A short scoot down the highway brought me into Wickenburg, a pretty little hamlet about an hour out of Phoenix.
Typically I pass through this quiet little roadside town on my way south from Las Vegas/Kingman via the Hoover dam en-route to Glendale.
It was around four and the sun would set pretty soon at this time of year, slipping beyond the mountains west of town.
There are several choices for my ride back into Glendale proper. I could choose to stay on route 60, a four lane divided highway that most traffic used going south.
Then there was the Castle Hot Springs rd.
I hadn't been to this end in a couple of years but I knew the road surface could be rugged, there was a detour north, and it would be far more scenic but much slower as well.
In any case I had to leave the Taco Bell and ride. I had a few miles till I hit 74, and then still more before I had to make a decision on the Castle Hot Springs route.
Apart from many more houses built out there, the ride was familiar, after all I have done it several times since 1998.
The road narrows and undulates over mountain tops and canyons, requiring my attention, which by the end of a long day, may leave something to be desired.
I've never counted the corners, after all, what difference would it make, I just enjoy myself immensely being out here, just another creature of nature.
There is standing or trickling water in the deeper recesses, left overs from the rains and even snow from only days before.
I'm in my late fifties and still love riding out here!
My devil may care antics have been tempered by better judgement, but nevertheless, here I am once again on a road marked with warnings signs.
Whenever I am here, I feel peaceful, with a great pride of accomplishment following every ride.
Whatever it maybe, I crave this sitting atop a two wheeled stallion, riding places most only read about.
Mother earth and yes even our own ingenuity never cease to amaze me, maybe we will survive into the distant future yet...
Once again I am reminded of the cruelness of some. Protected as these simple content, gentle creatures are, not harming anyone, there are those that have no more brains that the typical ass, killing these animals for no reason at all.
I arrive home in the dark, my only light, the artificial man made creations powered by the force of water from the Hoover Dam, several hundred miles distant, that line 59th Avenue.