Day 79 - Gila Bend to Taca
Today is going to be hot, at least that was my impression as I woke andbroke camp. In need of power and some supplies I opted to have coffee atMcDonald's on the west end of town. When I got there the long lines of greyhair people reminded me of Florida. I have learned that this is the land ofthe desert RV park. A phenomenon that I struggle with a bit because thereis not much to do out here, but if you are after peace and the drone of I-8,well this is your place.
Did you know that at one time the date trees of Morocco were threatened withdisease so they sent 11 offshoots to the United States for safe keeping. Itturned out that disease did in fact kill all of the date trees in Moroccothus making all modern day date trees defendants of those 11 off shoots. Iknow this because there is a town out in Arizona called Dateland and theygrow lots and lots if dates. Fir starving, broke cyclists they also have avery generous sample policy, which I grudgingly took advantage of.
Another solid day of 74 miles got me to the small town of Taca where I hadto buy water from a box stand where $.25 got me a gallon, so I boughttwo. Thank goodness for town parks and baseball diamonds because they savedme again, albeit at the expense of the two teens who were rejoicing in thespring time fashion of making out.
Ahh, you remember those days don't you, the ones where you were young andcould just sit and kiss for hours on end. Well this young couple toleratedmy presence as they went about there fun and I made my dinner all the whilereminiscing about love gone by.
My friend the big dipper was out early tonight as I blew up my sadthermarest and rolled out my sleeping bag for a night under the stars. I amexcited about reaching the coast but will miss these nights sleeping in theopen with a blanket of twinkling lights lulling me to sleep.
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