On these short trips, day 3 seems to always be the wild card day. We wanted to play in the west and the Magnificent 7 were lining up.
Who is James Coburn? Or Yul Brynner?
Or Steve McQueen?
We rolled out, our normal 15 to 20 minute ride to dirt.
What about these Robledo Mountains, what’s that all about? I don’t know why, but I like saying that name. I’m sure I’m ruining it with my white boy ways, too bad, rowbleedoh!! We stuck our butts in the wind at a trail head, west of I25, north of I-10.
We were west of the Radium Springs area, am I the only one that wants to call it Radiator Springs?
Fun little fact, Douglas MacArthur’s father was stationed here in this area at Ft. Selden and so he spent 2 years here as a little boy. He learned to ride and shoot in this same area, before he learned to read and write. I secretly, and perhaps stupidly, yearn for a time that learning to ride and shoot took precedence. Canyons and washes take precedence today!
Pedro Robledo was a dude that came over from Spain and was part of the Onate Expedition. His soldiering life boiled down to this, fight some locals to the death or jump off a cliff. He chose the latter and died in 1598 and is buried somewhere around here. In case you were wondering about the name Robledo. And if you’ve been paying attention, yes Dona Ana was a descendant, her Mom was Pedro’s daughter.
Then we were six….one of us left to go get coffee….and drive back to SA.
We rowbleedo around for a bit more. Made me think of weeblewobbles. Heck, even they rode motorcycles!!! What are yall doing?
Eventually we made our way on some dirt roads crisscrossing the area, think BLM madness. I was also thinking about how those **** weebles have a cab over camper.
We got some good clean riding in!!!
We flew the drone in this little slot canyon.
Things started getting a little hairy. Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down….or do they? This involved some handle bars and knocking the air out of yourself. All is well, we keep going.
Lunch time….good little spot!
After lunch we had to make our collective way out of this pretty big canyon. Little trouble, some were prettier than others.
Well, let’s just say folks do fall down, from time to time and it’s part of our game. This was a nasty down hill, sketch for all of us. One in our group didn’t fare so well.
We had to go in triage/problem solving mode. His wrist was either severely sprained or broken. We wrapped his wrist up, and then Sander doubled up to get him out of the desert.
We had to keep getting creative, I rode out with double backpacks and we all scouted the fastest way out to pavement.
Couple of us rode back to the hotel and got my truck, loaded our patient and his bike up.
Could have been worse, glad he is ok! I wonder if they would have been holding hands even if he wasn't hurt? Pink jersey?
We all went out and grabbed some pizza and beer, super fun night! And the patient bought!!
Not sure about the furry driving the bike on our way home!! What the? They weren't wearing pink. Just saying.
Well that’s a wrap. I learned me some stuff. And if I ever make it back out this way, I got a good feel for things. Thanks Sander for heading this up, leading the posse and getting it on our radar! Well done sir!!!! We are winding down, bikes are loaded and we are trying to kill some brain cells within walking distance of our bed. Winning.