Posted by: Arin
A sketchy night finds us hidden behind a small hill, about 17 miles northwest of Needles, AZ. Dusk was falling, so we decided to hide under a train bridge off the side of the road. We made some mac-n-cheese and lounged around, started to set up camp. As we finished our food, a truck rolled past us on a dirt road near the bridge, then circled around, stopping for a moment near the entrance. Brad and I crouched to try to hide and the guy circled around once more, stopping just out of view of the entrance. We sat still for a moment, hiding near the back of the bridge; was he calling the cops? What was going to happen? Meanwhile the driver of the truck was still periodically flashing his lights into our little tunnel. We decided to make a run for it, so we packed up our stuff as quickly as possible and lugged our bikes out the backside of the bridge. Slogging along through inches of sand with 90 pound bikes, we made our way down a dirt road as quickly as possible to where we are now.
Other than that, today mostly consisted of riding. We were running pretty low on water as we rolled into Essex on Route 66, but there was a guy there outside his auto shop who has a line to well water and let us stock all the way up (water we're still drinking now). He was outside building a small boat for fishing out on Lake Mohave. If you ever find yourself bike touring through Essex, get some water from this guy and ask him about a Swiss guy who almost rode his bike around the world.
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