Soon it will be time for the spring race in Avondale. Heidi flew back to the store... I rolled back to work, where I've been before...
Buuuut... that's moving a ways away from the direction I have to go... Idk... somehow didn't take hold...
So in the end I just said another time... and moved back to the free boondock spot along the carefree highway east of Wickenburg.
I spent the first night out of Tucson parked along Highway 79. What we used to call the "back road" to Phoenix. There's a little monument of sorts there for a fella named Tom Mix. He ran his car off into a dry wash just a few hundred yards from there on a midnight run from Tucson to Phoenix that ended his movie career and his life.
I wonder how many hundred times I've passed this spot? Running to or from a rodeo... or a midnight bar hoppin' run of my own?
|*from Tom Mix Monument*|
Now I sit along the Carefree Highway... what a tease that is huh?
Life is a question and a wonder... just when you think you've got it figured... an unexpected turn will come along and you can't but ponder. I'm coming to the conclusion... slowly and timidly... that planning and fretting and dotting every i and crossing ever t ... is a mostly futile endeavor.
Just go out and fill the holes if you come to one. Turn when the road does... Take whatever side trails catch your imagination...run like hell after it when you see an opportunity and don't worry much about what you missed or too much about others "reviews"... because let's face it... there's too much in this world that if you lived to be two hundred you couldn't but scratch it...
... and if you live your life "by another's leave"... you soon end up not recognizing the critter that peers back at you in the mirror every morning.
So, here I be, another Arizona sunrise...
In about ten days I'll move on down to Phoenix International Raceway for another spring race week. After that it's working my way slowly back to the front range of colorado... pushing the spring...
To see what summer brings. I've loose ideas and plans... but loose they shall remain... cuz that Murphy's layin' about somewhere I'm sure.
The road continues... I see some pretty good turns... but that could just be mirage. Who the hell knows? Just cowboy up and ride the bronc.