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 17, 2019
Our day two will start off pretty much where we left off.
A series of aggressive climbs and respective descents.
A series of aggressive climbs and respective descents.
No amount of challenge will discount the beauty of the terrain we are in.
Over the days we will get our fair share of
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Nicola Nemy
Nicola's passionate embrace of bikepacking has her making all of her own, and some of our, packs.
A two month introduction crossing Jordan and Israel pretty much set the path of chasing horizons.
The beauty is that there are endless.
Hyla's compassion is none less.
Her horizons were a coast to coast tour across Canada not long ago.
A two month introduction crossing Jordan and Israel pretty much set the path of chasing horizons.
The beauty is that there are endless.
Hyla's compassion is none less.
Her horizons were a coast to coast tour across Canada not long ago.
Don't have a cow,
woman.
Combining the variety, solitude and remoteness,
the scenery is that much more spectacular.
One of our last rather big gulch grinds before we fetch some water.
Then a big payback in the way of an seemingly endless descent into Hatch.
………….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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