preRA: Fountain Hills #7
Leaving the full ‘practice pack’ in place, I sluggishly rolled out this morning and down Bush Highway. At the river bottom, a beautiful buck deer strolled out onto the highway in front of me. I stopped a good 200 yards away, but he saw me before I could arm my camera and sprung off into the desert. Nearly to Saguaro Lake, I passed another loaded down touring cyclist going the opposite direction and waved. Another cyclist soon came along too, so I again waved, and he called out, “Hey!” Pretty soon, he’d turned around and caught up with me, and
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