We were at the Ramblin' Roads RV park last night. The RV park makes up the whole town. It's a little community that comes together in October and breaks up again by April. Everyone was very wecoming; we joined them for a community breakfast this morning.

Shortly after hitting the road, Len (Glen?) Forkis (Farkis?) slowed down to chat with us as he passed. He's training for the Race Across America in June when he'll try to go from San Diego to Annapolis in as little as nine days!

Today is Michele's birthday. Her treat was a straight ride. In fact, out of about 55 of today's 60 miles, there was exactly one bend in the road. That was at Aguila. We celebrated the bend with lunch at the Coyote Flats Cafe. This cafe, like the Kofa Cafe at a remote intersection outside Hope, is a cosy old-fashioned place with remarkable warmth.

The travel today was unremarkable - a long slow steady climb most of the day with lots of cross-wind.

We arrived at Wickenburg around six. Henry Wickenburg's burro found gold here by aggravating Henry to throw a rock at the burro, said rock then breaking apart to reveal gold nuggets.

Jerry forgot to mention the courtyard motel from the 30 or 40s that has been converted to a home for goats. The smell caught my attention! The road oday had that sense of decay and loss. I have no idea what supported these communities in yesteryear...mines, cattle, agriculture. What remains is closed stores, gas stations, restaurants and many other boarded up buildings. Transition I guess.

We saw a cactus wren today! And a coyote.

At the laundromat in Aguila.

Roadside flowers.