Scorching temps intermingled with lightning, thunder, heavy rain, possible flash floods. Be alert out there. That's how it went most of the day today, with plenty of nice riding miles in between.
But here's how it all began: Guilty breakfast at the hotel - eggs - sausage - yogurt - orange juice - room coffee. Umm
Leaving Winslow I headed in an easterly fashion on highway 40 towards Holbrook. The first thing that caught my eye occurred in the vicinity of Joseph City, a huge plume of what looked like smoke rising hundreds of feet into the sky.
|Nasty looking stuff going into the air we breath|
|Telephoto shot from the same spot|
|Walks like a duck, talks like a duck, must be a duck. Pollution? Oh no, it's a coal-fired power plant, that's all.|
|Smallish museum but great dioramas of long dead critters|
|Outside I encounter the stickery-prickly plant. I don't touch.|
|This would look nice in a Hard Rock Cafe|
|This be the man|
|See them rocks?|
Once I'd topped off my fossil-torture-tank I headed out to the parking lot only to find my fine British hand-crafted touring machine surrounded by cast iron loud & obnoxious fat boy bikes. The licence plates were all from Florida which is a long way from home for Harley riders.
|I say Reginald, aren't those overweight ponderous machines made here in the Colonies?|
There was one shop peddling crystals, some of which originated from petrified wood.
After leaving the enchanted forest I followed 180 south towards St Johns and eventually Alpine. On the way there were small towns or villages hardly big enough to be on a map but nice little places just the same. While riding through one of them I saw this really pretty herd of red bovines so I did the u-turn thing to go back for a pic.
I pulled into this little parking area thinking it was a local church or something and I needed somewhere I could change into my rain gear. Turned out it was nothing more than a glorified rest stop complete with facilities. Pretty snazzy.
I spent the rest of the afternoon getting rained on, sometimes pretty hard. At one point I entered an area posted with flash flood warnings. The water was coming down the road pretty fast and my open-faced helmet had begun to fog up to the point I couldn't see. For once I was glad I'd brought my Schuberth lid with me as it's got a Pin-lock visor shield that won't fog up no matter what. The rain was fierce while I changed into it but it was worth the effort just to see clearly. It continued to pour but I never encountered any flash floods. Got lucky on that one.
The rain came and went and after an hour without it I shucked the jacket as it was getting really hot. I kept the pants on and the jacket handy in case it started up again which it did but not as hard.
More view points cropped up along the way and I stopped for several of them just to take in the scenery, My last one was at Alpine just before crossing over into New Mexico. Right after that I stopped at the really tiny village of Luna where I gassed up at a single-pump station. I was pleasantly surprised to learn I'd made 60 mpg on that tank of gas, the best so far. It was probably due to the slow pace I'd been riding during the rain storms and the twisty roads in the national parks. The Bonnie has been doing really well for mileage and I'm wondering how much effect the Parabellum windscreen setup is having on it? The factory claimed it would help but I didn't expect that much.
|Hey I can do selfies too.|
|Last shot of the day, time to hang it up|