My absence has been due to the work hours of the past few days. Spring training is winding to a close and we’ve had capacity crowds with the Cubs, Giants, and Brewers all bringing standing room only crowds. We leave the RV at eight in the morning and our return isn’t until seven o’ clcock that night. By the time we settle in and take care of daily tasks, I’ve just been too damn tired to post. I also didn’t want to bore you with the mundane tasks of the job. However, an opening in the schedule yesterday proved a welcome respite and an opportunity for a motorcycle road trip. Robin was toying with a sinus infection and opted to just rest and take a break from the idiosyncracies of yours truly. My initial destination was Wickenburg, a small rail town just forty miles west into the heart of the desert. Its a quaint little town that needs to be visited if you’re in the area but you don’t want to go out of your way for a visit. My ultimate quest led me five miles out of town to the Vulture Gold Mine. This is almost a town within itself as it provided for miner’s housing, a canteen, and even elementary schools. The government shut the operation down in 1942 after taking in at least $200 million. Apparently lore has it that the mother lode has yet to be touched. It’s not much of a tourist destination now but the ride out there was intoxicating and the photo ops just drew me in. It’s not a place that you go hundreds of miles out of the way to see but if in the area, its worth a visit. I returned back home by three and Robin was feeling better and wanted to try out her new golf shoes so we hit the links until the dusk got the better of our vision. We capped the evening off with a visit to the local Olive Garden. I’m always disappointed when the pasta sauce I pay for is not comparable to what I can whip up at home. Nevertheless, a glorious day.