January 27, 2020
In Benson: Cascabel Road
There were a few hiccups, but our plan to take the train to Benson came off successfully. I wasn’t so sure though last night, when I realized I didn’t remember where I’d put the train tickets. I was starting to feel panicked when I finally unearthed them.
This morning we packed up, left our suitcases behind and biked off in the pre-dawn for breakfast at Melvins Market, the cafe next to the Amtrak station. An hour later the train pulled in and we headed next door to prepare for boarding. We had plenty of time - this is the meal stop, and the train is in station for an hour.
The agent took our tickets, looked approvingly at our folded bicycles, and pointed to our car. No problem. With them folded up and secured with a strap so they’re easy to handle, they weren’t difficult to board the train with and just fit into the largest slot of the baggage space at the end of the car.
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An hour later we arrive in Benson, right on time. It’s the briefest of stops, the train only staying in the station long enough for passengers to exit and enter the train. We hustle, unloading our panniers and then our bikes one at a time while the boarding passengers wait for us to get out of the way.
Once we’re off, Rachael reaches for her glasses, realizes they are missing and dashes back onto the train. After searching around in a panic without success, fortunately another passenger spots them. A narrow escape from what would definitely count as an adversity!
I assemble the bikes and start preparing for us to ride off while Rachael walks over to a store to get sandwiches for lunch. Then, it’s my turn to panic. I can’t find the camera. I look everywhere, empty out both panniers, rummage the rucksack. Nowhere. I must have stuffed it in the seat pouch after unloading a few pictures, and then forgot it. I feel really sick, a bit like crying.
Then I find it. Everything’s fine, let’s ride!
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It’s only about eleven when leave the ‘station’, so we have time for a normal ride. The plan for the day is to ride north on Cascabel Road to the end of the pavement 22 miles away and then back to town again. Possibly we won’t make it to the the end though - Rachael still isn’t fully over her cold, and it’s quite windy in Benson. It’s a west wind so hopefully it won’t be too bad biking north/south, but we’ll see.
The first few miles of the road are through the outskirts of Benson and then through Pomerene, a tiny community (Wikipedia describes it as ‘a populated place’, which seems a bit dismissive). It’s open, a bit dusty, and Rachael steams through it. I keep getting held up by Pomerene’s interesting collection of attractive junk though, so I soon fall well behind. I won’t see her again for nearly two hours, after she’s turned the corner and headed back.
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Maybe you could strap it to the back of your bike?
Ron says it's the perfect house-warming gift.
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Beyond Pomerene, the ride just keeps improving the further we ride. It’s a low profile ride, but it does include a several hundred foot climb to a low divide over the ridge north of town, and then a long, gradual descent back to the basin on the other side. It’s ranch country, and here and there I bike past horses, sheep, goats, and exactly one cow, standing alone on the shoulder of the road.
The scenery is quietly dramatic, with the Rincon Mountains bordering the basin to the west. It’s very quiet, save for the sound of the wind and the rare passing car. There are very few birds about, maybe sheltering from the wind. Just the strong fliers: the ravens, a red tailed hawk, and once again what I think must have been a Cooper’s hawk perched in a tree just ahead. Like yesterday, I’m just about to take his photo when he flies off down the road. No other bikers were around to blame for flushing him out this time, so I blame Trump. Not too reasonable, but somehow it makes me feel better.
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Video sound track: Long Time Comin’, by John Hiatt
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Eventually I see Rachael coming back at me and we start looking for a spot for lunch. Not much to choose from, but we find a bare patch of ground beside the road opposite a signpost we can lean the mounts against and squat down in the dust, enjoying the serenity and the views.
When we pack up to head back to town, I start to put my helmet back on and discover that the plastic strap-holding apparatus has snapped through. It started cracking a few days ago, but I didn’t pay that much attention to it. I’m due for a new brain box anyway, so I’ve been planning to just start over when we get back home in two weeks.
It’s a goner now though, and unwearable. In one of my less environmentally conscious acts I hurl it off into the sage, well out of sight. Surely it will decompose in a few thousand years, right? On the ride back to town, I’m thinking through the options here. There’s a bike store in Sierra Vista where I could get a replacement, but we’re not due there for six days. I could just bike helmetless until then, or the day after tomorrow we could bike down to Sierra Vista on a day ride from Tombstone. Neither idea is appealing, really.
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We check into our motel at about four. Rachael sets to work, does some research, and discovers that Benson has a Walmart and amazingly enough it sells bike helmets. Perfect, if it works out. She sees that it has an apparently suitable one in stock, but if not I can probably get one with a Stegosaurus fringe instead. So, we have a plan. We’ll head over to Walmart on the way out of town tomorrow and hope for the best. If that doesn’t pan out we’ll think again when we get to Tombstone tomorrow night.
For dinner we walk about a kilometer to Mi Casa, a Mexican restaurant with the best reputation of Benson’s small collection of eateries. It’s a great choice. A tiny family-run place, the restaurant is packed when we arrive and there’s a line waiting. It’s an extremely efficient place though, and they have us seated in about ten minutes and serve our orders about fifteen minutes later. And it’s delicious.
We’re out by seven, walking back to our room, and it’s cold! The wind has picked up again, the sky is clear, and the temperature is dropping fast. I imagine most of the coming nights will be like this. Almost everywhere else on the itinerary is at a higher elevation than Benson.
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Ride stats today: 45 miles, 1,700’; for the tour: 1,386 miles, 68,900’
Today's ride: 45 miles (72 km)
Total: 1,386 miles (2,231 km)
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Did you really leave your old one out in the desert to be eaten by creatures who mistake it for a tasty ostrich egg?
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4 years ago
Keep safe
Tricia
4 years ago
NZ is on the table, actually. We’ve been talking about when the right year would be to come down again and see what 30 years has done to the place. We’re likely to either come there this year or to Australia, depending on the state of the world.
Thanks for the offer of using your place as a base. I’ve forgotten - what part of the country do you live in? And if our election goes badly this autumn, how would you feel about adopting us?
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We live in the country about a 40 minute drive from Auckland airport , where you would most likely arrive and a similar distance from Auckland city . If you are thinking of travelling in NZ a good time to avoid is from just before Xmas t about mid Jan as it is summer holidays and the place goes mad.
Tricia
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