More frickin desert: Quartzsite and Buckeye

Day 133

Our last gallop through Quartzsite

Another day in the desert. What used to be a novelty is starting to wear on us. One more 4 mile sprint with the unleashed black menace blazing trail. So far the old chap has done well with the unfamiliar surroundings. He hasn't brought home any cactus prickers in his ass or rattlesnake bites on his face. 
With our Quartzsite experience accomplished it's time to move on. There's nothing left here for us to see and there ain't much to do. So we round up our stuff and start packing away our things once more. Everything that isn't bolted down needs to be put away into it's spot. With Shirley hooked up we hit the road and haul ass across southern Arizona on our way into Phoenix. Arizona has been gripped in a heat wave and we want to get the miles in before it gets too hot. Unfortunately our timing didn't matter because the oppressive heat set in. It was early in the afternoon when we finally rolled into our spot for the night and the temp had hit a paltry 90°. Roo's fat ass broke a sweat and warmed up on the temp gauge, but never got to the point of worry.

Buckeye Hills Regional Park

Ten miles south of Buckeye, AZ yielded us with a place to boondock for the night. We ended up setting up just for the night and tried to look for a TV signal. Nothing. Crap. We decided to get the bikes out and go for a star lit ride through the desert. It was a really cool feeling to be wrapped in the darkness. I tried to get a picture, really I did. However that kind of dark shot is out of grasp for my Samsung S7. The best part of the night was laying down for bed and falling asleep, only to be awoken by the sound of singing coyotes in the hills.