We made it, back at the Albuquerque KOA, eventful day. Several times I had to put the massive cranium acreage to use. We had a good night visiting with our friends in Angel Fire and enjoyed their hospitality with beds, showers, cold beer and a heater…..this morning it was 30F. We immediately headed right in to the woods of the Carson NF, riding the high ridge lines flirting with 11K feet on good forest trails. I tried to do a more obscure route that did not work out. The water puddles were frozen, I did a wheelie on one and when the rear tire hit the hole, chunks of ice and mud hit KTMCarhat, my bad, sort of. Tough riding on the trail less traveled, and it did not make all the difference. Downed trees, log hopping, dead ends but we survived, some bikes may have gone down, it happens. Had to get back on a major forest road. Lost some time but it was still cool. The aspens this far north were turning more colors.
So we survived the morning and grabbed some slab around Sipapu, it was scenic and a welcoming break from the morning’s ongoings, which I thought was going to be the tough stuff of the day. Had lunch in Hernandez, then gassed up and headed for some forest trails I thought would be cool vs. slab all the way back to the truck. Right off the rip, crazy deep sand, for miles. Had to have your feces collected to traverse it. Loaded bikes and the Sahara don’t mix well. Seemed to go on a long time, tree colors were popping though and the little stream crossings were cool. Daddy likes sand, just saying.
I was feeling bad, KTMCarhart sounded like he was at Lamaze classes and taking intermittent dirt naps in the sand. He can get it done but there is sound effects and commentary. Then the terrain changed, what I call rocky top, not my favorite. I think he likes it though, he crushes rock terrain and knows I am not a fan when it drones for too long.
We kept going, sort of bewildered, excited and worried. Terrain kept leaning towards pines, rocks, roots, oh my. It flowed some and was cool, but the anticipation was building, then we came to the crux of the day. I was looking for Ned Beatty, rocks, creek and looked impassable. We have gone over 1300 miles in 6 days, first time I had to scout the trail on foot. I had serious doubts, then started picking my lines theoretically, kicked a few rocks I didn’t like and decided to shed my top bag and KTMCarhart’s spare tire that somehow was my appendage all day. Wasn’t sure I could get it. Some made it clean, some didn’t, but all got out alive. We were pretty happy with ourselves.
Now that is some uncle love right there.....
It was one of those trails that you were pretty sure the nasty crossing wasn’t the end, there would be residual effects, in the form of more nasty crossings. Luckily the subsequent crossings weren’t as bad, but you weren’t doing them one handed that’s for sure.
We got out of there feeling like we robbed a bank and got away with it. I kept waiting for the ol dead end and double back trick, would have cost us hours and killed our morale. Went through several more semi nasty crossings but easy by comparison. I was worried as I looked at the sun, but then I popped out of a crossing and saw a legit fire ring and then saw truck tire tracks. We had a celebration in our coms in the helmets, couldn't stop and have a group hug, no time, we still had like 150 miles to go. We hit some legit major forest roads, but they still had their challenges, especially at the pace we were hitting them. I caught a glance of the GPS elevation, flirting with 10 and 11K, then saw a glimpse of a view through the trees and snagged these pics, epic.
We had planned on some more eye candy stuff, but were a bit tired and worried about the miles we still had to cover to get back to the truck, load up etc. We grabbed some slab and enjoyed Hwy 4 through Jemez area, then on to Albq KOA.