As I type, I am clamped tight on a mouthful of toothpaste hoping not to grout the spaces between the keys of Susan's mac. I have had a very long, wonderful and eventful day and we plan to be back on our motorcycle seats at 8am. I wanted to quick key-up our last few days before I get any further behind in journaling our trip, so, I am multi-tasking.
After covering 1600 miles in our first two days of travel I learned three things : A Cargill feedlot in the panhandle of Texas scares the bejesus out of me. I do not want to eat anything that comes off that grotesque fecal ground zero. Second, a person ate a 72 oz. steak in just over 8 minutes. Third, as I suspected, Aliens do own Walmart
. Their success is due to mass hypnosis on a global scale done from outerspace.On to day three, today, and our 200 mile ride in the shadows of the mountains surrounding Las Cruces, NM. After hearing this morning that our motorcycle class in Castaic, CA has been canceled due to Mother Nature's liquid deluge being dumped into southern California, we arranged for a few more nights lodging and rolled our bikes into a LaQuinta parking lot. We are settled in.
Following large plates of heuvos rancheros this morning, Charlie, Susan and I headed north across low cattle country passing by Lake Valley, an old mining ghost town, and into Hillsboro with the intentions of crossing through Emory Pass on our way to the Gila Cliff Dwellings. Unfortunately, the pacific coast mayhem overshot it's course and left us with enough precipitation to cause fret. Emory Pass is at 8,228 ft and the locals in the diner serving us a lunch, ending in Bumbleberry pie, warned us off our westerly intent.
I am thankful for the black skies. While rerouting our travel direction we overshot our hotel-ward course and discovered Rock hound State Park. A roundabout county round surrounding one lone snow peak. To our dismay the road had closed at 4pm, but it also gave us tomorrows morning destination. Just before we arrived to the closed park gates we peaked a steep hill which left everything to the imagination as to what lay on the the other side. The sharp descent was quickly followed by two 10mph turns. Shutting off our bikes and turning back to look towards Las Cruces, we all three knew where we would be tomorrow.
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