Well Chadley got a great start and I am late to the game. Follow up a great ride with another week on the road and it left me without time to do the IMPORTANT things in life ... write a ride report!!!
Like any good adventure, the Terlingua Dual Sport Ride started for both John (irondawg) and I with a simple phone call from Steve (XR650Rocketman).
Will you help me with Burl’s Ride?
Yes.
Seldom do real adventures start with fanfare. With that we were off, planning the ride and inputting previous roll charts into the computer for mileage verification.
Three months of rides went into planning the ride, hoping against hope that we could plan enough that it would come off smoothly. I will leave it to others to determine if it did. Our mantra for the entire event was “giving back”. We are standing on the shoulders of giants that have created the greatest sport on earth and we were honored to be able to introduce the concept to others. With that in mind, from day one, I intended to lead a group of newbies on the day of the event. My ability to help was complicated by breaking my shoulder on a ride in Big Bend in August, so I worked in the background until cleared by my doc to ride again. With that clearance and the date looming close at hand, Steve, John and I made two last furious attempts to wring out all the booboos in the roll charts. Over two weekends, we logged almost 700 miles finalizing the turns and descriptions. Our Garmin GPS units helped greatly as we nailed the mileage to the hundredths at the various turns and intersections.
In almost 20 years of going to Big Bend, I have never seen the area as green as it is now. The Rio Grande has been at, or near, flood stage for the majority of the summer with rain upstream in New Mexico and Western Texas as well as from Northern Mexico. Terlingua Creek was running almost 2 feet deep four weeks before the ride, 1 foot deep two weeks before the ride and was simply damp the weekend of the ride.
Sunset during our trip two weeks before the event. Sunrise and sunset have long captured the imagination of man and we were like all the rest that evening, standing in silent awe of the beauty of nature.
The Thursday before the ride found us tying ribbon on anything without thorns and a few things with. Most everything in Big Bend falls under the classification of “wait a minute” bushes that make you go whoa when you encounter one.
Ray rested while contemplating his next meal during our sojourns along the route. I enjoyed my new dashboard and old man eyes friendly road book holder.
Looking Southeast into the valley from Lone Star Mine ...
Burl Hughes, the father of this ride.
Burl knows all the roads in the area like the back of his hand. His experience and vision, coupled with our energy combined to bring the ride off. One of the nicest people that you could ever want to meet, Burl’s love for the Big Bend region is evident in the twinkle in his eye and the ready smile on his face.
Day One was slated to be a 170 mile ride and I gathered about 9 newbies in my group for the day. One lady was very new to the sport and after a spill negotiating a corner on South County Road and a twisted ankle, we motored on without her and her husband.
We cut off one short section in order to assure a timely arrival at lunch, but enjoyed the scenery of the northern portion of Terlingua Ranch, getting something like 20 miles north of the ranch headquarters before rounding Witches Tit and heading towards the Bad Rabbit Café and CFS for lunch.
Following lunch and a splash of gas, we headed back taking the “long way” home. Along the way, we assisted a fellow on a GS get up a very loose long hill that he had lost momentum on. That GS was digging large trench every time he attempted to get going again. With the smell of a burning clutch wafted across my nose, I felt it was time to jump in and about three of us helped him up the last 20 or so feet of the climb.
Getting dialed in, we kicked it up a notch or three and were soon cruising quickly towards Terlingua and dinner.
Stopping for a moment, I grabbed my only real shot of the day of my group.
David is in the front with the white helmet, I am above his right shoulder in the MSR jersey, Chris is above his left shoulder in red, Marco is crouching with the sunglasses and Luis is on the far right of the photo. I missed the name of the fellow in the back as he did not stop at the motel when we came to the end of the ride.
Dinner started at the Starlight Theater, but the almost two hour wait drove us to La Kiva for a steak and Shiner or three.
Steve (brown jacket) smoozing the sweep crew. Some of the hardest working folks on the ride, these fellows started last, finished after dark, fixed flats and pulled down ribbon along the route. An invisible force with an often thankless role, my hat is off to each and every one of them. I am sorry to say that I did not get their names down on paper and my halfheimers kept me from remembering them. I will get Steve to step in as they deserve all the kudos in the world.
Edit by Rocketman....The sweep riders are Mike Haven, Bruce McCarty, Mike Stephenson and Jim Socha.....I believe this was their 6th year doing this most important job.....Thanks guys....
Sunday morning I climbed a hill across from staging area.
Kathy’s Kosmic Kowgirl Kafe is the pink building on the far right. Everything she serves is worth the wait! Yum!!
Nearing the halfway point of day two, we took a break at the top of the hill above Lone Star Mine. The Terlingua area boomed just before and during the war years as an area where quick silver aka mercury was mined. Now the ruins are picturesque reminders of past activity.
Ken among the bikes
Following a quick shower, a meeting with Burl and Steve, I watched the sun set on Highway 118 as I headed north towards Alpine. Home was still 8 hours away and the coming week loomed large, hence this taking so long to get written.
I hope to see everyone that expressed interest in the ride in Terlingua next year. Please come up and introduce yourself.
I will upload the balance of my photos soon ...
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