What a time Falcon and I have had these past 2 weeks in Arizona. After team camp we headed into the Grand Canyon State for Ironman Arizona…making great time, but that was short-lived as the border patrol invested time into a full body cavity search, much to the chagrin of Falcon, before we hit Tempe. A truck wash was in need ASAP.  We arrived in Tempe just in time to meet up with a few friends and grab some dinner.  This was the start of my Mexican food fiesta.  Within the next 2 weeks, I would utilize the phrase “When in Rome” and indulge my Mexican food obsession for b-fast, lunch, and dinner.  It got so bad that I could count on one hand meals other than Mexican.  Now that I’m into Texas, a little Tex-Mex or a steak should help transition into more diverse eating habits, as well as a little Cajun when I head through Louisiana and then some seafood when I hit Florida.  I was very surprised…no solid mullet sightings in AZ and Laura T. keeps taunting me saying they’re all up in CO.  I’m sure I will see my fair share of them when I head through Louisiana and if I’m lucky I’ll see the Mississippi mudflap…but one can only dream.  My creepy James Bond camera will be ready and waiting for the mulletude.

Falcon & Kid