We left at the first sight of the sun this morning (the butt crack of dawn as we say) to try and beat the wind and the predicted heat. We headed out in the country again, passing miles and miles of pecan groves. I always thought Georgia was known for its pecans but I guess New Mexico must be high on the pecan farming list. In the flat land, there was a lot of cotton and fields of alfalfa as well many vineyards. As it was early Sunday morning the wine tasting was closed which is probably a good thing as we had 66 miles to travel today The Organ Mountains were off to our left and we knew we were close to the border of Texas as well as the border of Mexico because of the huge fence along a highway later on in the day that went on for miles.
We crossed the border into Texas late morning and were disappointed that there was no huge sign marking that crossing. Perhaps we were on the back roads that didn't warrant such signage but figured out we were in El Paso so therefore must have crossed the state boundary.The rest of the day was spent getting through El Paso with the last 8 miles on the Cesar Chavez highway which is a divided highway. I am glad it was a Sunday with light traffic as some of the crossings at the exits and on ramps were a bit tricky. Five of us went through in one bunch and I was in the lead pointing out the bolts, glass, nails, wires that lay on the shoulder of road we were traveling. It takes a lot of concentration when traffic is zooming about you so we tried to get through that section as quickly as possible.
The last mile three miles after the highway seemed to take forever as it was slightly uphill and getting very warm again. It was suppose to reach 80 degrees and it sure felt like it. Today I feel very tired, probably due to the challenging two days before. We also tried to press on today at a slightly higher speed than we have been going to beat the wind that has recently picked up and to get in a little earlier. Yesterday I made it in at 6pm, today we made it in by 2pm. I didn't stop for lunch, but ate my peanut butter and jelly sandwich and trail mix on the way.
Love,
Robin
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
How many flat tires can one get?
OK, the day started off just fine. We awoke to the smell of breakfast cooking in the lodge. There was oatmeal, yogurt, fruit, orange juice, potatoes, eggs,and homemade bread. We chowed down as we had an 88 mile ride ahead of us to get from Kingston to Las Cruces, New Mexico.
We continued our descent down the mountain for quite a way and then started with a few shorter climbs about 10 miles out. Then the area flattened and we were to go straight for the rest of the 88 miles.Just as we were coming down for a stop at mile 26, there was a beautiful lake in front of us. It was so unexpected after traveling down out of the mountain past desert scrub. After my break, I headed out behind Susan and Liz. One of my water bottles dropped out of its holder so I turned around to get it. As I was catching up to my buddies, POW! my rear tired blew out AGAIN! Too late to tell my friends that I was pulled over. Two other women came by and as I was changing it found a very small sliver of glass in my tire that may have caused the inner tube to flatten, but there was also a large rip. When we were pumping a new tube up and just about ready to flip the bike right side up, KAPOW again! Now I had no tubes, and there wasn't anything else they could do,so I told them to go on and I would call the SAG for support and either get a new tube or put the bike on top and get a ride in. Ann, happened to be SAG driver again, and she got a new tube in that seemed to work. By now, I was way behind everybody,but I wanted to ride if my tire was OK. I tried to hurry to the town of Hatch, known for its chili peppers, where people were stopping for lunch, but of course, there was a headwind that made the journey more challenging. I did manage to get to lunch just as a few were leaving. Knowing I still had 30 plus miles, I knew I needed to take a rest, have a little something to eat, to make the rest of the journey safely.
It was hot and windy most of the way. I pedaled past many farms that grew pecans, or cotton, or onions, or chili peppers. I crossed the Rio Grande, but we have rivers in our area that are much wider than this looked. My SAG driver saw me a few times and offered me a ride, but I felt good and wanted to go the rest of the way even though it took me until about 6 pm to make it into the hotel parking lot. At dinner, everyone cheered for me for making the journey mostly solo after two flats, and still having a good attitude. What can you do? Complaining and getting upset doesn't help at all... My goal tonight is to hydrate and get to sleep by 9:30 pm in order to get up for 5:30 am.It is supposed to be very warm tomorrow and we want to get a fairly early start.
BTW, Michelle filed down some sharp edges on the rims, added new tape to the rim, inserted a new tube and put on a new tire on the back of my biek. Hopefully, I should be all set now! Let's hope so!
Hugs,
Robin
We continued our descent down the mountain for quite a way and then started with a few shorter climbs about 10 miles out. Then the area flattened and we were to go straight for the rest of the 88 miles.Just as we were coming down for a stop at mile 26, there was a beautiful lake in front of us. It was so unexpected after traveling down out of the mountain past desert scrub. After my break, I headed out behind Susan and Liz. One of my water bottles dropped out of its holder so I turned around to get it. As I was catching up to my buddies, POW! my rear tired blew out AGAIN! Too late to tell my friends that I was pulled over. Two other women came by and as I was changing it found a very small sliver of glass in my tire that may have caused the inner tube to flatten, but there was also a large rip. When we were pumping a new tube up and just about ready to flip the bike right side up, KAPOW again! Now I had no tubes, and there wasn't anything else they could do,so I told them to go on and I would call the SAG for support and either get a new tube or put the bike on top and get a ride in. Ann, happened to be SAG driver again, and she got a new tube in that seemed to work. By now, I was way behind everybody,but I wanted to ride if my tire was OK. I tried to hurry to the town of Hatch, known for its chili peppers, where people were stopping for lunch, but of course, there was a headwind that made the journey more challenging. I did manage to get to lunch just as a few were leaving. Knowing I still had 30 plus miles, I knew I needed to take a rest, have a little something to eat, to make the rest of the journey safely.
It was hot and windy most of the way. I pedaled past many farms that grew pecans, or cotton, or onions, or chili peppers. I crossed the Rio Grande, but we have rivers in our area that are much wider than this looked. My SAG driver saw me a few times and offered me a ride, but I felt good and wanted to go the rest of the way even though it took me until about 6 pm to make it into the hotel parking lot. At dinner, everyone cheered for me for making the journey mostly solo after two flats, and still having a good attitude. What can you do? Complaining and getting upset doesn't help at all... My goal tonight is to hydrate and get to sleep by 9:30 pm in order to get up for 5:30 am.It is supposed to be very warm tomorrow and we want to get a fairly early start.
BTW, Michelle filed down some sharp edges on the rims, added new tape to the rim, inserted a new tube and put on a new tire on the back of my biek. Hopefully, I should be all set now! Let's hope so!
Hugs,
Robin
High in the Sky
Today we biked from Silver City to Kingston, New Mexico. We biked a grade that just kept going up past a huge open copper mining pit out of Silver City, past a rock formation called the Kneeling Nun ,and kept traveling upwards for the first 20 miles. The terrain really changed and we were back in the pine forests in the Gila National Forest that we were in yesterday but way on the other side of the 3 million acres. We climbed up quite high and had lovely views of the valley and roads that we had just traversed. For the first time of the trip, I didn't want a downhill because that meant we had to go up again even higher to get to Emory Pass at elevation 8,828 feet. After the downhill, the climb REALLY began!!! Most of the grade was between 6-10% and a few spots were up to 13%. Because of the high altitude, I stopped QUITE FREQUENTLY to catch my breath. I didn't feel dizzy or lightheaded but was really sucking air on some of the steeper climbs.
The SAG driver drove by and told us that we were about one mile from the highest point. Well, we kept on and MADE IT! I cannot tell you how excited I was to reach this pass. It is the highest elevation of our whole trip. People at the top asked us how someone in our group got the bikes up here and she told them that we rode up. They couldn't believe it. I can hardly either. I feel proud and empowered. Looking down at where we had climbed was an amazing feeling. If I reach and attain an 8,828 foot elevation challenge, what other accomplishments lie ahead? Can you believe that we made an overall elevation change of 5,000 feet( if you include the four feet we had to walk up the steps into the lodge!)
I put my leg warmers and wind jacket back on for the downhill descent. It was about five miles or so until we reached the turnoff Black Range Lodge. We've taken over the whole place. There are all sort of cubbies and rooms all tucked away. There are massive stone walls and ponderosa pine beamed ceiling built from the ruins of the old casino and saloon from the 1880's. Back then, Kingston, the town we're in, had the largest population due to the silver mining.
There is no cell phone connection here and I am unable to get on the internet on this day so will post this tomorrow.
After that long climb I crawled into bed at 7:30.
I feel absolutely terrific because of meeting the challenge of this day!
Love,
Robin
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Gila Cliff Dwellers
On our day off at Silver Springs, New Mexico, three of us rented a car and drove north two hours on the Trail of the Mountain Spirits on a scenic road through the Gila National Forest. The Ponderssa pine forests, junipers and the towering rock formations reminded me of the Colorado. There is a "spirit of place" throughout this area in the solitude and in just thinking of those people who have passed this way generations ago. We saw a total of five mule deer cross our path and quietly stare back at us before heading off to the cliffs to see the seven caves carved out high up a rocky cliff face. We climbed a trail that looped upward for about a 1/2 mile. It was cool and crisp in the wooded area below. We were under dressed in our Teva sandals, shorts and thin shirts but as we traveled upward, the sun shone on our backs and warmed us up on that southwestern slope.
It was amazing to see what remains of the caves, the walls that were built and the little rooms that may have been a ceremonial area for many Native Americans. We could see what looked like a smokehouse for meats, and possibly drying skins, several holes in the rock to hold pots, and sooty, blackened walls and ceilings where fires must have burned for years and years. Supposedly the cliff dwellers grew corn, squash, and beans atop the mountain tops. There is some evidence that they collected the rain water and had some sort of irrigation system as well. Some evidence indicates that a generation of natives may have lived here at one time during a severe drought, but other indications are that this was a sacred place and many used it for ceremonial purposes.
After hiking up, and in the caves, we hiked back down and headed toward Gila hot springs for a little soak in the natural heated pools. It was kind of a funky little place, with three rounded pools of various temperatures with wooden sticks and driftwood built nearby for a little shade.
Later in the evening we went to town for dinner at a very interesting restaurant that had a wonderful selection and varieties of cuisine. You could order in three different sizes so most of us chose three of the tapas, or small variety in order to sample a greater amount of dishes. Food was great but the service was so slow, it got to be unbearable, especially knowing that we have the hardest climb tomorrow to the highest altitude. Anyways, it's late and I need to get to sleep for the big one tomorrow!
Overall, it was a great day to try something a little different such as driving a car, and walking about. The best part is the peaceful feeling from experiencing such a beautiful and unique area of New Mexico. May the serenity and spirit of place extend outward to all of you....
Love,
Robin
It was amazing to see what remains of the caves, the walls that were built and the little rooms that may have been a ceremonial area for many Native Americans. We could see what looked like a smokehouse for meats, and possibly drying skins, several holes in the rock to hold pots, and sooty, blackened walls and ceilings where fires must have burned for years and years. Supposedly the cliff dwellers grew corn, squash, and beans atop the mountain tops. There is some evidence that they collected the rain water and had some sort of irrigation system as well. Some evidence indicates that a generation of natives may have lived here at one time during a severe drought, but other indications are that this was a sacred place and many used it for ceremonial purposes.
After hiking up, and in the caves, we hiked back down and headed toward Gila hot springs for a little soak in the natural heated pools. It was kind of a funky little place, with three rounded pools of various temperatures with wooden sticks and driftwood built nearby for a little shade.
Later in the evening we went to town for dinner at a very interesting restaurant that had a wonderful selection and varieties of cuisine. You could order in three different sizes so most of us chose three of the tapas, or small variety in order to sample a greater amount of dishes. Food was great but the service was so slow, it got to be unbearable, especially knowing that we have the hardest climb tomorrow to the highest altitude. Anyways, it's late and I need to get to sleep for the big one tomorrow!
Overall, it was a great day to try something a little different such as driving a car, and walking about. The best part is the peaceful feeling from experiencing such a beautiful and unique area of New Mexico. May the serenity and spirit of place extend outward to all of you....
Love,
Robin
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Continental Diivide, Here we Come!
Our day started out with a gradual but steady climb. A headwind added to the challenge. At first we could go about 10 mph. I suggested we form a pace line to help conserve energy for a few miles as we slogged slowly upward and onward. The slope got higher and we spent a good portion of the next 10 miles at about 7 mph pace. The terrain was dry grass that was golden. It reminded me of California after a dry summer. We did start to see some taller trees. The road became steeper. I thought it would take forever to reach our first SAG stop 14 miles out. We finally did and continued to climb up steeper at between 4-6 mph for a long time until we finally reached the continental divide at 6,355 feet. The feeling that I had at that spot was overwhelming. It was one of the challenges that I was concerned about and felt like I had just accomplished a major goal. In addition , this was our eighth day of riding too and fatigue was wearing on everyone, even those elite riders in the group.
One would think that the rest of the trip on this day would be downhill, at last that's what I thought but NO! We had some ups and downs, and many steps, where it would flatten, climb, coast down a bit and climb some more. We did have one very long stretch 4-5 miles that was a great downhill and probably got our speed up to over 30mph. In the whole day we climbed a total of 3,700 feet in elevation and went 46.6 miles.
The first thing I did when I got into town was to hit the bike shop and purchase a new helmet, another pair of bike shorts, a pair of gloves, and some gel shots for some energy boosts. By the way, I did feel OK on my ride today after my fall yesterday. I was being very careful and was ready to catch a ride if I felt peculiar in any way.
We reached our hotel by about 3:30, cleaned our bikes, did our laundry, picked up the rental car and had dinner at 6:00. The cook made Spanish rice, Mexican dish with turkey, beans, corn, and polenta, cooked in a dutch oven with charcoal. We also had watermelon, salad with balsamic vinegar, and chocolates for dessert. I celebrated the beginning of our lay over day with a beer. Tomorrow we're off to see the Gila Cliff Dwellings a few hours north of Silver City, New Mexico. It should be a nice change of pace to WALK around for a change. Possibly we''ll eat out at a fancy restaurant too!
Love,
Robin
One would think that the rest of the trip on this day would be downhill, at last that's what I thought but NO! We had some ups and downs, and many steps, where it would flatten, climb, coast down a bit and climb some more. We did have one very long stretch 4-5 miles that was a great downhill and probably got our speed up to over 30mph. In the whole day we climbed a total of 3,700 feet in elevation and went 46.6 miles.
The first thing I did when I got into town was to hit the bike shop and purchase a new helmet, another pair of bike shorts, a pair of gloves, and some gel shots for some energy boosts. By the way, I did feel OK on my ride today after my fall yesterday. I was being very careful and was ready to catch a ride if I felt peculiar in any way.
We reached our hotel by about 3:30, cleaned our bikes, did our laundry, picked up the rental car and had dinner at 6:00. The cook made Spanish rice, Mexican dish with turkey, beans, corn, and polenta, cooked in a dutch oven with charcoal. We also had watermelon, salad with balsamic vinegar, and chocolates for dessert. I celebrated the beginning of our lay over day with a beer. Tomorrow we're off to see the Gila Cliff Dwellings a few hours north of Silver City, New Mexico. It should be a nice change of pace to WALK around for a change. Possibly we''ll eat out at a fancy restaurant too!
Love,
Robin
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Down and Out in Duncan!
Hi all,
OK, we were ALL really tired after yesterday's journey. I decided, with my pajamas on by 7:00 pm, that depending how I felt in the morning, I would ride for a while and probably hop a ride on the SAG for the afternoon to get in early for a change and relax. No sense pushing those achy knees and sore muscles too much. We still have two more days before our rest day.
We planned an early start, and after an english muffin, juice, and a boiled egg, packed our trail mix and were ready to hit the road by 7:05 as the day was predicted to be warm, in the 80's. Susan had picked a thorn out of her tire the night before, but when she went to pump up her tire in the morning there was a slow leak, so she changed it in the parking lot before we left.
One of the images of the morning that I remember the most as we cycled out of Safford was the symmetrical rich chocolate brown moist furrows that had just been plowed . In sharp contrast, the very very asymmetrical ruddy colored mountain of Mt Graham topped with snow at 10,ooo feet loomed in the background. As we traveled a few miles, there was very little wildlife, no bird songs or butterflies flitting about as before. The terrain was drier with tufts of dried green or golden grasses that reminded me of the Troll doll I had as a kid . (I cut the hair off to even it out, thinking it would grow back!)Oops!
After about 25 miles or so, some of us were drooping a bit so Susan thought we could flag down the SAG driver as she went by and get a boost up to the next stop at at town called Duncan where they had a cafe. I felt like we were playing hookie, but it was a nice change for 15 miles or so to be in a car and looking at the landscape. There were more golden hues, plants were short and scrubby. Once in a while you would see a cow or two and mountains all around.
At our fuel stop, I had cottage cheese and rye toast and was ready to roll. A few hundred yards out, I came across a railroad crossing, caught my tire in a groove and went down. My helmet hit the pavement and I have a few little scrapes on my elbow and leg but overall am fine. My brand new helmet has a crack in it, but better the helmet than my head! After a while, I did get up and pedal some more to get to the border of New Mexico about 7 miles away. Yeah, two states crossed and several more to go! I decided to call the SAG for a ride but there was no cell reception in that area, so I meandered along for another 12 miles or so before we made contact. Even though I felt OK, I was very emotional, and thought I'd better take it easy for the rest of the day.
Carol picked me up and we went back to see the other riders behind me to see if they needed water or help. Liz, who I thought was right behind me, ended up having a flat, changed it, pumped it up, took of the pump and the valve stem came with it causing another flat. By this time she was ready to be picked up and joined me. We went further to fine Marilyn, and she had also fallen in the same tracks I did, and was taken to a clinic for evaluation. She had more bruises and bangs than I did.
By the time we made it to the hotel, it was already fairly late in the afternoon and most of the other riders had made it in.
Things you might hear on the road:
1. My bike shorts are beginning to irritate me!
2. I've gotta have a Bag Balm stop.
3. I hope that shiny stuff in the road is mica and not glass.
4. Do you see the crest in sight?
5. Does anybody have any 50 sunscreen?
6. What day is this?
7. How many days in a row have we been riding?
Everything is fine, really.
HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!
Love,
Robin
OK, we were ALL really tired after yesterday's journey. I decided, with my pajamas on by 7:00 pm, that depending how I felt in the morning, I would ride for a while and probably hop a ride on the SAG for the afternoon to get in early for a change and relax. No sense pushing those achy knees and sore muscles too much. We still have two more days before our rest day.
We planned an early start, and after an english muffin, juice, and a boiled egg, packed our trail mix and were ready to hit the road by 7:05 as the day was predicted to be warm, in the 80's. Susan had picked a thorn out of her tire the night before, but when she went to pump up her tire in the morning there was a slow leak, so she changed it in the parking lot before we left.
One of the images of the morning that I remember the most as we cycled out of Safford was the symmetrical rich chocolate brown moist furrows that had just been plowed . In sharp contrast, the very very asymmetrical ruddy colored mountain of Mt Graham topped with snow at 10,ooo feet loomed in the background. As we traveled a few miles, there was very little wildlife, no bird songs or butterflies flitting about as before. The terrain was drier with tufts of dried green or golden grasses that reminded me of the Troll doll I had as a kid . (I cut the hair off to even it out, thinking it would grow back!)Oops!
After about 25 miles or so, some of us were drooping a bit so Susan thought we could flag down the SAG driver as she went by and get a boost up to the next stop at at town called Duncan where they had a cafe. I felt like we were playing hookie, but it was a nice change for 15 miles or so to be in a car and looking at the landscape. There were more golden hues, plants were short and scrubby. Once in a while you would see a cow or two and mountains all around.
At our fuel stop, I had cottage cheese and rye toast and was ready to roll. A few hundred yards out, I came across a railroad crossing, caught my tire in a groove and went down. My helmet hit the pavement and I have a few little scrapes on my elbow and leg but overall am fine. My brand new helmet has a crack in it, but better the helmet than my head! After a while, I did get up and pedal some more to get to the border of New Mexico about 7 miles away. Yeah, two states crossed and several more to go! I decided to call the SAG for a ride but there was no cell reception in that area, so I meandered along for another 12 miles or so before we made contact. Even though I felt OK, I was very emotional, and thought I'd better take it easy for the rest of the day.
Carol picked me up and we went back to see the other riders behind me to see if they needed water or help. Liz, who I thought was right behind me, ended up having a flat, changed it, pumped it up, took of the pump and the valve stem came with it causing another flat. By this time she was ready to be picked up and joined me. We went further to fine Marilyn, and she had also fallen in the same tracks I did, and was taken to a clinic for evaluation. She had more bruises and bangs than I did.
By the time we made it to the hotel, it was already fairly late in the afternoon and most of the other riders had made it in.
Things you might hear on the road:
1. My bike shorts are beginning to irritate me!
2. I've gotta have a Bag Balm stop.
3. I hope that shiny stuff in the road is mica and not glass.
4. Do you see the crest in sight?
5. Does anybody have any 50 sunscreen?
6. What day is this?
7. How many days in a row have we been riding?
Everything is fine, really.
HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!
Love,
Robin
Monday, March 16, 2009
Long, Long Day
Globe to Safford, Arizona was a long ride. It was mostly flat and we did have a lovely gradual downhill where I did not have to pedal for quite some time. There were also some rollers with a little bit of climbing but flat for the last 45 miles or so. Luckily the cue sheet they gave us was a little off so we really went 78 miles instead of the 83 listed.
Today there was a little haze in the distance but we could see mountains ahead of us with snow on top looming in front of us. We did travel pass an Native American reservation at San Carlos. It was so sad to see the homes and poor conditions where the Apache lived. The land they lived in on land had very little water. I couldn't imagine staying there in the hot summer at all. We got a report that there were some mean dogs up ahead that were chasing bike riders. As we approached that area, I was in the lead and saw one mangy black dog barking and chasing after a car up ahead. I waited for Susan and Liz to come up with me, and we decided to walk our bikes past the dog so we could use our bikes as shields and would form a circle , more like a triangle, if he came behind us. The dog disappeared off to the right toward some trailers, just as the SAG vehicle was driving by wondering why we were all off our bikes walking them cautiously down the road. Anyways, the dog never did come back ,our well formed plan abandoned so we saddled up and took off again.
We also traveled through the town of Pima, of cotton fame. At this time of year, they were just planting the fields of cotton, but we would see little fluffs of cotton remnants on the sides of the road. No big lunch stops today as there really weren't many places with services along the route but we did manage to stop at Taylor Freeze in Pima about 13 miles from the end of our trip at about 3 o'clock or so. Some people got a green chili burrito and root beer floats. My tooth was hurting again so I had 1/2 of a grilled cheese sandwich and some water.
Dinner tonight had a Cuban feel, with a chicken stew with lentils and veggies over brown rice, with cantaloupe, and a tossed green salad. A woman who went on the trip last year was in the area, came for supper and brought us dessert. She was back in the area camping and wanted to do the 25 mile climb over the mountain that we did yesterday. The road was closed to bikers when her group came through and she wanted to do the part she missed!
Two more days of riding and I think our name will be changed slightly to the Bag Balm Babes! Someone asked about my bike's name. I named her Gertrude, after my 80 something year old neighbor who died in a car accident in November. She was all excited about my trip and said if her balance was better she'd like to go on the ride. So, in her memory, Gertrude the bike will accompany me across the southern tier of the USA. We cross into New Mexico tomorrow!!!
Love,
Robin
Today there was a little haze in the distance but we could see mountains ahead of us with snow on top looming in front of us. We did travel pass an Native American reservation at San Carlos. It was so sad to see the homes and poor conditions where the Apache lived. The land they lived in on land had very little water. I couldn't imagine staying there in the hot summer at all. We got a report that there were some mean dogs up ahead that were chasing bike riders. As we approached that area, I was in the lead and saw one mangy black dog barking and chasing after a car up ahead. I waited for Susan and Liz to come up with me, and we decided to walk our bikes past the dog so we could use our bikes as shields and would form a circle , more like a triangle, if he came behind us. The dog disappeared off to the right toward some trailers, just as the SAG vehicle was driving by wondering why we were all off our bikes walking them cautiously down the road. Anyways, the dog never did come back ,our well formed plan abandoned so we saddled up and took off again.
We also traveled through the town of Pima, of cotton fame. At this time of year, they were just planting the fields of cotton, but we would see little fluffs of cotton remnants on the sides of the road. No big lunch stops today as there really weren't many places with services along the route but we did manage to stop at Taylor Freeze in Pima about 13 miles from the end of our trip at about 3 o'clock or so. Some people got a green chili burrito and root beer floats. My tooth was hurting again so I had 1/2 of a grilled cheese sandwich and some water.
Dinner tonight had a Cuban feel, with a chicken stew with lentils and veggies over brown rice, with cantaloupe, and a tossed green salad. A woman who went on the trip last year was in the area, came for supper and brought us dessert. She was back in the area camping and wanted to do the 25 mile climb over the mountain that we did yesterday. The road was closed to bikers when her group came through and she wanted to do the part she missed!
Two more days of riding and I think our name will be changed slightly to the Bag Balm Babes! Someone asked about my bike's name. I named her Gertrude, after my 80 something year old neighbor who died in a car accident in November. She was all excited about my trip and said if her balance was better she'd like to go on the ride. So, in her memory, Gertrude the bike will accompany me across the southern tier of the USA. We cross into New Mexico tomorrow!!!
Love,
Robin
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