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- Joined
- Oct 16, 2008
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- Location
- Bryan, TX
- First Name
- Dennie
- Last Name
- Spears
Last year I was denied access to Canada and driven out of Oregon and California by smoke from fires. Over the winter, I carefully planned for this year. Canada and the US had both closed their border and I waited for the 21st of every month for Canada to announce they were going to reopen. They did, but reentry into the US was a big headache so I decided to just go for a ride. Fires in California put that state off my map. Just before announcing my planned departure date to my wife, Linda, she told me she had decided to finally get her hip replaced. My departure date remained the same, but my return date changed. I had 2 weeks.
Day 1-travel day 424 miles
I knew I was going to Utah to see Goblin Valley State Park, but I also needed to stop by my cousins house in Paris Texas. At 72, she’s a year younger than I. I am her closest living relative. She has stage 4 lung cancer and is on Hospice care. After a short visit I made it to Wichita Fall for my first night.
Day 2-another travel day 399 miles
I saw an unusual sign selling meat, game processing and guns and thought that it was really strange, but I failed to do a U-turn and get a picture. Miles later I saw these two and I did a U-turn.
A friend lived in Borger, Texas, so I decided to drive through there instead of getting on I-40 with my limited horsepower DRZ.
When you can’t afford Cadillacs for your ranch, you plant Bugs.
I believe this display is a sarcastic comment on the Cadillac Ranch west of Amarillo, TX.
There is a hotel on The west side of Clayton, NM that is highly rated (4.8 out of 5.0) and $65 per night. The owner shot this rather large black bear and hung the skin on the mantel in the hotel lobby. As my 3 year old nephew would say, “Look Uncle Humanrace, they took apart a bear.” I stayed in a motel because it’s 94 degrees at 7:00 PM.
Day 3
My brother and his wife live in Taos, NM and I knew I could get free meals and lodging while seeing some of the local sites.
Sunflowers beside the road with Capulin Volcano National Monument in the background.
The last time I was in the area, the ranger would not let me go across the washed out road on my DRZ. The road has been repaired, so up I go.
Along the road up Capulin
This is along the path that meanders around the inner crater. At first, I thought they were pebbles, but they turned out to be lots and lots of lady bugs. This would be the second time I have found large masses of lady bugs.
From the rim
Looking across the crater to the parking lot where my bike is parked along with my wallet and all of my cash in the tank bag. When I got back, I divided my money and put half in my left front pocket. I also put a credit card with my loose bills. I didn’t forget my wallet again, but I was prepared if my 73 year old brain betrayed me again.
I rode through Red River and decided to take several roads that cut off from the main road, just exploring. All were out and back. One followed a little creek with a cliff.
I texted my wife, sent her this picture and told her not to write any checks or draw any money out of our credit union because I bought the lot next to the green roofed A frame house. Her response was, “liar.”
I stopped by to chat with my dad and became fascinated with his neighbors. Mrs. Cullender died at 82 years old. One can only assume they were still married when she died since her husbands name is engraved on the headstone beside hers. He was 85 when his wife died. Is he still alive and 133 years old? At 85, did he find a new lady and forget about this one? Was there nobody around to pay for the additional engraving when he died? I ponder.
Now, this couple did it right. Petra waited 54 years to be buried next to her husband. As a coincidence, he lived to be 54 years old and she died 54 years later at the age of 99.
More New Mexico, Colorado, Utah, and back to Colorado coming. This is mainly a ride trip with short stops to venture into the beauty of our land.
Day 1-travel day 424 miles
I knew I was going to Utah to see Goblin Valley State Park, but I also needed to stop by my cousins house in Paris Texas. At 72, she’s a year younger than I. I am her closest living relative. She has stage 4 lung cancer and is on Hospice care. After a short visit I made it to Wichita Fall for my first night.
Day 2-another travel day 399 miles
I saw an unusual sign selling meat, game processing and guns and thought that it was really strange, but I failed to do a U-turn and get a picture. Miles later I saw these two and I did a U-turn.
A friend lived in Borger, Texas, so I decided to drive through there instead of getting on I-40 with my limited horsepower DRZ.
When you can’t afford Cadillacs for your ranch, you plant Bugs.
I believe this display is a sarcastic comment on the Cadillac Ranch west of Amarillo, TX.
There is a hotel on The west side of Clayton, NM that is highly rated (4.8 out of 5.0) and $65 per night. The owner shot this rather large black bear and hung the skin on the mantel in the hotel lobby. As my 3 year old nephew would say, “Look Uncle Humanrace, they took apart a bear.” I stayed in a motel because it’s 94 degrees at 7:00 PM.
Day 3
My brother and his wife live in Taos, NM and I knew I could get free meals and lodging while seeing some of the local sites.
Sunflowers beside the road with Capulin Volcano National Monument in the background.
The last time I was in the area, the ranger would not let me go across the washed out road on my DRZ. The road has been repaired, so up I go.
Along the road up Capulin
This is along the path that meanders around the inner crater. At first, I thought they were pebbles, but they turned out to be lots and lots of lady bugs. This would be the second time I have found large masses of lady bugs.
From the rim
Looking across the crater to the parking lot where my bike is parked along with my wallet and all of my cash in the tank bag. When I got back, I divided my money and put half in my left front pocket. I also put a credit card with my loose bills. I didn’t forget my wallet again, but I was prepared if my 73 year old brain betrayed me again.
I rode through Red River and decided to take several roads that cut off from the main road, just exploring. All were out and back. One followed a little creek with a cliff.
I texted my wife, sent her this picture and told her not to write any checks or draw any money out of our credit union because I bought the lot next to the green roofed A frame house. Her response was, “liar.”
I stopped by to chat with my dad and became fascinated with his neighbors. Mrs. Cullender died at 82 years old. One can only assume they were still married when she died since her husbands name is engraved on the headstone beside hers. He was 85 when his wife died. Is he still alive and 133 years old? At 85, did he find a new lady and forget about this one? Was there nobody around to pay for the additional engraving when he died? I ponder.
Now, this couple did it right. Petra waited 54 years to be buried next to her husband. As a coincidence, he lived to be 54 years old and she died 54 years later at the age of 99.
More New Mexico, Colorado, Utah, and back to Colorado coming. This is mainly a ride trip with short stops to venture into the beauty of our land.
