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Thursday, June 14, 2018

Day 37 - Kingman to Peach Springs, AZ


Smoother sailing for me today as the temps dropped a smidge while I continued to gain some elevation. I’m up around 4800 feet in the Hualapai Indian Reservation town of Peach Springs this evening where it’ll be dropping to a pleasant overnight low of 65 degrees. Some bike touring magic transpired here that put me in a free camping spot with access to showers and a restroom all night. Entering the reservation a few miles before hitting town I started to see fencing on both sides of the road so my plan of roadside camping wasn’t looking promising. After stopping in the market and asking the cashier to no avail I wandered next door and spoke with a non-local that said he’d heard of folks camping, but I’d need to ask a local tribal member for a better answer. We chatted for a bit and he gave me the tribal police phone number which I called only getting the machine. I then saw that the hotel in town was also the center for Hualapai tourism and figured they must have some locals in there. The two women at the counter when I walked in were from Kingman, but they called their boss up from the back office who immediately began making calls and texts to see what she could find out for me. In the meantime, one of the Kingman ladies told me that she occasionally attended service at the church next door and figured the pastor wouldn’t mind me camping out back. After waiting for service to let out we walked over and she handed me a keycard to get into the hotel overnight before introducing me to the pastor here. He was a very kind man that not only quickly agreed to letting me stay, but went on to leave the church unlocked for me overnight so that I had access to it’s facilities! So now I have the hotel for ice and the church for a shower and a bathroom. The only downside is I’m about a football field away from an active train track. Thankfully I have some leftover ear plugs from the hostel I stayed in.

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