![]() ![]() The camp host told me that since it was Memorial Day, a site could only be booked for the 3-day weekend. I went back to the main road, and went in through the main park entrance. I followed that route, but quickly realized that it was a sand trail on the other side, designed for mountain bikes. There was no ranger there, but a River worker told me that the campsites were on the other side of the river, and I might reach them by going over the bridge, since I had a bike. I had set my GPS to get me to Leasburg Dam State Park, but it directed me to the Day Use area. Couldn’t just be that they have indoor plumbing. I took pictures of the Rio Grande, but it’s not very impressive in this area. Maybe it was the green chili shake? It was a slow slog for the next 20 miles through shifting winds along the Rio Grande. I didn’t feel too good after that big lunch. My lunch was the World Famous Green Chili Cheeseburger (fantastic – big grilled burger for $7.99), which included a side. I ate it all, but will stick with chocolate in the future. As a tourist, I had to try the Green Chili Shake, with chunks of cooked green chili. She said that green chili releases endorphins. I stopped in Hatch, at the place Nicki recommended – Sparky’s. This was not just an isolated puddle – whole orchards were flooded. They grow pecans in this area, and for some reason, seem to like to flood the trees. Many times during the day, I thought about the 4 guys from Team Edmonton that were trying to make El Paso that day. This sign caught my eye, as it described the capricious wind that often shifted to 10-20 mph in my face, or tried to blow me into traffic or off the pavement. ![]() He also said that he had a tailwind, which would be bad for me. He said that Texas west of Pecos was flat, with roads extending to the horizon in a whole lot of nothing. He had gone 3000 miles so far, but apparently was not using ACA maps, so I let him study mine. While eating my mango ice cake, I met Max, who is doing a grand loop tour from Chicago. The ice cake truck product was 5 cents – this one was $2.99. At the next town, Arrey, I tried this mango thing, because it reminded me of the ice cake that I got from the truck in intermediate school. I was headed south on 187, following the standard ACA route, so we parted ways. “Organics for Everyone” is their philosophy.įerdinand headed north on 187, to try to hitch a ride towards Colorado. At Animas Creek Honey and Herb Farm, they grow vegetables at an affordable price, which they sell in a store next to the Black Range Vineyards in Hillsboro. She mentioned that someone wanted to reopen the mine, but that it was just to get the water rights and sell them, which, as a farmer, she opposes. Originally from Connecticut, she had similar political views to Ferdinand and myself. Outside the store, we met Cindy, who was delivering some bags of spinach. Ferdinand was at the store when I got there – that’s his bike in the background. Glad I didn’t have to go over those mountains. Fabian, if you’re reading this, I would love to have a picture of those animals. He got some good pictures with his camera. 20 steps over the ridge from our camp was the river, and Fabian saw a Javelina sow with 2-3 piglets. I included this picture to remind me that there are Javelinas (Peccaries) in the area. Headlights were the mandatory accessory in the morning. My plan was to leave later, since my distance would be more conservative, and since I would be slower. By 5:30, all the others were actively making breakfast and packing. I was up at 4:30, and by 5, heard activity outside. ![]()
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