Took off from the Chili Line Depot and had to ride some pavement to get back on the official route. Wasn’t too bad though.
Of course I’m stopping for tacos. Well, it’s the only place to stop.
Hey! Cell phone says I can take this side road. Looking at the swole and mud thick river.
Cell phone did not say this way was mud. Not so nice when you’re trying to outrun the next monsoon.
Climbed out of the mud but got real wet by the time I made it to a good camp site.
This discontent government employee.
It looks wet over there. Luckily this was just behind me. These monsoons were a pretty regular afternoon event and scared me away from the potentialy impassable peanutbutter passes of the dirt route.
Amazingly, the Forest Service was thinking and installed these great shelters at most of the camps. Saved me from a soggy bottom more then once.
Natural arch right off the side of the side of the route.
Met a beautiful retired couple who give water to hikers/bikers and let them camp on their property. On the back of their hand written welcome signs reads “no trespassing” in orange print—so good.
Mandatory pie and ice cream in Pie Town New Mexico.
The Toaster House in Pie Town. Crash pad for bikers and hikers. Yes, those are toasters hanging everywhere.
Found a jumping dirt clod.
Choice riding grubbage.
First stop since Pie Town. Met up with some friends from the Toaster House. They took the paved alt due to dudes sheared derailleur. Pretty sure he finished the tour with one speed.
Ridiculous signs. Remember, Mexico isn’t sending their best.
Some camp mornings are tough when you forget instant coffee is not a tea bag.
Yikes! Not supposed to have two cables where one should be. Luckily it didn’t shear completely off before I made it to Silver City.
I don’t know what this place is the last chance for but it was certainly a nice stop for ice tea.
The last and the lowest divide crossing.
Wow, and then I was in Silver City. My personal end point. Getting voilently sick for a couple days really set me back and I just didn’t have time to finish the route to the border. Conveniently, I had bought a plane ticket a few days before getting sick. Honestly I never wanted to ride the last 120 miles of flat pavement with 3″ tires. Even before we left I was talking to Ryan alternates to other places. But Silver was a fantastic end for me. Stayed two nights to rest, and pack my bike up, and meet up with people. Saw Dwight, the Canadian again and then the English couple from the Toaster House the following night.
After Silver City I jumped a bus to Lordsburge NM. The bus that drove right past me none the less. Then another bus to Tucson AZ. Shipped my bike home and got a plane.
Such an amazing trip. From the lowest lows—biking up hill on washboard swatting droves of biting bugs or simply vommitting all night—to the highest highs—coast or screaming in downhill for miles and miles imursed in beautiful scenery or soaking in a hot spring after a hot day. So grateful to have had the freedom and support to take such a trip.
Ryan was waiting for me at home. We still buds of course.
Signing off till the next adventure.