That Time I Rode My Way Into a Live Sex Show

Riding along in the scrubby desert of eastern California making my way to the Arizona border, the light was just beautiful. The sun cast a warm romantic glow over everything, the way it tends to do when traveling.

The winter sun was warm and the sunbleached landscape began to give way to deeper hues as I rode closer to the Colorado River. My plan was to cross the Parker Dam and then head towards Lake Havasu, Arizona for the night.

When traveling, my senses are on high alert. This is especially true after a few days of settling into the rhythm of being in motion and shedding the skin of “real life.” Everything that is new to my eyes becomes exciting – the trees, the rocks, signs, rivers, abandoned structures, just everything. It is all a feast for the eyes which I gluttonously devour.

After seeing the first few signs noting that wild burros might be on the roadway, I was super-excited by the idea of seeing them. You can’t imagine how delighted I was to finally spot a pair strolling on the side of the road.

As soon as they came into view I pulled over. Not much of a burro harasser, I gave them plenty of space and watched as they lazily sauntered along swishing their tails. They didn’t pay much attention to me as I sat wat…

Oh!

Well!

Um…

Right.

They didn’t pay any attention to me whatsoever and just went about doing wild burro things.

I chuckled to myself as I rode away. Wild burros, indeed.