"Be prepared to change your plans. It will be good for you."
I stare at the small strip of paper and let those words sink in. I'm at lunch with co-workers only hours away from starting a motorcycle journey. I wonder about the message in my fortune cookie and it's implications.
Once underway I head straight out of the furnace on the fastest route possible. I-17 Sucks.
I pass a photo radar van. The good news it that these are going the way of the Dodo Bird. Photo radar ends statewide in July!
We've had the most photo radar in the U.S. for the last year. Local Jurisdictions may still use photo radar, but the statewide program of fixed and mobile photo radar ENDS.
But the slab is the fastest way out of the desert and into the cool country.
I grab dinner in Flagstaff.
While the bike takes a break.
Then we head north on the 89.
My initial plans were to camp near Flagstaff, but I got on the road earlier than expected and have plenty of daylight left. There will not be camping available again until I cross the Navajo Nation and reach the Kiabab Plateau. It will be dark by then.
The clouds ahead become interesting...