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 22, 2019
Trading notes with a Continental Trial through hiker.
Today we are targeting Bernardo, but first to the ghost town of Riley.
Line dancing.
Banana Rama.
My introduction to bikepacking could not have been a better mix of (dry) backroad gravel.
We skirted the little single track that made up the other balance of paved roads.
Cloud nine, and ten, and eleven, and....
Finding today's terrain so far somewhat,
ROLLICKING
This papa was rolling like a stone.
Riley is around here somewhere.
It is a ghost town.
………….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.
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