Colorado Beckons
These tracks simply flow for miles…
Mandatory Picture here.
Betty runs the pumps at the local gas station in Liberty city (if you can call it that); she informs us he grandfather came from Dublin and like all Irish Americans wants to visit with him to ‘home ‘. He we told us 92 do better they get a move on me thinks. Liberty is another non descript place in W Oklahoma where we wheeled in for fuel ⛽️ some 140 miles ex Buffalo. Now we see the flat tracks indicated by many , mile after mile of straight sand roads punctuated every now and again by a 90 left or a 90 right . It’s dusty so we have to hang back a bit. Mick is still in the pilot seat; I can see his dust and hear the crack from the Akropovic. As he tries to shrewd the second tyre before Moab where another one is waiting. He sets a good pace, not trail pace by a long way all the way to Boyce where we collect Simon and plan to stop. 240 miles completed. Boyce is worse, there is nothing no food you could eat (burgers 🍔) no motel. Lavere is 130 miles through New Mexico into Colorado. It’s earlish ( 4) we can knock that out in 4 hours . New Mexico is barren but nice flowing gravel roads, all is well to 64 miles when we see the black clouds gathering. It does not take long to become a shower, then a thunderstorm a proper one.
Shelter from a storm
As it happens we came upon a farmers shed, open if dusty; there we planted ourselves to run out the now storm. That took all night … interesting with tents in a shed and thankfully farmer bill did not return before we were off at first light . That was sort of a mistake, we were told the roads were sloppy when wet but boy did we underestimate that one. Glass and water and cloggy mud. First trip on the arse but a slow one. A long spin to the dryer roads of Colorado and then The difference. Beautiful scenery, flowing roads and an aroma between new flowers and muck spreading. The moth ball would love this. It seems the thunderstorms want to follow us as another one brewed to the east running west. Our pilot put the hammer down dragging us at breakneck speed (and it was) to reach the sanctuary of Lavere just before the rains hit. That’s it, not attempting the rocky crossing with that in the air. Time to stop, regroup and clean up a bit.
Enduro.ie