What an experience, I remember following the progress of the original 8 people (Biospherians) and it was a thrill to visit the actual places where they lived for two years cut off from the outside world.
The facility itself is truly a wonder, designed to last a hundred years and built out of materials to answer to that requirement; it’s an amazing triumph of technology.
There’s so much history abounding in the place I won’t try to cover it in this dialog, instead I’ll post a few pictures and hope that sparks a bit of interest among you readers to investigate more on your own.
Over the years there have been several changes of administration from the original and it seems it hasn’t always been for the best. Now that the University of Arizona is in charge it looks like things may be headed in a more positive direction. In any case if you have the opportunity to visit this amazing place don’t pass it up, it’s unique and well worth seeing.
I figured the best way to prove I'd been there was to park Green Girl under the cover where he parks his Jag so I did,,,
After that I figured it was time to move along and soon found myself riding on 1-10 towards New Mexico. The cross winds were furious and it didn’t take me long to start looking for a reason to bail off. A sign announcing the Saguaro National Park was all it took and off I went in search of cactus land. I missed the turn-off and went a bit beyond before sensing something was wrong and turned back.
Returning to I-10 was not a pleasant experience and after only a few short miles I again bailed off and headed south on highway 83 which runs south through the Los Cienegas National Conservation Area. I was heading to another yet unknown place but the ride was slow and really nice so I didn’t much care, the ride after all is what it’s all about. The scenery along that route is wonderful and since there was minimal traffic I was able to ride at a very leisurely pace. I noticed the mileage is begining to pile up on Green Girl and that's a good thing, she'll be getting more comfortable as she goes along.
The small community of Sonoita soon loomed on the horizon and I pulled into the one and only gas stop where I filled up, then figuring it was prudent I bought a map of AZ. For some strange reason I’d left the AAA map of AZ at home and guessing where to go next was even too complicated for Garmin & Co.
My next plan was to ride east on highway 82 to Fairbank, then turn south again and ride to Tombstone where I hoped to find lodging for the night. All of that planning worked just fine up to a point but when I arrived in Tombstone there appeared to be a convention of outlaw bikers going on and I decided to do a stage-left post haste. To wit, there ain’t an easier way to rile an outlaw biker gang with than to show up on a Japanese built Kawasaki cruiser. My mama didn’t raise no dummy so I was outta there just as soon as I could affect a couple of U-turns. Hola!
After departing the general area I put what I felt was a reasonable amount of miles between me and the bad-ass people and eventually landed at the Day’s Inn Motel in Benson, AZ. I knew it would be a safe place as there was already a Suzuki parked in front so I pulled in and parked next to him.