We’ve been on the road for 1 month. We’ve experienced so much already, it’s difficult to imagine how all those memories fit in one month’s time. In some ways, it feels like we’ve been gone for much longer.
The day off in Silver City did our bodies good. We met up with Adam & Bridgette, hikers doing the Continental Divide Trail, and John who is biking The Divide. These guys have it rough, dirt roads and sometimes no road at all, no service stations, and drinking from livestock tanks. It’s amazing how a healthy dose of downward social comparison can help us see that we have it pretty good! Our roads are for the most part paved, we have much better chances of running into something or someone that can provide food, and we have access to potable water.
We crossed the Continental Divide heading out of Silver City. During a break in traffic, Scott peed on both sides to verify one side flowed to the Atlantic and the other to the Pacific. Thankfully, the science experiment ended before the next car passed.
We took a lunch break at a little multipurpose store in the Gila River valley. It’s the only store for miles. You can get everything from the tank filled, transmission fixed, bait & ammo, groceries for dinner, documents notarized, and judging by the commings, goings and overall milling about, it’s where you come to catch up on everyone’s business, from world affairs to local gossip.
As we were leaving I noticed I had picked up a hitchhiker.
We were visited by more headwinds, which slowed us down considerably. We have a general rule that we’re off the road by sunset, but today we just couldn’t get the miles done and were not in an area with suitable stealth camping opportunities. The upside is the wind died down with the setting sun. It’s beautiful to ride at night, but it makes us both nervous even though we were on a rural forest road and only had a few cars pass us. We have lights and are covered in reflectors, but to drivers, we probably look more like a floating spaceship. Historically, there’s been a mixed response to alien invasion in New Mexico. We’d rather not take our chances.
We’re camped tonight just over the border in Arizona.