After days of roadside camping, we arrived in Flagstaff at the home of our great host, Joe and his great dog, Gordo. Food, hot showers, and killer mojitos were waiting for us-what a welcome! Flagstaff is a fun, funky city, with people to match, and just about everyone seems to know Joe. We took full advantage of the opportunity to relax, socialize, and run plenty of errands.
Joe joined us on ride out of Flagstaff to our next destination. . .which turned out to be closer than we expected. Outside of Winslow, I took an epic spill on my bike and ended up with a concussion and a fractured rib. Thanks a million, helmet! Joe and his awesome friends came to the rescue and helped us get rested up and fixed up for the next leg of the journey.
I'm all healed up and in riding condition now, the only things that hurt are belly laughs, sneezes, and mega-hugs!