The Great Transition
Trip Start Dec 31, 2012
94Trip End May 04, 2013
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The road we took, at least the first thirty miles or so, could be called a Motorcyclist's Dream. It was twisty and curvy and had lots of ups and down to it. One caveat stood out: a sign that blatantly stated "Since 2006, ten people have died on this road." Gives one pause to reflect, especially with my somewhat recent MVA accident history. The road had little traffic today, so it would have been perfect for a cruise. One curve was so tight, that it had a 10 MPH suggested speed. A one-eighty of sorts with as small radius. Groovy! The fun area stops just short of the town of Leakey. A coincidence, I assume. Can you imagine the choices in high school team mascots?
Shorty has plenty of power to negotiate the Texas Hills and didn't heat up or complain in any way at all. The AC did it's job barely. After about seventy miles or so, as we "transitioned" from Spring to Summer, we needed it. Since we were only used to tenps in the seventies, we are learning all over again about what the desert heat is like.
We pulled over after about a hundred miles into a Picnic Area on the right side of the road. Not much was there, but a few tables with Ramadas sheltering them. There was a good bit of "Texas Breeze", so lots of trash was scattered about. In normal times, we would have cleaned it up, but today was not a normal day. I think that someone had set the temp to "Hot."
Before long we had passed into territory that we recognized from our trip here in 2011. New trees abound...Mesquites and Creasote Bushes. Some of our favorites...
As we checked in at the Park, the thermometer read 93. Nice and "toasty" and approaching "roasting", as my sidekick, Tonto, would say.
Again, since we're in the middle of somewhere, we have no phone service with Verizon. This is AT&T Country, Podna...
The WiFi here is fine for us and lets us keep in touch very well. Don't call us and we won't call you. Deal?
We sat outside in Shorty's shade and read a bit. An old friend, a Cactus Wren, sat in the tree next to me and sang his "song." I've heard it said that it sounds like a car with a dead battery getting a jump-start. I tend to agree. We also saw and heard a Canyon Wren, which has a beautiful, melodious song.
It's warmed up into the Roasting Range of 96, as I type this at four thirty in the afternoon portion of another fine day. Once again, by merely looking ahead, we've found another great spot on the Creator's earth.
Tomorrow we'll take the tour of the petroglyphs in the Canyon and see what the indigenous people left for us to see. We'll take the morning tour by choice.
More later...pics tomorrow.