Williams, AZ

Wow, y’all are spoiled by my continual cell coverage. I guess there’s
no such thing as wilderness anymore. ๐Ÿ˜‰

We decided to call it a night in Williams, 60 miles south of the Grand
Canyon, as we were getting a little punchy and neither of us wanted to
do 60 dark miles through back roads elk country.

I’m currently hanging out at Rod’s Steak House with a cup of pot roast
soup and a beer while Peter takes a shower back at the hotel room. I
got the motherly smile from the middle-aged waitress when I came in and
sat down alone — a look I’m used to on my trips and had frankly been
missing a little. Traveling with Peter has been a lot easier than I
feared (just because I’m an independant, curmudgeony, stubborn solo
rider at heart), but I have missed quiet meals to read maps and
brochures. Funny, when I am traveling solo, meals are when I
miss company the most. The tourer’s paradox.

The waitress just talked me into a slice of peanut butter cream pie.
Maybe I can’t be trusted in restaurants alone after all.

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3 Responses to Williams, AZ

  1. carolyn says:

    Hee, I see your trail photos and think “that would make an excellent dual sport ride!” ๐Ÿ˜‰ This is why I should never be allowed near nature.

  2. Kansas says:

    Damn, I am surfing the net and think, “hey, I wonder what Blue has been up to?” I come here and you are blogging like crazy about your riding adventures! w00t w00t! :p

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