Rigatoni and a Waldorf salad

THATCHER, Ariz. — Ride a fully loaded touring bicycle nearly 80 miles and then shop and cook for 14 people? No problem. It’s part of the daily routine on a transcontinental bike ride with Adventure Cycling Association.
Our ride on Thursday took us from Globe, Ariz., to Thatcher, a distance of 79.38 miles, counting a few extra miles to a supermarket to shop for dinner and Friday morning’s breakfast.
I and another rider, Nita, were on cooking duty for the day. That meant that we were responsible for buying the groceries and preparing the evening meal for our traveling companions. We decided on a pesto pasta that I frequently make at home and a Waldorf salad.
It was easier than I thought it would be, as everything had to be prepared outdoors with two small camp stoves. But we had plenty of help with the chopping and dicing.
apachegold2We received compliments on the meal. But the best compliment was that nothing was left over.
Of course, everybody was famished after nearly 80 miles and probably would have been happy with boiled coyote.
Thursday’s ride passed through the 1.86-million-acre San Carlos Apache Reservation, which, of course, had a casino: Apache Gold.
About 23 miles into the ride, we stopped at a grocery store to replenish our water in the small town of Peridot, where shoppers — mostly Apache — seemed to take a keen interest in our journey from San Diego to Florida.
One offered advice on which towns further down the road had convenience stores, and another, a young Apache with a pigtailed daughter in his arms, cautioned: “Watch out for the drunk drivers on the res, man.”
“Even in the daytime?” one of our riders asked. “Even in the daytime, man,” he replied.

Terrain in the San Carlos Apache Reservation

Terrain in the San Carlos Apache Reservation

Thursday’s ride was long in terms of distance and had some moderate climbs. But we again were blessed with a brisk tailwind that allowed us to gobble up the miles on the long straight stretches.
The few towns we passed through were sleepy little burgs, such as Geronimo and Fort Thomas, which had a bar that offered karaoke on Friday nights. Too bad it was a Thursday. Karaoke in Fort Thomas, perhaps with the songs in Apache, might have proved interesting.
I amused myself during the ride by reading the messages on adopt-a-highway signs along U.S. 70. Most were commemorations of decesased loved ones, such as: “In loving memory of Grandma Mabel.” But one section of highway was adopted by the “Peyote Way Church of God.”
I was left wondering if the church was on a thoroughfare called Peyote Way or whether the hallucigenic cactus was the way to God.



Filed under Americana, Cycling across America, Journeys

6 responses to “Rigatoni and a Waldorf salad

  1. Ben

    I do miss your pesto pasta Dad. Did the other riders enjoy the lemon peels? Talk to you on Skype sometime. Love, Ben

    • Ben,
      Actually the lemons in the pasta sauce seemed to go over very well. Several people commented that they liked the lemons. I put two whole lemons in the sauce.
      Love, Dad

  2. Next time you should make meatballs with prunes in them. Good luck this week.

  3. Linda and Daniel

    Glad that the weather is starting to cooperate. We are enjoying your blog and hearing about your adventures. Dave (one of the other cyclists on your trip) let us know about your blog. Thanks for posting!

    • Linda and Daniel,
      Thanks for looking at the blog. We’ve been in some remote places the past few days and I haven’t been able to do any postings for lack of wi-fi or reliable cellphone service.

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