Immediately following a vigorous and wide ranging, yet succinct discussion with K, I jumped on the scooter and rode to Christopher Creek for brunch. The Creekside still offers the Mad Jack from the same menus as were extant lo those many years ago when we had a trailer there. The rain was cold, I'm talking very cold, but the mesquite smelled so good and the snow pack on the rim was beautiful. The new highway misses CCreek by about a mile, so the hamlet is again as quiet and unruffled as almost twenty years ago. Prolly even more so as there won't be any more Jake Braking through town from those big riggers who haven't yet mastered the intricacies of gravity.
Doubled back down through Payson and Rye, and turned east onto the 188. Rode through more rain past Roosevelt Lake - what was cold and unpleasant for me was rejuvenating for the lake - and down to Globe. What a gorgeous ride. If I could only find one thing I don't like about the 'Wing I could prolly talk myself into a new one, but it seems to run better by the mile.
Back to the Valley, where I finally warmed up coming down through Gonzalez pass. Made it home literally seconds before thunder and more rain.
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