My weekend jaunt

The first weekend in August I went camping. I wasn't exploring the forests or waterways of Minnesota, I went to Arizona to revisit my past. Every August for the past eight years or so there has been a cross country bicycle ride from Flagstaff to the Grand Canyon that raises money for Toys for Tots. Those that have riden or supported the ride know it lovingly as "Fat Tire". The Arizona Xterra Club supports the riders, they sit throughout the 60+ mile trail and help those in need. I decided to show up unannounced, surprise a few old friends, and enjoy the festivities.

And how, might you ask, was I able to do this? With the support of my wonderful wife. The ride coincided with her last weekend before starting the fall term, she had frequent flier miles, and was willing to watch kids for the weekend while I play. As I said, wonderful wife.

The departing flight was late, the rental agency did not have my vehicle, but it turned out to be a great weekend. I met up with a non-Xterra or camping friend, Mike, and dragged him along. I surprised some friends, drank some beer, enjoyed some campfire and got extremely dusty. This was fixed when I arrived back in Phoenix by a dip in Pam's pool. There was way more I wanted to do, especially visit some family and eat at Los Dos Molinos. But time was limited, sacrifices were made.

I also performed a solemn and sad task. Saturday morning I went to Grandview Point and scattered the ashes of Rocky and Natasha to the winds. I sipped a beer, offered up the contents to their spirit, and remembered their life.