The rest of yesterday……Skedaddled out of Castell along the river for a bit.
Went down to the river crossing to get wet, they are finally rebuilding that broke down bridge at I think what they call Old Man Schneider Crossing. I remember something about that guy washing his face in a frying pan and combing his hair with a wagon wheel?
I definitely didn’t cross the barriers on my bike nor did I go down where you weren’t supposed to go to dunk my gear and get wet.
The rocks in this area always impress me. Again, like I am somewhere else. But where would I be if I wasn’t here? Ahhh, quiet helmet time, deep thoughts by stevo.
Ok, getting hot, need a creek crossing, but they have been dry the last hour or so. Rolled into Pontotoc and thought about the old days when I was a kid on my bicycle riding all day and would randomly get water from someone’s hose. Applied that theory here, first place was a dry run, water was turned off.
This next one looked promising, I climbed up into that tank and went swimming. Or maybe I walked over to the outdoor sink and dunked my head.
That was the ticket, cooled off and headed north some more.
I stopped to get a pic at this pretty spot, and saw a can of wd40 in a koozie. Nice, oiled my chain and moved on.
Made it another 15 or 20 miles, started getting hot again, had a creek on my mind and one presented itself!
Right after that, I followed my route on what was supposed to be a county road. Pretty sure it was a county road in the 60s. I punched through, but I would not recommend it in the future.
Rolled into Richland Springs. That community always feels welcoming and like going back in time. I like these folks. Gave them some money for a few emergency supplies and made dust towards my digs for the night.
Pictures never do justice, this was a cool little oak tunnel.
Getting closer….
Ahh, here we go, crossed the suspension bridge and went for my evenings domicile.
Touchdown, river park on the Colorado. Ok, so here is the skinny for you guys following along wanting camping feedback. This is a new/old place. Meaning new off site management and a little run down. It has big potential, but they won’t return my multiple voicemails, and won’t answer emails from their web site. You get there, nobody on site, no instructions, no water, no bathrooms, nothing. So switch a gear in your head, imagine stealth camping with a sense of security, sort of. Either way, I felt I got my $15 bucks worth.
Luckily a local rolls up on me after he went for a walk by the bridge, saw a dingus fussing about with a bike making camp. Long story short, fellow bike rider, Baja frequenter etc. We hung out for the evening listening to tunes and swapping riding lies. Perfect!
For general knowledge, that crap about Fritos helping light a fire, it’s crap.
After I blew myself up with some spare gas, I was on my way.
Fire, tunes, refreshments and meat. Living the dream! With some views…..night night time.
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. I rolled north, wanted to get into some county road dirt meandering through some nice ranches. Gotta get there first.
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