Isn't it beautiful?
Downhills. Miles and miles and miles of downhill. It was so beautiful. It also included some nice snow covered peaks with nice vistas.
I zoomed out of Flagstaff at a good clip and headed straight towards Cameron. Rumor was that the gas station in town had a patch of dirt sprinkled with grass to camp on. I couldn't pass up that opportunity and rolled North, worried about the ever-increasing speed of the wind. While the wind was currently coming out of the Southwest, rumor had it that it was going to shift and Arizona would be a major fire danger for the next week or so. I was in that region of the state. I only packed water proof clothes, not fire proof. The only thing I could do was continue on and keep my ear out on the local weather and fire reports.
At around 5pm, I rolled into camp. I checked into the "campsite" at the gas station's counter. From there I hustled over to my campsite and took note of the wind as I did. It was now coming out of the Northwest at speeds of over thirty miles per hour. I could hear it slamming into the buildings and trying to rip the flag off the flagpole. I knew my tent securing skills would be tested today.
Fortunately, there was a picnic table at the site. I carefully tipped it onto it's side with its bottom facing towards the source of the wind. I then sat behind the top of the table, in a little pocket that was protected from the wind. I quickly assembled my tent and tightly secured it to the ground. I crawled inside, arms loaded with food, and hunkered down for the evening. And in all honesty, it was comfy in the same way a log cabin with a roaring fire in the middle of winter is comfy. Despite the howling wind, I knew I was going to sleep soundly tonight.