I don't feel like I'm hunching in the wind just plowing from town to town.
That said, I pulled my first 100+ mile day of this trip. I felt commited and for some reason I just pushed hard to reach the border before dark. So in the dusk of that long day at a unglorious spot in the brabed wire fence. I dipped my back wheel into Mexico and started north. When complete darkness mugged me I slept in the brush amongst a maze of imagrant trails and wild turkeys calling to each other in the night.
The border patrol swarmed worse than the flys. Hauling ass on the narrow dirt roads and leaving me to choke on clouds of dust. Though after Parker canyon lake I turned onto my first taste of Arizona single track! This section over the Canelo Pass is not recomended in the guide book, saying its to rocky and technical for bikes. Yes the first and last bit of the 14 mile section require a fair amount of Hike-a-bike but the middle 10 or so miles were fantastic flowing good times.
From Patagonia to Sonoita I stayed with the guide book, bypassing the Mount Wrightson wilderness section that is off limits to bikes.
The end of that day I camped at Kentucky camp. (A historic ranch restoration project thingy) Lee the amazingly nice caretaker lady set me off in the morning with a bag of homemade cookies!
Coffee was had under the glare of John Wayne in Vail and we (John and I) mashed the outskirts of Tucson.