Getting up after a really cold night, I ride downtown Springerville, Arizona. First real town I've been in while traveling across Arizona. Miss it. I shortly meet up with Morris and Georgianna, who have an animal farm, at the end of the street. They put up Hampton while I go back for the bus. In the next days we will have many a conversation, the kids will get in some great fishing and we will have good meals together. A Mormon town at one time, Springerville was a grazing valley for the Apache until the settlers took it away from them. Now I was not even able to find one Apache to talk to. The biggest saw mill operation in town stopped when the city decided to tax it heavily to build a stadium that seems out of sorts in such a small town.
Grasslands stay green year around. The weather is mild for August, a truly pleasant location.
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