Day 73: My cold got worse. I wanted to lay in bed all day, but I needed to be in Las Vegas in a few days and the weather was cooperative on this one day, so I blasted down the highway. No stopping in Tombstone. I didn’t have the energy for it. A friend happened to be traveling in the Tucson area and was into the idea of sharing a nice hotel room.
The following day would be too windy to feel comfortable riding while under the weather. High winds out here lead to low visibility dust storms. I took some dayquil and we wandered around the dirt roads and high desert terrain of the region in Matt C’s four wheel drive truck.
My plan was to ride 310 miles to Kingman, AZ the next day, but the wind picked up and blew me damn near off the road 170 miles into the journey. Terrified, I pulled over at the next pull-off where there happened to be a post office. I had a few post cards I bought back near Tucson, so this was a fine time to write something with shaking hands and get them in the mail.
A cold front was moving in bringing rain and an intense chill. It made sense to cut the day short and find a place to rest for the night. I searched online and found the least terrible inexpensive hotel room 10 miles in the direction I was traveling. It took quite a few deep breaths to get there, but I did.
Once all of my gear was inside, I put on my rain pants and jacket and took a walk into town. Turns out I was in Wickenburg: an old gold mining town turned guest ranch community. It’s also the “Team roping capitol of the world” with 6 cattle roping arenas. According to the bartender at one of the local watering holes, there are rodeo events nearly every single day. I searched online for anything happening that evening, but didn’t come up with anything, so I just wandered around town.
I had to get to Las Vegas by 3pm the next day to park my motorcycle somewhere safe, ditch most of my luggage and get on a flight to San Francisco. I left early enough to swing by the Hoover Dam and snap a few pictures: