Waiting for word at the BBQ in Terlingua about your whereabouts I thought about the many situations that might have come up on your trip. And wondering how your (my?) friends, family, patients, etc.. would react / come to your aid.
You bring up an interesting point, Pete. I had a SPOT going. And assumed
EVERYBODY in Terlingua was following our every move.
Wrong.
I'd emailed the web link to Richard, but failed to take into account Richard didn't have a laptop, so wasn't watching from Terlingua. I'd also given the link to my gal friend, but she had computer problems and never looked once. I guess a buddy in Canada was watching, (who knows none of you guys), and John had a friend who was watching, but what if something terribly wrong had taken place? I guess my biggest fear was a kidnapping.
I, myself, certainly ride way differently down there. As in super cautious. And I don't give a D*** 'bout how silly I look, we gonna go slow and easy. No time for trying new tricks. You guys slip sliding around the Bend up there certainly had that on us.
I also suppose I rely on the locals quite a bit. More than once I imagined having to walk out, leaving the bikes somewheres. How many times have I knocked on a door and asked if I could spend the night? Glad that didn't happen 'cause usually the distances were a lot further than I imagined. But I guess that's what makes it an adventure. I guess we all find our "edge" somewhere.
Next time I'll put you to the SPOT list.
Next time you can lead, Mr Shadman. It's easy. All you have to do is follow John.