Adventure 679: Catalina State Park/Post C

Back in the day when we did tours on our bikes, it took about four days to get used to the rigors of the road, the vagaries of the weather, and the solidness of the ground, After that, suddenly our bodies adjusted, or maybe it's just our minds giving in, but whatever it is, a palpable feeling of contentment comes over us. That happened today for us. The day started with chores. Though the weather in the day has been near perfect, the nights have dropped to 45. Still perfect, but cool enough to run the furnace much of the night. As a result, chore number one meant driving to the family owned APE propane store for a refill. We carry two seven gallon tanks on the trailer and one in reserve in the bed of Fric. When one empties, I rotate. It's worked pretty well as a system. After getting propane, we took a three mile walk on the canal trail very close to Nene. Coincidence? I think not. We bought three burritos: one for lunch and two for dinner/lunch next week. Of course, no chore list is complete without a stop at Trader Joe's. Three bags full. Lastly, we filled up Fric's tank with gas. We were eating our burrito under the awning by twelve-thirty. All those chores nearly wore us out! But we persevered.  Judy had enough gumption during our fatigue to make some therapy muffins, and I did a little work on my life story, the purpose of which is to leave some record of what I know of our heritage for whomever in my line is interested. Even if they're not, it's been fun digging through the closet of my memories. After a couple of hours, I did the form, practiced with the cane, and did a 5 minute standing meditation. Then Judy and I played with the arnis sticks for about ten minutes. A full day for sure. But wait, then we took an evening stroll on the Bridle Trail. The fading sunlight danced off the mountains, the saguaros, and the golden grass. A three-quarter moon perched the sky. Joy flooded our being. The only sound besides our chatter was the crunch of the sand under our shoes. Occasionally, we passed other people. We waved. They waved. Life is good, especially today.

This vine covers the low lying trees like Kudzu in the South. Very thick. It looks like cam-flange that the army would use to hide tanks. We've not seen it before and it's just in one part of the wash. Mystery.

Decor outside the Nene Taco Truck.

Art shot of the day.

Getting ready to do the form.

The Rillito River.

Evening light on the mountains. Simply stunning.

Very soon we'll ride on this trail. This morning we walked.

Saguaros bathing in the fading light.

Post walk massage session.

One last dose of stunning.

When we first came to Nene, it was a small taco truck in the corner. Now they have inside/outside seating. You still walk up to order, but now it's a taco truck building. Nonetheless, come here if you can.