Scenery, rocks, sky, vegetation with a bit 'o sky
thrown in.
Rally
leader, Ally Oop arranged
Red sails in the
sunset? Nope, white sands in the distance.
a Stealth fly over to welcome
us to white sands
Mush you huskies!!!!!
Looks like a Minnesnowta January.
Circling the wagons to fend off rabid polar bears
and narwhales.
The ever quiet, proper, well behaved editor of
The Sidecarist. So far on this trip have seen aliens
riding flying saucers, now we have one on a sand
saucer.
Camping in the desert. Didn't think would care for
it as no trees. Little did I know what was to come.
I had planned to tent camp most of the trip but was
not foresighted enough to have explored differences
between Great Southwest and Great Northwood's
camping. Not many campgrounds for tents. When it tis
University graduation weekend there is no room an
any inn. Pitched tent in migrant worker trailer
park, on gravel, near a leaking sewer line and
prepared for a miserable evening. Turns out that
Avanell and JR stayed here also and I was treated to
a delightful evening of good company and homemade
bread and gumbo. If you ever have a chance to meet
them, do so by all means, ye will never regret
it.!!!!!!
The next morning packed up and followed Avanell and
JR to the motel where most of others had the
foresight to make reservations. (Usually Avanell and
JR drive their separate rigs, but
this summer they trailered them as they were going
to be on the road for 3 months. On the way, to the
motel I skillfully managed to avoid all
boards in the road - that is all the boards except
for the one with the nail. After the group was
treated to the "I'm A Little Teapot" dance by Uptown
(no "e") Al (something I really didn't need!) some
one observed that my rear tire was no longer round.
With help/advice for those more experienced than me,
2 cans of "Fix a Flat" were pumped in. This day I
rode with Avanell and JR (I think they were
shepherding me) and I was thankful for their
presence.
More of the same, scenery, but different. That be
the Rio Grande in the background, little did I know
that during the 06 Butterfly I would see the river
in the northern NM mountains
Looking down from a high place on a low place. The
road we were on some miles before is the white
streak a bit to the left of center.
Tire slow leaked all day so in evening plugged it.
Sorry for obscene picture as it not be something one
wishes to see.
The next morning the quiet, staid periodical editor,
who was participating in a hack rally on 2 wheels
(flying under false colors, as it were), upgraded to
a 6 wheel outfit, with John W., fulfilling the role
of the monkey to perfection.
Roses and chrome.
Alpine, AZ. Last stop of the rally.
Scene, outside motel window. In front, across the
highway, at the edge of a field a herd of elk was
seen evening and morning. Too far for good pictures,
though.
Next, adventures beyond the Butterfly. Up the
western slope of the continental divide.
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this summer they trailered them as they were going
to be on the road for 3 months. On the way, to the
motel I skillfully managed to avoid all
boards in the road - that is all the boards except
for the one with the nail. After the group was
treated to the "I'm A Little Teapot" dance by Uptown
(no "e") Al (something I really didn't need!) some
one observed that my rear tire was no longer round.
With help/advice for those more experienced than me,
2 cans of "Fix a Flat" were pumped in. This day I
rode with Avanell and JR (I think they were
shepherding me) and I was thankful for their
presence.
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