For our last night on the road, we choose Kingman Arizona. It was close enough to Las Vegas for my traveling compadre to get her hired van back, and close enough for me to head north after just a short run on the dreaded I 40
Kingman also holds a special place in my heart as being the first place while riding a motor bike to be hit by a speeding tumble weed.
It was a very windy morning, that fateful morning, and as we were riding towards the
meetup hamburger stand, I spotted the weeds a long ways off in the desert.
Those weeds were heading to the highway
and it looked like they were on a collision course with me. It seemed
that if I slowed up the weeds slowed up. And if I sped up the weeds sped up. I
thought I had outsmarted them when all of a sudden, they careened over a high
cut bank of the highway and made a direct line to me and my riding compadre.
The impact was intense with weeds breaking up and flying all over the place. They were everywhere , but
they fared far worse than we did. Before
getting off the highway I could smell them burning where they had stuck on the
exhaust. I sold that machine years ago but I bet there are still tumble weeds
stuck it.
We had no tumble weed issues, just the regular kamper park
issues, that charge full price even though
the pool is having a chemical imbalance and is closed.
We had a nice last evening reminiscing about the trip and planning
the award ceremony to come.
Early in the morning I disconnected the van with a name
power cord and quietly left the park.
It was east bound on I 40. With a stop in Williams for food
and fuel. With my instruments calibrated it was more east bound back to the
city that could have been named Flagpole but wasn’t.
North bound on Arizona 89 with a run up to Page, and a night
at an overrated RV camp, that at least let me move to a level sight.
Lake Powell is the big attraction here, with lots of boating. I visited here on another trip, but it was worth taking a look at the Glen Canyon Dam.
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