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the road to supai

Peach Springs is one of those names on the map that appeal to me, somehow evoking images of eternal summer evenings in a pretty bucolic town – all green fields and orchards. Darkness falls as I approach the town and I make a fairly dismal camp alongside the highway behind an embankment; mostly out of […]

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potluck in heaven

The sign in front of this architecturally distinguished church reads: 9AM BIBLE STUDY 10.15 HEAVEN POTLUCK AFTER

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route 66

Fully recuperated by a much needed day of rest at the Needles Inn, I set off again following the historical Route 66 north-east from Needles into Arizona, crossing the Black Mountains over the Sitgraves Pass. Route 66 clearly occupies a significant place in the US collective cultural imagination. Groups of stone-faced men, sometimes with an […]

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I emerge from the desert dirt roads onto pavement. After passing through the small settlement of Goffs, where I spent the morning chatting to a volunteer at the East Mojave Desert Museum, who kindly lets me download my photos there, I find myself on the Route 66, a highway which actually no longer exists, heading […]

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a few small misadventures in the mojave desert

By morning the constant stream of cars has been replaced by a constant stream of trucks. It is time to flee. Without having any idea what to expect I head towards the Mojave National Preserve – I haven’t had enough of the desert yet. The desert, as always contains surprises. I ride to Kelso where, […]

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I continue on corrugated gravel track across the desert. The road is being worked on as I ride and the surface is deep and loose. The men working in the graders stare at me, as if I might be a mirage, as I pass. I’m so glad I chose to struggle across the rough dirt […]

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saratoga springs

I am in search of another fresh water spring that Mike told me about.  A sandy track turns off my gravel road towards the hills and I struggle over it. Saratoga Spring sits in a small basin surrounded by a curve of bare hills, black, brown and gray – looking almost like slag heaps, mining […]

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death valley

The next day I wake and my mind is still full of yesterday’s encounter. The men are breaking camp in the distance and soon speed off in a huge cloud of dust. I cook breakfast and break camp more slowly and then get on my bike to cycle fifty miles over corrugated deep gravel road, […]

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in the shadow of the valley of death

When I return to the men’s camp site dinner is ready and people are scattered around eating and talking. The conversation drifts over a variety of topics, as it always does in large groups. One man is expounding volubly on the difficulties of negotiating life in prison. He is discussing the conflict that exists between […]

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city on the plain

The following morning I set off towards the end of the valley where sand dunes shimmer in the distance. I round a corner and find myself confronted with a veritable tent city near the base of the dunes, an American flag flying in the centre of a ring of tents. A lone figure is seated […]

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