Day 4,342 I think.

Well, before I get to day 17, I must tell you about my conclusion of day 16. I actually showered. I then went to a local cafe and bought some freshly squeezed orange juice. Not as good as Kofa Cafe, but better, by a long shot, than Minute Maid or Tropicana. I heard of the best place in Scottsdale to see the sunset. I mentally geared up myself and my camera for the grand vision.

I made my way there to find out from the hostess that since January when she arrived in Scottsdale that this was only the second time she has worked at the restaurant where there was not an amazing sunset - it was overcast and she was chilly. Ugh. I had a really yummy drink called a Russian Mule, but still didn't make up for a cloudy sunset.

In the mood for Thai food, I found a place that had quite an amazing curried vegetable dish with peanut sauce. I almost wept with joy. The spicy curry made my nose run and sparked some endorphin action! Hooray. I found my way with full belly to bed.

After some additional nagging by those attorney types, I was forced to research more nonsense for the extended dance mix party in the courthouse next week. As a result, my friends at United Airlines get to see me tomorrow when I make a journey eastward...not to worry, I'll be back on F.G. Superman soon and then complete my ride. I'm really excited to complete the journey and overcome the 8,000 ft + section of the Continental Divide in New Mexico.

While out today, faxing documents, hitting hardware stores for missing screws on racks, and a stop at the Scottsdale Public Library (absolutely gorgeous incidentally), I stopped at a pizza bistro (not a pizzeria, a pizza bistro - sounds pretentious). Awesome thin crust pizza. If in Scottsdale, go visit http://www.oreganos.com/index_main.html. I was surprised by the very friendly, almost party, atmosphere at 1:30 in the afternoon. Stanley enjoyed it as well.

Just down the block from Oreganos was the following sign that was strangely disturbing:

The next sign I expected to see immediately thereafter was Hugh Hefner's Day Care Center. But it wasn't to be.

At the library, I scored some more music for my iPod. Chris Cornell, Rancid, Moby and New Found Glory all joined the musical menagerie that is my auditory consumables.

Because tomorrow is a travel day, courtesy of United Airlines, I'm going to pack up F.G. Superman and leave him at my cousin's place for safe keeping. I'll be flying the friendly skies and go play in the Baltimore area for a few days before returning to Scottsdale to complete the journey I'll hopefully be able to impart to grandchildren, if not mine, then someone else's.