Stuffing my mask in jacket pocket I left the Puget Sound area to escort a neighbor to his new location in Colorado and continue on to visit my sister in Scottsdale. Round trip it made for 4700 miles in high temperatures daily of 95-104. Both ways I hit the Lolo Pass route west from Missoula. Going out was best with clear skies; coming back the forest fire was close enough that deer were shooting across the road in thick smoke. Down in Colorado the high point, as always, was the Black Canyon of the Gunnison (CO92); coming back I did CO139 going North and that was fine too. Arizona was mostly a hot drag as usual, but the route both ways (Payson to Phoenix) was high speed so the suffering was mercifully short. I managed to let the bike fall over in a roadside stop, stupidly breaking the clutch lever. I cell-phoned 400 miles ahead and a new one was overnighted to Scottsdale, arriving just minutes before I did. Felt good to install that in 104 degree full sun! My sister referred to the day's temperature as a "cold snap." Only one close call with a deer (McClure Pass in CO). Also, there was the orange pickup truck that tried to flatten me in a crosswalk (with the crossing light) in Billings Montana. Either he was blind or didn't like my PitBull tee shirt. As for the mask, the only place taking this stuff seriously was the Navaho reservation.