Author: Paul Rito (Page 16 of 23)

Thursday October 27 2022. This morning, Paul took me to Boston Hill, a hiking/mountain bike trail park just a couple of blocks from their house. I rode Sue’s mountain bike as she’s currently off any bike healing a broken wrist. It was my first time on a full suspension MTB. Aside from a minor encounter with a pine tree that grabbed my handlebar and pitched me to the ground, and a bit of walking up because my lack of experience climbing step features hindered forward progress, I had a freaking blast. It’s not an easy endeavor and I was pretty tired after just 9 miles, but it was a good tired. I’ve avoided getting into the MTB world since an early crash and watching some friends get injured more than I wanted to deal with. Damn it was fun and now I get the attraction. Hmmm.

Wednesday October 26. Busting stuff in a good way. After a chill morning of coffee and breakfast, Paul & I headed back out to the terrace to break up some more concrete. It was a chore, but I was enjoying both swinging the sledge and hoisting the broken pieces up to the pile above us. I said to Paul, “This feels so good. To be doing something so physical that isn’t riding a bike. It’s actually refreshing.” Whacking rocks until they break is also very cathartic. Gets a lot of pent up whatever out, even if I didn’t have anything pent up after almost 3 months of being on the road having an amazing tour. Also, I was glad to help and feel that I was doing something that was useful and productive.

This morning we loaded the bikes in Paul’s van and drove to Pinos Altos where we parked and started riding an out-and-back to the Wild Horse Mesa. Lots of ups and downs, but a really scenic ride. We didn’t go anywhere as far as the Gila Cliff Dwellings, but there were lots of rock formations along this route that were similar geologically. On the way back we rode up to a “Point of Interest” — remnants of an Arrastra. Arrastras were used in gold mining (if you want to know more, I took pics of the marker cards).

Sunday October 23. In the morning, Paul and I kept on with the catching up and in the early afternoon rode to the Tranquilbuzz Coffee Shop to listen to folksinger Wally Lawder. Over coffee and a scone, I was listening as a backdrop to the visuals of the place. Very funky decor and layout & good coffee.

Paul was in and out that afternoon working on his terrace. I did laundry and rested, but the lure of the terrace destruction was too much and I went out to help Paul with some lift and toting. ‘cept we’re talking cinder blocks here and I had sandals on, and the rest of my clothing is not exactly work ready. After dodging a falling rock, we decided it was better if I found another way to help. I would get some jeans, and boots if possible, at one of the many thrift stores in the downtown area on Monday.

Saturday October 22, 2022. I was so focused on getting everything packed and out the door to the train station that I forgot to look at my phone to see if the train was on time. It wasn’t. I got to the station and learned that it was an hour late which stretched to almost two. Not unexpected and I still had plenty of time in El Paso to meet my Warm Showers host as planned. I took off into the city to find some coffee and snacks for the eventual 7 hour trip. There was a big group of students going somewhere and about 40 folks overall and the station was pretty small and noisy. Could’ve used some more benches outside. I settled down outside the station on the concrete against the stucco wall and worked on the blog and some financial stuff.

Friday October 21, 2022. My Warm Showers hosts Jim and Sonya suggested a ride to the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum where Sonya works. She’d be in the field that day with a group removing invasive plants. It was only a 15 mile trip out to the museum and I headed out into the warm Arizona morning with Papa Hobo sans panniers and three full water bottles.

It was a rather fitful sleep night on the train to Tucson. My seatmate was an older man, and while he didn’t snore he did breathe very very loudly. That and being confined to one seat made it a bit hard to sleep for me. I got the Tucson and dropped my bags off at the offices of my warm showers host, Jim, who works at The University of Arizona. Jim is a botanist who makes maps of vegetation, where and how it grows, in the hills of Arizona. He described some very remote field trips on his own out in the “bush,” Wow, did he have cool computing tools, including an at least 24″ drawing tablet. He gave me a quick overview of the area and available bike routes, and things to see and I headed out for a ride-along the Santa Cruz and Rillito rivers.

Wednesday, October 19, 2022. Had set my alarm for 7:00 a.m. and only snoozed once and started the almost daily rite of packing up. Got up and made coffee, checked some more Amtrak routes. John W in the meantime was starting pancakes, got a call he needed to take, and Jacob finished making the flapjacks.

I had a few and said some more goodbyes. John W had repaid my hosting him ten fold. I’m gonna miss South California and all the folks I met up and reconnected with in the 10 days I was here. And, of course, the sunny days and warm nights that did come back before I left.

October 18. Tuesday’s main focus was to get my broken rack secured somehow. Two trips the the local Ace Hardware got me a solution of Aluminum spacer inserted into the tube and glued with epoxy, with a screw clamp on the outside for good measure. The natural tension in the steel should serve to keep things in place and the clamp should hold off major shocks. Will see how well that works tomorrow.

Monday, October 17, 2022. I slept in until 8 today; a luxury I was afforded due to the comfortable room Leslie and Greg had provided and the fact that I was moving back to John W’s that morning just 5 miles away. That was both not to wear out my welcome and to spend some more time with and do a little riding with John.

It was nice to be able to leave the bulk of my panniers and stuff in one place for 5 days, but it was time to pack up. After coffee and breakfast of poached eggs & toast, I finished loading Papa Hobo, said my thanks and Auf Weidersehens to Greg and Leslie In German that means “until I see you again”. If I’ve learned anything on this part of the trip is Auf Weidersehens happen a lot. Also, Leslie had said she might join John W & I on part of our ride today.