NEW MEXICO OFF-ROAD RUNNER. NEMY. PAGE 09/32. ORGAN MOUNTAINS. SECOND WATER.

Thanks for joining us. Not sure where I’m more fortunate. Getting a propelling experience in with our two daughters or riding a portion of the incredibly beautiful bike packing adventure that is the New Mexico Off-Road Runner. To do both together, well, a liberating journey of harmony and adventure I’m beyond grateful for. This once guiding father now thankfully follows the many inspirations Hyla and Nicola have become. More so Nicola’s passion of a gravel road less taken…………………….  

………continued below.   

April 16, 2019

Our rise will be rewarded with another solid water depot.

Waterview.

There's not much out here, as in nothing other than these sweet water sweet tanks.

Sweet.

We will treat all our water but assume by initial looks that most of what we will use has come from deep within our pristine mother earth.

May she continue to not only sustain our immediate lives but that of the other billions treading so heavily on her. 

Even coming from Northern Ontario, CANADA where we are blessed and surrounded by boundless freshwater,

travelling by bike again never ceases to amaze and bring to attention what flies by un-noticed and un-appreciated in my other life.

With the onset of shadows, I think that we are all basking in good mood in the late afternoon sun.

We've survived with great fun an amazing first day.

Time to start looking for tonight's home on the range.

Bike frame of mind.

I know that as long as I ride with the girls it will be on a never ending road.

Just checked myself and my bike.

Appears,

I"M BRAKING BAD and becoming DISK FUNCTIONAL!

After this, and somewhere around seven/eight hours of saddle(pushing and prodding) time, our camp will be an easy find.

I'm staring to smell my toasted legs so the BOTTOM of the next climb will do fine.

Can never pay the price,

without a little big sacrifice.

Witch way Ladies???

Home is where I am.

RIGHT HERE!

.....care to join us for dinner? Please do.

………….Here you have found one of thirty two posts chronicling our pedaling and pondering of Cass Gilbert’s excellently presented and documented “New Mexico Off Road Runner”.

Like life and a blog, please enjoy cha-cha cha-ing back and forth, newer and older, for a time of my life.

When I was a kid I rode my bike to be more like an adult. Here as an adult, I ride, thanks to the girls, to be more like a kid again. What a playground.

Transcending the family bound, here, as in the past, we saddled up as compadres ciclismo.