Day 23- We met Rex at a rest stop....

About 45 minutes out of Tucson today, we stopped at a rest area, and noticed a group of high riders, men riding altered bicycles so that they ride way up in the air, pedaling along the Interstate. 

As luck would have it, one of their group, who identified himself as Rex (his road name) pulled in for rehydration, and we engaged in a lively conversation-  

This articulate young man is an ex Marine, who is literally out doing his thing-  He travels with all he has, and has plans, but they change.  He has cris-crossed the continent a time or two, and was on his way to a paying gig in Texas, where he will be working on bicycle design... 

An enjoyable encounter-