Overland Expo, part 2
Lost in suburbia. That is were I was after exiting the highway. I knew the back road to Tuscon was somewhere in this neighbor hood. But so many u-turns my exact location was no longer apparent. I knew at that point any chances arriving in Amado by nightfall to set up camp were impossible.
I pulled into a strip mall to try and get my bearing straight. I hoped off the bike and took off some gear and my helmet. when i looked up i realized i had parked in front of a fitness center and running in place athletes stared at me from their treadmills. made a couple of phone calls and came to the conclusion. On what was perfect day outside I stood there looking through the glass as the people ran at in place never making any headway. The one thing that put me at ease was they were on the other side of glass trapped and despite the way I felt at the moment I was not on the inside of those glass walls! The back road to Tuscon had to found and it had to found ASAP.
after a few phone calls I hoped back on the saddle and hit the road again. Looking for signs ahead and behind I saw the sign for 89 in my mirror. Across four lanes of traffic i pulled a you turn and headed south.
it was not after the initial tun onto 89 south that the road opened up to vast desert wildflowers and distant mountain. As the air cleared and Pandora found her pace the three month of school work and late night bike repairs disappeared from my ill logic. Finally after all this time I remembered why I was out here in this part of the country. Simply to let everything pass through ones thought just as the land passed through my sight. Experience I would never forget but never let rule my life.
