I’ve been riding all day though the Mojave Desert though heat and sand, my sunglasses are permanently pitted from blowing sand, my face is on fire, I have not bathed in 4 days. Life is a wonderful fucking gift. I’m perched at a bar at the Grand Canyon North Rim Lodge, the bartender is surly and inattentive, one beer is all I can really stand. She hates her job and it shows. I can understand why. This place is a lot of Disney bullshit but it’s probably really good bank for a waiter or a bartender. The people that are around me smell of upper middleclass wealth, if not more. A packaged experience.  I have a thing about actual tourist spots. I figure there is so much country out there, I can skip “the sites” and see the land. The Grand Canyon is something I’ve wanted to see for years…