I climbed my way past some gorgeous homes perched on the mountainsides. Now we are about 50 miles from Phoenix out here in the Bradshaw mountains and some of these are likely million dollar homes (or at least were before the sub prime mortgage meltdown)
Arriving at a T intersection, the surroundings are vaguely familiar although the sign is not. The county must have recently put up new signage, this included.
The other sure giveaway to new signage is the distinct lack of bullet holes!
I've parked my bike on the side stand on the only level ground at the crossroads. Okay, so I am parked in the middle of the road, but had little choice.
Some day in my life, I can see one of these in my ummm, my life!
Two young deputies stop and exit the vehicle, one adjusting his hat, and walk my way.
I respond that I am fine and no, there is no problem...
We spend the next 15 minutes having an informative chat.
He is surprised I am a Canadian travelling out here by myself and upon my question about CK, begins to tell me his story...