Where was I? Not sure, maybe part of the CDT, maybe part of the BDR. I did notice I was getting colder. Then I noticed snow was showing up again. Then I noticed I was above 10k. You ever shed a layer and 30 minutes later want to put it back on? Yeah, me neither.
You ever been stuck in the snow in the middle of nowhere? Yeah me neither. Brain working overtime…
I got the bike pulled back out and decided to walk along the fence, I did not want to backtrack, in a bad way. Pretty quickly found a spot that folks in years past used as a work around. It led to a kind of bypass road. Rough and not traveled much, but it allowed me to keep going.
Till it didn’t. No more bypass. I blasted a couple more deep sections and got away with it. Was really worried there would be one I couldn’t. Then I saw a Super Duty down a side trail. Cool, if he came here then hopefully he knocked the snow drifts down.
That worked out. Till I got here. Not sure how they made it up this. I needed to go down. A bypass wasn’t looking good and I didn’t want to get caught going way off the road messing up this more fragile tundra. I gambled and went for it. It was probably a 100 yards long. At times I floated on top decently, others I sank and the only way to keep forward momentum was to bull dog it flinstone style.
I made it but was worn out. Was really really hoping that was the last of it. If not, we were going to get creative. Luckily that was it. I took a decent break here. This is my Jeremiah Johnson pose.
Back on some good riding again, meandered a bit.
I made it through that zone and now I am back where I deviated off the NMBDR on that past trip several years ago. Tres Piedras area.
I sniffed out some grub here, I mostly wanted a good spot to chill. I’ve been here before, good eats.
The rest of my route plan was to go south and then east. Right towards this.
No can do, it is too cold to deal with a bombing storm like that. And that route involved even higher mountains. I’m not in the mood to get denied passage and have to backtrack around that mountain range. So I dreamed up plan b…..float around the desert for a bit making my way east.
Lot of good fast flowy stuff. Just had to watch getting cross rutted, holes and the rim benders.
Uh oh, what we got here?
This is what we got, winning!!
I was making my way for a river crossing on dirt. Saw this point and had to get a closer look. History lesson for today. Thousands of years ago, think ice age, the Alamosa area was a huge lake. The lake receded after its extreme water pressure broke through volcanic deposits in the southern end of the valley. That is some serious pressure, I wanted to know more about that. Through geological studies and fossils, they can tell the lake had a surface area 65 miles long and 30 miles wide. Ok, I’ll go with the pressure theory with those numbers. The pressurized water drained through the Rio Grande River valley, likely forming this gorge. Pretty cool stuff to ponder.
I found the route down to the bridge. Deterrent or invitation?
We chose the latter, challenge accepted. It was a little tore up but we were getting it done.
Was having fun. Till I rounded the last switch back, hit an almost flat spot that a 66 impala with air bags could have made….and saw a forest floppy sign right in the middle of the road. Looking past it, I could see several cars right at the bridge…and one of them was a Ranger truck. And I thought I saw khaki pants on one of the on lookers, looking up the trail at me taking this pic.
Dadgumit, I’m not in the mood to drop several hundred dollars for a fine on this. Whipped the bike around, snagged a pic of the bridge when I got out of their sight…..and made like a tree. At least I got to ride back up the steep stuff!!
I only lost about 30 minutes and still found enjoyment in the desert travel….with my hundos still in my pocket.
Moving on, to where? My target for the evening is a buddy’s cabin in Angel Fire. I wanted to skip Taos altogether but this dang rain is looking bad. Knowing I was about to get wet for a good spell, in the cold, pulled over and donned the rain gear.
Slugged it out and did pretty well considering.
Headed up the mountain to my buddy’s place, Bad Bob’s.
Another day in the books. Not too shabby. Smell ya later.