Expect the unexpected

We rode about 32 miles to Williams, where we are staying in a very spacious house for three nights.  Except we won’t really be here the whole time.  We are packing overnight supplies and will stay in lodges at the South Rim of the Grand Canyon tomorrow.  And no, we are not biking there;  we will take the train up and back.

About four miles out of Flagstaff, we were riding up to get on Interstate 40 when we started going past a very long line of parked trucks, for perhaps two miles.  Eventually we were stopped by police, as a major clean up was going on, due to this truck accident, which had happened about three hours earlier.  Amazingly, no one was hurt.  After we waited about half an hour, we were allowed on the highway, with perhaps five minutes head start on the waiting traffic.

Clearly, this stretch of interstate has a lot of bike traffic, as this sign was at end of the entrance ramp.  Not that we needed reminding to stay safely tucked in on the shoulder behind the rumble strip.

A gas station and general store along the way was also the post office.  I haven’t seen mail boxes like this for a long time. The post master told us that these boxes were installed in 1940.

When we weren’t on the Interstate, we were on Route 66!

Looking back to the San Francisco mountains as we rode along Route 66.  

Almost there!