4/6 – I Like The Grid
277 miles. The leftover Thai reminded me of the farewell lunch with Ambra. Also, the Goodland Travel Information Center is a most welcome rest stop with free camping. Forgot to mention 24-hour access to restrooms....
4/5 – Call it a Sunday
I feel accomplished....
4/4 – Rally of 3…AM.
It felt like a mini-rally, tearing around town with Jon and Ambra! Of course, it’s not a rally until someone’s bike breaks or won’t start, and you’re either freezing, wet, or both....
4/3 – Urbanity (again!)
187 miles. Beautiful ride along the river with Paul along Rt 50 to Colorado Springs, then I continued onward to Denver. Met up with Ambra, whom I met at Vegas High Rollers, and her friend Jon for art and wine – First Friday!...
4/2 – Salida-ing Around
Paul, the Versys rider I met at the hostel in Santa Fe, also made it to Salida! We were both a bit worn out, but took a quick ride up Spiral Drive for a view of the town....
4/1 – Unexpected Heights
225 miles. I’ve done some difficult things before…but riding over 200 miles leaned into a cross wind, dodging tumbleweed, and then having it turn into a headwind for the last 20 or so miles climbing Poncha Pass (surprise, 9,010 ft!)? The temperatures dropped suddenly to 10 C, hands hurting,...
3/31 – Lukewarm Springs
176 miles. Took the high road into Taos, and the low road back. There’s a dirt portion that drops you from the top of the canyon to the bottom, and then you follow the river – my favorite part. Also, it’s a good thing I got used to worse...
3/30 – All the Green Chiles
Toolin’ around Santa Fe with hostel friends, grillin’ and choppin’. I nearly fell over on the Vespa, because it doesn’t pick up the same at 7,199 feet above sea level....
3/29 – Surprise, Lava Fields?
235 miles. Pulling out of Zuni, and the home of Sheryl and Strallie, felt like leaving another world. There are some things in life that change you just by exposure. I picked up historic Route 66 again for a while, there’s an interesting stretch where suddenly the earth turns...
3/28 – Mudhead Life Lessons
111 miles. I was aiming for Santa Fe, but stopped in Zuni for a tamale. Sheryl was also picking up tamales, and invited me to stay at her home to watch traditional Zuni dancing that afternoon and night. It was one of those magical moments that could only happen...