My riding pal

This morning we stopped at "Ingredients," a cutie pie little cafe with all sorts of gee gaws and signs and goofy things all over the place. Almost all of us showed up at 7:30 in the morning. We'd already eaten a fine batch of oatmeal and lord knows we were NOT hungry. Ingredients is in Wenden, a full 4 miles from our overnight stop in Salome (pronounced Sa-LOME.) But we had a blast and took lots of pictures of each other posing and prancing around.

We're now in Wickenburg, Arizona. This, they say, is the Dude Ranch Capitol (of what?) There are two early Dude Ranches here so maybe they were the FIRST ones. There are also a bunch of J. Seward Johnson bronzes around town. Um, nothing to get too excited about, know what I mean? Um, not so good bronzes. Painted. Not very well. Um...skip 'em, know what I mean?

Tomorrow we roll up and then down into Phoenix. It continues to slay me that we can really do this. We've already ridden all the way across California and are now going to ride our bicycles into Phoenix. I'm told that a big group of ovarian cancer survivors is going to get up early on Saturday to wish me off. They may bring some tv news folks too. Tra la. All is fun.

Oh - sorry for not writing from Salome. We barely had electricity. But it was a cute place. Old style. Our guide warned us about it by saying, "This place is NOT rated by AAA." Forwarned, but no worries. With state crossings we get Margarita parties. That makes a sticky floor easily overlooked.

Cheers y'all.

Laurey