Woke up this morning in a warm bed to the smell of brewing coffee. Importantly, there was no grit in my teeth or sand in my nose. The day is already starting spectacularly. A very special thank you to John & Donetta, our hosts from the Warm Showers network, for taking in and feeding two weathered cyclists.
We stopped by a coffee shop on our way out of town for a quick check of email. Thirty minutes turned into 3 hours as we became lost in the black hole of the interwebs. Then we were distracted by a large supermarket, which resulted in us leaving town with (in addition to the food we already had) 1lb of fig newtons, 2lbs of canned chicken, box of breakfast bars, a supersized bag of peppered beef jerky, a collection of avocado, apples, bananas and dates, a second tub of peanut butter, and mac & cheese (the squeezy cheese kind).
We finally left Las Cruces at 2:30pm for a 62 mile ride. We’re headed over a mountain pass tomorrow. We’re going to have to eat some of this weight.
Our ride for the day continues up the fertile Rio Grande valley.
We go through another immigration checkpoint. The standard question is “Are you both US citizens?”. We usually just get waived through, sometimes we don’t even come to a complete stop. Today though, we get agent Mc Nosey. She wants to know where we are going and our route for the next couple of days. We tell her we’re going to Phoenix, because that’s the short answer to her question. What road will we be on tomorrow, she asks. I don’t know what road I’m on right now, let alone what I’ll be on tomorrow. Trust me lady, I’m not muling anything on this bike. But if you’d like to check, I’d be very happy to go sit in your airconditioned booth. And while you’re at it, maybe you have some of that Mexican coke in there because I’m thirsty. This is why Scott is doing the talking. Though he’s not doing much better because he proceeds to tell her we’re going to El Paso, when in fact that is where we came from.
She finally waives us through, satisfied that we are just two dehydrated gringos, lost in the desert, a couple of hours away from becoming dried jerky ourselves.
We chase daylight for the last couple of miles and pull into the campground after dark, headlamps guiding the way.