June 1st, Flagstaff, AZ - Tuba City, AZ
Day 8,
This was a memorable day of the trip. After a very difficult past two days coming from Wickenburg and Prescott Valley to summit some very high mountains, we had a much more restful day that was mainly flat. We were fortunate enough to sleep in a hotel the night before, thank you Mom and Dad, and were refreshed by sleeping in a bed instead of the ground.
The ride was pretty plain as and we saw nothing new that we had not already seen in Arizona. Fortunately, it was not miles of desert upon desert. However, the end of the trip turned out to be a memorable moment of our journey.
As we stopped at a gas station we were approached by two Navajo Indians. They seemed very nice and were extremely talkative. They told us they were hitch hiking from St. George, UT to New Mexico. They spent the night on a reservation the night before but had all of their belongings stolen. However, just as we were feeling sorry for them an Indian woman walked up. They began speaking in another language but the woman ignored them and asked us about our ride. She then told us the two men were her brothers and they had just walked down from their house. So I asked the men what she meant and they tried to tell me she was crazy and they never knew her. I felt the need to ask them more questions but they suddenly became disinterested in talking to us. We all got a pretty good laugh out of it as we went on to our camp site.
As we were eating the wonderful dinner my parents prepared for us we encountered a couple from Virginia that was traveling across the country in their RV. It turned out they were affected by Alzheimer’s and also played bluegrass music. We ended up becoming very good friends with Evans and Karen Cochran as we sang and played music with them. They even gave $100 dollars toward our cause and we left by exchanging emails and a friendly goodbye.
In His Adventure,
Chaz Vittitow
