My best friend from college, Diego, decided to have his bachelor party in Phoenix, so I turned it into the most complicated journey of my life; over three weeks I took the Amtrak from DC to Flagstaff, followed Route 66 and the Grand Canyon Connector to Phoenix, hiked to the Supai Indian Reservation, partied in Phoenix, then rode through Sedona back to Flagstaff where I caught the train home
Having made it back to Flagstaff, I contemplate an early trip home or cranking out another 200 miles for a quick Grand Canyon visit.
Cycling from Sedona to Interstate-17 proves to be far more taxing, and dangerous, than I expected.
It finally arrived, the moment I had been waiting for: Diego’s bachelor party. After getting a good night’s rest, I was feeling fresh in spite of the 3,000 train miles, 200 bike miles, 500 car miles, 10 foot miles and 10 horseback miles I had put on over the past week. Our friends flew into Phoenix’ Sky Habor International Airport on Thursday, employing what seemed like the sole means of transportation that I hadn’t yet utilized on this trip.
Phase I was the train ride from DC to Flagstaff. Phase II was the 200-mile bike ride from Flagstaff to Phoenix. Phase III, beginning today, would be the journey back North with my buddy Juan to the emerald falls at the Havasupai Indian Reservation.
With the winds behind me and an all-downhill ride ahead of me I push hard, probably too hard, to make it to the Phoenix Metro area.
Not sure which was more intriguing while riding from Ash Fork to Prescott, the scenery or the people.
Riding in the clouds, unconscious people on the side of the highway and a beautiful white horse: Arizona is already proving to be full of surprises.
What could have been a four-hour flight, I chose to convert into a 53-hour train ride. Why not? For the first time since I was 14, I actually had the time. I hopped onto Amtrak's Capitol Limited and then Southwest Chief trains to get from DC to AZ.