We Bike Again, Run for Liberty

We biked from Wickenburg to Salome, in a semi uneventful way. We saw this wagon, which the companion was excited about, but less as excited as he gets when he sees those “roadside attractions.” The road took us to a hill, but the companion didn’t complain. Then it leveled off, and he biked well. Although kind of slow.

I was concentrating on the smells of the area, while he was talking on the phone. Modern things really make this journey not be one of solitude or isolation. He talked with his parents; he talked with Katherine. It was talk talk talk.

Early that morning we saw our first bicyclist since Oklahoma. The guy was in shorts and had a back pack. Clearly doing something similar to us. I wanted the companion to get a photo, but he was awestruck.

While he was on the phone with his dad, the companion noticed a hitchhiker. The man was just standing in the middle of the high desert. The man asked for water, and the companion gave him some. I was kind of proud of the companion for just doing it without thought. He later confessed that in Biblical times the golden rule was the rule, and you helped like that because it could easily be you stuck without water in a desert

I was concentrating on the smells of the area, while he was talking on the phone. Modern things really make this journey not be one of solitude or isolation. He talked with his parents; he talked with Katherine. It was talk talk talk.

Early that morning we saw our first bicyclist since Oklahoma. The guy was in shorts and had a back pack. Clearly doing something similar to us. I wanted the companion to get a photo, but he was awestruck.

While he was on the phone with his dad, the companion noticed a hitchhiker. The man was just standing in the middle of the high desert. The man asked for water, and the companion gave him some. I was kind of proud of the companion for just doing it without thought. He later confessed that in Biblical times the golden rule was the rule, and you helped like that because it could easily be you stuck without water in a desert.

We moved on. Sunny skies, lovely views. The road is in a valley, flat but on both sides two mountain ranges.

As dusk was approaching, we saw two men ahead of us. One was on a bike, one was not. It turns out that these men are doing what we are doing: crossing the country from California to New York (I think it must be a longer distance than ours). Chris, on the left, bikes and films, Paul, on the right, runs. They cross 25 miles a day. They are calling their tour: Run for Liberty, and you can find them on Facebook under that name. They were not only fun to talk with, but they filmed us and talked to us about our journey, but they also drove us to Salome.


We had to pass one town before Salome called Wenden. Wended was flooded with the rains we had. So it was a good think the companion stayed put in Wickenburg.

Good Luck to Chris and Paul!