So I left Santa Fe, for the moment, and headed down to Albuquerque.
Saturday's demo was out at Elena Gallegos, and I was able to get out
there early enough to take a quick spin before i had to get to work. It
is always nice to be able to do that because you end up with some sense
of trail conditions for bike set up.
The desert. It felt like going back in time.
I had a pleasant spin, then it was work time. A successful demo. People
seemed happy. It got petty warm at around 3 so I packed it in and
headed east, to Otero. I had always heard of this trail but had never
been poised to pluck it, but today was the perfect opportunity.
It was eerily like riding back in Central Texas. Same soil structure,
very similar foliage. And the heat. Though it was only in the nineties
and blessedly un-humid, the afternoon had that quiet, languid summer
feel to it. Sort of Texan, sort of Mediterranean. The heat driven scent
of dust. Gnats, white hot in the shafts off light filtering down
through the cedar canopy, flitted berzerkly about. Where do they get so
much energy? We're in an energy crisis but these little dynamos could
power a car with their incessant flitting about. Forget bio-diesel,
bio-gnat-diesel is what I'm screamin'.
I did run squarely into the Man further up the trail.
And more ominously:
UXO, welcome back to Southeast Asia.
And so it was. A pleasant ride indeed. I had a lovely dinner down in
Old Town and then headed up to Santa Fe bright and early the next day
(Father's Day) for a demo up off the Winsor. And from there it was but
a hop, skip and jump up the road to Durango. Another demo. The usual
two pack of rides. And a game of croquet.
Next stop, Crested Butte.