This post could just as easily be titled “A Farewell to Wickenburg”, because it’s definitely getting toasty here, and higher altitudes beckon. So, today I hope to be packing up, hitching up, and reluctantly moving on.
I’ll miss this area not only for it’s beauty and equine orientation, but I’ll even miss that long climb from downtown up the four miles to camp. Kinda, anyway. Whatever day I’d bike on an errand to town, I’d see at least one cyclist on a road bike working their way uphill. They use this thing to keep in shape. Naturally, they weren’t inching up in low-low, teetering left and right as they wheezed along. They were making good time, and smoothly. Once a valve blows or something else brings your show to a close, it’s somehow comforting to see other people still carrying on and enjoying the physical challenge and feedback. Sounds weird, but there’s just something about pouring yourself into those pedals at a carefully-metered maximum in order to cover the most ground in the least time. That sensation of digging deep to go just a little faster this time without burning through your reserve. That performance sensation requires everything to be working at least decently, but I did note that my return times were inching downward trip by trip. The feeling is no longer there and can’t be, but it’s nice to maintain pace where breaks to recover once ruled.