The Red Ryder’s Fate
Originally posted 4/28/2013
Yesterday’s cross-country hike was pleasing, although I did spend a lot more time watching where I was going than I did taking in the scenery. Between the cacti and the rattlesnakes in this area, you have to watch just ahead, make some noise while you walk, and remind yourself to look up every now and then to take in the view. I’m getting the hang of it, I think. Suburbanite Gone Wild. I have no idea how far fellow camper Mike and I went, but I had to rest up a couple of times afterward, during the day.
Mike had come across a smaller rattlesnake crossing the road while riding his bike the other day. Fortunately, he’d left his dog at home in the van. Many dogs eventually learn not to engage absolutely everything they come across, but Mike’s is not yet known to be one of them. On this day’s walk through the bush, Mike was fervently hoping to come across a large rattler. I was fervently hoping not, and had my way.
Naturally, Mike was barely warmed up at our return to camp and hopped on his bike to go exploring to see where our dirt road went once it crossed over to the other side of Route 89. Got a flat tire and took quite a while to return. My bike’s front tire, the one that I replaced the tube once and then again with a self-sealing type, has a puncture too. So today’s action plan is to mooch a ride with Mike to go to Ace Hardware in Chino Valley, 15+ miles south, and spring yet again for a tube, plus a decent patch kit if they have one. I checked the rim and then the tire over carefully, feeling for anything like a cactus needle stub that could wear through the tube, but found nothing. Must be gremlins.