We will post our journal for our upcoming stuff on Charley and Kamala in Tandem
Ok, ok, maybe not sitting around all blissed out talking scriptures with JC and Big Daddy. Not even an oasis full of virgins waiting to service my every need, but, hey, it’s heaven. These are the stairs at the beginning of a nice little loop trail just as you’re approaching Cloud Croft, New Mexico. Stepping up each of these is a step toward heaven. Yeah, I know, I huff and I puff and I can feel my knees begin to burn. But, I’m alive. I’m smelling the pines, and listening to the birds. Zig zagging between tall pines and firs, I find myself walking off the trial to avoid the ice, vistas of White Sands and Cloud Croft present themselves as the trail winds around the mountain. Mountain meadows, covered in last week’s snow lay beside stands of, now denuded, aspins as Kamala, Halalujah and I meander along the trail until the ice on the trail tells us to turn back.
It’s a cool, crisp Saturday and we are the only ones on the trail. I used to watch a lot of sports on TV, but about 12 years ago I gave it up. I loved it, but I just got tired of watching and made a decision to stop being a spectator and get out in IT. It was a really good decision. Now, I’m not a fanatic about it. If we go over to someone’s house and they are watching a game, I watch, I participate, I can still appreciate a good shot, a good play, a nice, bone crunching tackle. but, frankly, none of them can come anywhere near the feeling of a walk in the woods, or a ride on the bike, or a paddle across the lake in a canoe. It’s the DOING, that make the difference. I have gone to High School sporting events, not for the thrill or the excitement, but because I knew the students playing in them. I got excited for them; yelled in support, felt great when they won and sad when they lost, but, I’ve got to tell you watching the most exciting sport doesn’t even come close to “climbing that stairway to heaven”. Nike had it right in their slogan, “Just do it” . And, here’s a little secret, do it with a really good friend and it’s like icing on the cake.
Cycling to recycle, cycling for groceries, saving the planet, saving gas, saving money, saving our lives.
Planned in March is our “waltz across Texas” to see the springtime wildflowers in all their glory. One of the greatest components of a tour is in the planning. Maps are spread out; thoughts of routes begin to develop. Gear is set out, repaired, tuned up. Anticipation again takes hold.
No Jury Duty.– We had to return for Kamala’s jury duty, but she was dismissed right away, so now to figure out where we go for Christmas, which by the way, we wish you a Merry one.
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The Test – Kamala’s handiwork on sewing the new canvas proved a success. We are going to have to work on a “packing up” technique in foul weather. Here we are in Tucumcari New Mexico just before the real snow hit. An electric heater and an electric blanket had made our little sanctuary very cozy and the night went well, but as the snow continued to pile up we found it had all the inconvenience of a tent. If you’re in a tent and it’s time to leave, you’re going to pack a wet tent and will have to pull it out to dry somewhere down the road. So we packed up, icicles and all. It would have to dry out later, but as in life itself, it’s the dichotomy that reveals the charm.
Part of the gaggle?, herd?, flock? vatos? whatever, of Turkeys that strolled through our Camp Site at Palo Duro Canyon and flew up into the cotton wood trees about 50′ away to roost. We counted at least 40. The place was certainly paradise for them. The closest that I have ever gotten to a wild Turkey before was maybe 50 yards and they ran/flew like mad when they sensed me.
About an hour’s drive east of Lubbock Texas the flat, flat, cotton fields drop off about 300′ into a narrow canyon about 5 miles across and right in the middle sets Post Texas, population around 5,000. We vacationed a couple of days here. On a leisurely bicycle ride it took us about 30 min. to circumnavigate this metropolis. Cozy, well-kept neighborhoods indicated a comfortable affluence, but we were a bit taken back by this wide avenue leading to the courthouse. It has to rank right up there with Tienanmen Square and the Kremlin. I suppose it’s for their Petroleum Princes Parade or something. (this is one of the few pictures we have that doesn’t have one of those Oil Grasshoppers bobbing up and down).
Kamala and I have finally completed our project of restoring the little pop-up trailer. Kamala has done a fantastic job of sewing the canvas. I mean great. Not having sewn very much in her life and to take the old canvas, cut a pattern from it and sew the heavy material together is just amazing. I have played more of a support role, you know, giving my opinion, making Kamala a cup of coffee, putting a microwave dinner on or telling her what a wonderful job she’s doing. It’s been a little tough, but fun at the same time and now it’s ready to roll, so we are taking off for a couple of weeks. The list has been checked, the bike and the dog packed and we’ll be rolling out tomorrow morning. Actually it’s just a little test run around West Texas and eastern New Mexico as we have to be back in a couple of weeks, so Kamala can do her civic duty as a juror and then I have my own jury duty the first week of January. I’ve been thinking of committing some minor crime, not enough to go to jail, but just enough to get convicted of a felony so I won’t have to do this jury crap. I’d rather dispense soup at the homeless shelter or give free condoms to hookers… ah, but that’s another rant for another time.
With trepidation and caution, we drove our tandem to a flat area and rode October 27th for 5 miles. The doctor told Charley not to ride for five months but it had only been 8 weeks. We believe that he was afraid of us falling. No joke, after all that pain, Charley was afraid also. Me too, for that matter.
As far as the ride goes, however, there was no pain in the shoulder. Slowly, gently we rode around quiet neighborhood streets. It felt good–a return to normalcy. We gradually, very gradually, increased our daily mileage. Our butts seemed the most out of shape. We’re back!