Farley, Down by the River: Farley Heads for the Desert, Day 6: Bucket-List Item, Check

We didn't get a pic of Farley camping at Agua Fria last night before we went to sleep, with the intention of doing it in the morning. But at 4 a.m., in fairly heavy rain, we both had the same idea: We better move out of this area. I was worried we might get stuck in mud, Marc was worried about flash floods across the route out. So we moved to the gravel parking lot at the trailhead, just a block from the interstate, and tried to get a little sleep as the semis rolled on by. Funny shit Marc says: "The roar of commerce."

That morning we stopped at a rest area where there was an old-school VW bus parked next to a Westy. I told Marc to park by them, but he didn't want to, as we're both convinced that Farley is not as cool as those vans and we're not as cool as their drivers. I came out of the bathroom to find a 20-something girl near Farley. She said, "I love your Eurovan. We were checking it out. I swear weren't creeping." Turns out she drives the Westy and she and her tatted guy friend were on their way to go camping for the weekend. He really wants a Eurovan because they have more power and are more reliable. I guess it's all a matter of perspective which van you think is better! We were just happy the cool kids talked to us.

We headed into Scottsdale and went for a short, hot mid-day hike at the McDowell Sonoran Preserve, then on to meet my Aunt Karen and Uncle Dick at Arizona Bike Week. We got to see flat track dirt racing, stunt jumping, a big-ass Harley stunt show, and then Reverend Horton Heat and Social Distortion concerts. Marc can now tick that one off his bucket list.