First thing, we walked over the main building and got on-line to check our Email and post yesterday's blog. Back at the RV, Les and Jackie were ready to go so we rushed and got our gear on. The first stop was at the gas station about a mile down the road. I checked my jacket wallet pocket and the wallet wasn't there so I made a mad dash back to Silveridge. Looking in the RV, I couldn't find it either. Then I discovered it in the OTHER jacket pocket. I must be slipping. I rushed back to the gas station and filled up, admitting to all that I wasn't quite at the top of my game today.
The first part of the ride was a replay of the other day. We rode the sixty miles to Globe first across the flats and then through the sweeping turns as US 60 started up into the mountains. One stretch had hoodoos and a couple of needles that looked just like the geology found in the Black Hills.
Arriving in Globe, we opted to stop at McDonalds for a quick bite. We talked to a Nomad rider from Fort Wayne, Indiana who was staying in Mesa and opted to go out for a short morning jaunt. Then we continued on taking xxxx towards Show Low. We climbed gradually across fairly flat high country until we came to our objective, the Salt River Canyon. I had been trying to remember if we had ever been here before, but one look told me we hadn't. I wouldn't forget a place like this. In most canyons, you run along one wall. Here, the road wound down one wall to the bottom, crossed the Salt River, and then climbed back up the other side. Some of the curves are billed at 30 MPH but they weren't twisty as much as winding. It was very easy to get into a rhythm and just flow with the road.
When we reached the scenic overlook on the far side, we stopped and enjoyed the view. We talked to a couple from Oliver BC traveling in their truck. Their fifth wheel was back in the valley and they were on their way to see the Petrified Forest. We decided to turn here and head back to Globe. Les let me lead the way as we went all the way back down and then back up again.
In the photos, note both the scenery and the roads. I could ride back and forth here all day.
Lunch in Superior was at the Buckboard City Cafe. They also have what is billed as the world's smallest museum on the grounds, but it was closed. We all had chicken fried steak for lunch, deciding that supper would be a light one. Sorry for the angle of the following photo. I need a better eye or Photoshop.
Leaving Superior, we headed west on US 60 but exited on the highway south towards Tucson. The temperature, which had been 20C in the high country, was now up to 33C. We rode across flat terrain until we got to Florence, where we turned right on Hunt Road. My fuel light came on about then so we stopped at a mall that appeared to be the outer limits of the rapidly expanding residential area. After fueling, we noticed a big red truck emblazoned with the marks of the Budweiser Clydesdales. We went back to check it out and found one horse being displayed at the mall entrance.
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