I must apologize for a prior oversight from my last posting, I promised the massage therapist in Superior that I would mention her name and give her a great reference. Her name is Pam Sniderhan. She is wonderful, thorough, kind and has a studio in her home.
Also, I must note that Stanley was feeling under the weather over the past few days. He indicated he would likely come out of his self-imposed hiding and show his face tomorrow now that his blood-shot eyes are better, as we visit Besh Ba Gowah Archeological Park in Globe, AZ.
So I cheated last night and slept in a hotel: The Copper Mountain Hotel in Superior. I thought I would show you a sign inside...Who was the editor of this mess?
I made my way to the Triple C Cafe for some oatmeal, hibiscus juice and coffee with my new friends looking to create social change that work in the cafe. After saying my farewells to Jeff, Valerie, Amanda, and...oh geez, the girl that looks like my niece who moved from Alaska. Oh that's terrible! Sorry Sweet Pea!
So I slowly worked my way out of Superior and stared up a mountain that I needed to climb, but with non-jello legs after properly fueling my belly.
Just a short drive up the hill, was a mile marker that told me I'd be in Miami in no time. Yeah
On the east side of Superior
A unique grave marker made of bicycle handlebars just west of the Queen Creek Tunnel.
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| Looking west from whence I came. |
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| Queen Creek Tunnel (1952) |
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| Distant view of tunnel |
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| I noticed a gravemarker on the rock. |
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| This was the marker I found when I hopped out onto the rocky memorial. |
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| Hard to see, but there is a rock climber ascending a crevice. He's a white speck. |
It was right about here where I had an emotional discharge. Tears flowed as I wailed. One thought crossed my mind - my only son. As I changed gears, I heard the traditional clicking sound. I stopped due to my lack of breath and unclipped my shoes from their cleats and I heard the traditional clicking sound associated with the removal. To compound my crying, that was now nearly uncontrollable, I associated the clicking sounds with an oral "pop" my only son used to make that would annoy his sister. It hurt so badly to feel that emotion of my son's presence and not to have seen him in 6 months other than in a court of law where he was brought on multiple occasions.
Several times on the ride, the emotions would overcome me again. I miss him and his sister more than anything I have ever missed or lost.
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| Panoramic view |
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| Oh good, 4,000 feet |
I revived some happiness as reached to pinnacle of the climb and had 12 miles of downhill to come, based upon the signage. I stopped, read a book on cycling nutrition, dried my sweaty clothing, and recharged my solar charger. I put on my cool weather jacket for the descent.
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| I'm still mad at the Arizona Dept of Transportation for lying! I had to climb for at least a mile just 2 miles from this spot and it wasn't fun! Thanks for the false advertising. |
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| Yeah, 4,600 feet |
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| Windblown flora |
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| Really cool cactus. |
Yoga and shadow play at a spot where I grabbed a snack.
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| Red and navy blue items in the bush are sweaty shirts airing dry. |
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| Where are all the implants and Jaguars? |
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| Who knew it was the Copper Center of the World? Well in fact I found out from Jeff at Triple C that this is true. It is anticipated that through a land swap that is planned at the federal level, it will allow for mining of the largest copper reserve in the world. |
Love this hotel...the Tourist Hotel. No business people. Just tourists
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| Tourist Hotel - 1917 |
I made it!
Globe showed up very quickly after Miami. I headed into a Safeway grocery store at the edge of town, found some fruits, veggies, protein, and wireless internet access from the Safeway's cafe! So now at 1:28 AM local time, I sit outside Safeway, chilly and thinking, "Where to sleep?" Time to spin around town and find a hotel or campsite. Until tomorrow-ish. Peace
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