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.
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…