Salton Sea + Flagstaff

We got to the hot springs at Slab City at about 3am, and took a dip before going to bed. I woke up the next morning alone next to all of my gear, and at first didn't see Larsen or the bike, and in my sleepy disoriented state, thought some foul play was involved. As soon as I got up, I realized that the bike was hidden behind a van a few feet away, and Larsen was chatting it up with a fellow rider next to the springs. I walked over and introduced myself. His name was Jinx, and his bike was a honda shadow, it looked way too nice compared to the rider. He said he was riding North.

On our way out, we stopped by the slabs and attempted to get some free coffee at the Oasis Club, but they were closed for the summer, bummer. So we rode to Niland and got a burrito and beer for breakfast, got some friendly local directions and headed North East. The route led us to some Lawrence of Arabia sand dunes, just east of the Contra Sea camp grounds, as well as an RV camp ground on a river near Havasu Lake where we stopped for a while to rest. The water was clear and cold, perfect for the 95 or so degree weather we were riding in with our full leathers on. There was hardly anyone there, but apparently it's a spring break hot spot for the local college students, we just got lucky.

After riding for a while, we stopped at an overpriced gas station about 75 miles out of Flagstaff and saw a gang of Harley's across the street, so of course we followed them. They took us onto the historic route 66, and they turned out to be a group of middle-aged tourists who were riding rented harley's and being followed by a support vehicle. Pretty cheesy, but with a group of 15 or so motorcyclists, we were all able to go 95 and not worry about getting busted.

The place we're staying at in Flagstaff, Arizona is called the "Big House". It was once used as a half-way house before the wardens decided the kids were fornicating too often in the upstairs bathroom, and had to move it to a larger, one story location. They have shows here regularly and a pirate radio station set up next to the laundry room. The house next door is practically identical in look and feel, but the folks at the Big House say they are a "different kind of people".

Everything here is walking distance, but since there is no helmet law here, and the weather is warm and inviting, we've been taking Bæfɵmɛt out on the town. Tonight we're going to a cross-dress karaoke night. The local kids seem to have taken a liking to us,  and we've been invited to stay longer to check out some house shows and the local watering hole, but tomorrow we will make our way towards Durango and see what more adventures await.

Love,
Weezy