Basin anyone? or The Hunt for Cobbler
Reaching the pavement, the six of us rode south towards the Rio Grande Village in the park. Ice cream sure sounded good after all that hot riding. I think someone clocked 90+ degrees F in the sun. No wonder visions of ice cream and iced tea kept dancing around in my head.
Somewhere along the way, our crew of Six Shooters abosorbed Rachael and Soozy on their bikes. So now we were a team of eight, parked in front of the village store, relaxing in the shade and enjoying cold drinks and ice cream.
I recognized an elderly man from the visit there the day before. He had just sat down at the picnic table to eat a pint of ice cream. I saw that and that was it; I ran inside and got my own pint of ice cream (and iced tea) and walked outside to join him with a big grin on my face. All I remember is eating the entire pint in big gulps and washing it down with iced tea. Then he and I teased each other about eating an entire pint of iced cream. He had another pint in his hand when I saw him that day again.
See, I'm not the only one!!
A few groups of other riders joined us outside over the hour or so we recovered. Tall, or by the hand gestures, wide tales were exchanged.
I don't remember how the decision was made, or who suggested it (ahem), but a ride to the Basin lodge for cobbler seemed the right thing to do. We all geared up, gassed up, and got ready to go. While the rest of the crew went to the Boquillas overlook, Ed and I headed to the Basin at a leisurely pace.
I just love riding through Green Gulch. It is truly like riding through a magical portal. This time it was much greener than when I rode it thrice over the Xmas holidays.
Finding a vantage point to pull off and park the bikes, we hiked up to one the bends in the series of switchbacks before the descent into the Basin. I intended to get some shots of the others as they came into the first bend. While waiting I took some scenic shots...
and practiced my action shots.
Then I heard the buzzing of dual sport bikes.
Rusty was in the lead..
Rachael and Soozy following.
Then Bill....
and Graeme.
And down they went.
They all went so quickly (or my brain was moving too slow), I miscalculated and went back to the bike not realizing Scott was bringing up the rear. Slowly Sorry, Scott.
Ed and I parked in the usual Desert Rat parking space; behind the lodge with the mountain in the background. Ed rode down to gather the others to join us. Bill pulled a 'Russ', riding with his helmet balanced on the top of his head. Russ will be proud of you, Bill (I'm emailing Russ the photo tonight)
The restaurant was closed but the management and waitress could tell by our bedraggled and begging looks that we really needed some help. So they brought us our orders of cobbler and ice cream. In all of my visits there, the staff have really been wonderfully accommodating !
We sat outside on the patio and ate while relaxing and visiting.
I added this photo because of Scott's endearing facial expression
Now filled with ice cream, drinks, cobbler and more ice cream, we took off for one of my favorite attractions down there: water crossing.
Next: "I think I got a bath!!!"
Reaching the pavement, the six of us rode south towards the Rio Grande Village in the park. Ice cream sure sounded good after all that hot riding. I think someone clocked 90+ degrees F in the sun. No wonder visions of ice cream and iced tea kept dancing around in my head.
Somewhere along the way, our crew of Six Shooters abosorbed Rachael and Soozy on their bikes. So now we were a team of eight, parked in front of the village store, relaxing in the shade and enjoying cold drinks and ice cream.
I recognized an elderly man from the visit there the day before. He had just sat down at the picnic table to eat a pint of ice cream. I saw that and that was it; I ran inside and got my own pint of ice cream (and iced tea) and walked outside to join him with a big grin on my face. All I remember is eating the entire pint in big gulps and washing it down with iced tea. Then he and I teased each other about eating an entire pint of iced cream. He had another pint in his hand when I saw him that day again.
See, I'm not the only one!!
A few groups of other riders joined us outside over the hour or so we recovered. Tall, or by the hand gestures, wide tales were exchanged.
I don't remember how the decision was made, or who suggested it (ahem), but a ride to the Basin lodge for cobbler seemed the right thing to do. We all geared up, gassed up, and got ready to go. While the rest of the crew went to the Boquillas overlook, Ed and I headed to the Basin at a leisurely pace.
I just love riding through Green Gulch. It is truly like riding through a magical portal. This time it was much greener than when I rode it thrice over the Xmas holidays.
Finding a vantage point to pull off and park the bikes, we hiked up to one the bends in the series of switchbacks before the descent into the Basin. I intended to get some shots of the others as they came into the first bend. While waiting I took some scenic shots...
and practiced my action shots.
Then I heard the buzzing of dual sport bikes.
Rusty was in the lead..
Rachael and Soozy following.
Then Bill....
and Graeme.
And down they went.
They all went so quickly (or my brain was moving too slow), I miscalculated and went back to the bike not realizing Scott was bringing up the rear. Slowly Sorry, Scott.
Ed and I parked in the usual Desert Rat parking space; behind the lodge with the mountain in the background. Ed rode down to gather the others to join us. Bill pulled a 'Russ', riding with his helmet balanced on the top of his head. Russ will be proud of you, Bill (I'm emailing Russ the photo tonight)
The restaurant was closed but the management and waitress could tell by our bedraggled and begging looks that we really needed some help. So they brought us our orders of cobbler and ice cream. In all of my visits there, the staff have really been wonderfully accommodating !
We sat outside on the patio and ate while relaxing and visiting.
I added this photo because of Scott's endearing facial expression
Now filled with ice cream, drinks, cobbler and more ice cream, we took off for one of my favorite attractions down there: water crossing.
Next: "I think I got a bath!!!"