April 6, 2015

The town of Superior is my first resupply and its a vague suggestion of a town. Close to a highway, it’s a place you might stop just to pee or fill up gas. 

The surrounding area is stunning! But mining is heavy here. Thankfully they can’t get at Picketpost Mountain. 

Picketpost Mountain

I wanted to get in and out quick but was curbed by a local- the toothless cowboy barfly. He knew about all sorts of things. I listened to him talk about mining, mining safety, mining protests, mining accidents, OSHA, the Apache Leap, brothels he’s been to, a swingers club he happened upon, trying to get a priest into a strip club, duct taping his baby’s diaper because it wouldn’t stay, Wyatt Earp…


Some of his topics made me feel uncomfortable. He was like this cactus-it wants to violate you.

In the evening I wound around Picketpost to a ridge where I set up camp. But my peace was intermittently broken by a mountain bike race; a race spanning the length of the Arizona Trail. One guy ran out of water 15 miles back so I gave him some of mine. He wobbled then fell to the ground and chugged a whole liter in 30 seconds. 

But I would need that water the next day…

5 thoughts on “Superior

  1. Hey.
    I wanted to say thank you for the water. I was the guy who you graciously offered the water to.
    That water made all the difference in the world for me. I went from being drained/delirious/dehydrated to being rejuvenated and re-energized. My kidneys thank you too.
    Sorry if I drank more than you anticipated or meant to offer (I just couldn’t stop myself)!
    I am glad to see that the Karma was able to come back your way quickly on that.


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