Crossing the gap

A couple good days of heat, head wind and excellent cycling have gotten me to Bisbee, AZ. Bisbee is a pretty sweet old copper mining town all stacked up on top of itself. Lots of historic, patchy, oak tree lined Lombard streets. Kinda like if a crackhead made cammels hump of a wedding cake. Complete with daily red light district and haunted house tours.
Just around the corner now from the old mexico border and bottom of the AZT. I'm gonna stock up on supplies, go thrash about and see if I can't be the first single speeder to thru-bike it to Utah. (If anyone knows anyone else who has let me know)