El Dia Tres – Mas ( you know…more of three)
Interesting bunch of 4 wheeler folks. All of them were younger chaps and one guy had his young son hitched up on the back of his rig. Little dude was maybe 8 or 9, out hanging with his Dad and his mates. Looked like he was having the time of his life. Heck, we probably looked the same way to him…just with gray hair.
We kind of leapfrogged up the mountain with them. They’d stop to do whatever and we’d get past. We’d stop to take picts and they’d come wheeling along - kicking up an awful dust storm going by.
We met up with them at the top. I rode over to visit…immediately was offered a cold Telcate. We talked about all the cool riding here and they wanted to know about riding in our Hill Country. So much for thoughts of ambush shenanigans along the trail…
Climbing along at ever higher altitude became noticeable on the old pig…especially coming up out of a switchback.
Course, on a KLR, how can you really tell? 
Think the highest we saw was something like 9200’.
The view from on high.
And further along the trail…
Three of the finest riding chaps a feller could ever hope to enjoy the company of. More about that later...
Eventually we started coming down on final approach to Reyones.
Reyones is a smaller town…doesn’t cover a lot of area proper but you start seeing pecan and avocado orchards along the river way before coming into town. Where there is water, there will be agriculture. Where there is agriculture there will be folks living in towns of relative comfort. The place even has a gas station and “paved” streets. Yep, every street I saw in town was made just like this. Now, how the heck do you build streets like this?
Remarkably smooth to ride on. Not nearly the hemorrhoid bashing one might expect.
Relatively minor changes in elevation (as compared to Colorado standards) cause the landscape here to look drastically different. Like going from mountain rain forest to desert within only a three or four thousand feet change. Kind of jerks around the senses in a surreal sort of way.
After becoming
almost numb from all the spectacular scenery along the trail, we eventually came into beautiful Galeana - way earlier than our usual racing with the sun kinds of afternoons where I look at the GPS and see we have 45 minutes to go 55 miles and it's getting kinda chilly already. More latent trauma from that snotcicle run...I'll eventually get past it.
Beautiful town with lots of options for diner, watering holes and a couple of ferretarias (hardware stores) where we could start to replenish and repair what the trail hath wrought.
They had a holiday festival on the square going on that was pretty cool. Kind of nice to have some time to enjoy this place.
Tomorrow…*my most very favoritest awesomest day*.
Bring on the canyon, rocks, rivers and gliding toward the edge of the world.
Bring on El Dia Quatro!
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What a great report!...Incredible Picture's...Awesome!
