The Night Before Departure

Leaving tomorrow. We decided to truck the bikes down to Arizona after all. It's just a little smarter that way.

The prospect of going down I5 which is a busy two-lane highway with slow trucks in one lane and speeding cars in the other trying to pass you on the right because going 90 is not fast enough tomorrow night until the wee and very cold hours of the morning just didn't sound very appealing after we actually thought about it. Well, we did have that back up plan in case it was raining, but now we are taking that route anyway.

I'm blaming Alex: She made us think. Good Bye, Oh Blissful Ignorance, gone in on fell swoop with the voice of reason from Germany.

I am a bit sad though, since it's a little like leaving out a part of the journey, being lazy, cutting it short, taking the easy route. I do kind of like the hard part too, maybe not when it's happening, but afterwards, talking about it, and remembering it from a cozy chair, the memory of the pain distant but the memory of adventure clear and distinct.

Anyway, alea iacta est, and we'll load el one-way trucke tomorrow at noon and blaze south in one hit, taking turns driving, until we arrive in Tucson, AZ, where some friends of friends will put us up. The next morning we'll pack up early, head to the border crossing in Douglas, stopping for a drink at Big Nose Kate's in Tombstone and for coffee in Bisbee, and be in Mexico by the afternoon for the taco de carne asada, and some margaritas.

After that I will be blogging from a palm pilot, and won't be able to post pictures. So imagine it: Three women en route to Mexico. 20 hours in a truck, lots of things to hash out. Then, once on the bikes, lots of silence in terms of no talking, just the noise of the bike and the wind and our own thoughts.

Hasta manana.

Jennifer