A Subconcious Predisposition for Unpaved Motorways

Trip Start Apr 12, 2009
Trip End May 01, 2009

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Flag of United States  , New Mexico
Wednesday, April 22, 2009

How I find myself in these reoccurring situations of front wheel drive off-roading I do not know.  I go into them with the adventurous spirit, curse myself the whole way for having such a spirit, and see it as an accomplishment afterwords.  It's almost not even a real trip unless I'm sliding down a dirt road from the top of a mountain at some point.  By that standard, it's safe to say that this has been a successful trip.

When I left from Taos I felt compelled to go a different way than the way I came for seemingly good reasons with obvious overtones of adventure.  I had a good idea what the dotted line portion of highway 120 east meant, but what I didn't realize is how dotted the line was.

My dotted line adventures in the past have mainly consisted of rather wide roads at least somewhat passable as 2 lane roads.  However, on this fateful trip back through Albuquerque I found myself facing down a road more suited for a dirt bike, or... hiking boots. 

In reality it wasn't all that bad to begin with, and the really nerve shattering moments could be counted with the hands and toes.  It proved as enough of a hazardous undertaking to make me sweat.

After this 20 mile stretch of road that took 2 hours to complete the drive was pretty smooth.  Emotionally drained, adrenaline depleted, boring smooth roads.  Aside from adding 2 hours to my overall time everything turned out pretty well. 

I had little issue settling right in at the hostel in Albuquerque once I got there.  I met a Japanese fellow on his way to the Grand Canyon, and after we firmly established where the language barrier was we decided to get drunk.  We had a grand ole time not really understanding what the other was saying, but toasting each time to the honesty of our lack of communicational skills.

The next morning I had planned to go and see the petroglyphs before I set out for Cloudcroft.  This attempt was foiled by some thugs who frequented the parking lot of the trail head to break into cars.  Thank goodness that I had been drinking with my Japanese friend the night before.  It was my lack of gumption for getting out of bed that put me at the petroglyphs just after a robbery had occurred.  3 cars with busted windows and empty interiors, all with out of state plates. 

I decided to hike to the very first petroglyphs, seeing that I had a window of safety while the police were there.  They were rather inspiring, but they probably would have been more so if I didn't have losing my earthly possessions on the brain. 

All in all I was quite successful in gliding about an inch above the dingy pond that is imminent disaster.  Hopefully such graceful timing and good tires will carry me to more of these types of adventures.  Though I morn for the loss of the items of my fellow travelers.
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