frogslinger
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I have been waiting to go to Moab Utah since I have known there was a Moab Utah. As most of y'all know (or should be able to tell from all the pics of the raptor that I have posted with my bikes in the back) I am a Mtn Biker. One of my oldest riding buddies is assigned to Hill AFB and we coordinated a get together about 8 months ago. One of my local freinds is a budding rock climber and agreed to come bike with me if I went climbing with him. He had a two week climbing vacation in the Black Hills, and then part of the group he was with was going to climb in Santa Fe New Mexico, so I would pick him up there on my way out for our week in Utah. His great Dane would be staying at my house for the entire three weeks and keeping my dogs and neighbors in check.
I got off work Friday morning, finished loading the truck, took a quick kip and headed out. West TX can be very boring when you have to drive across it. There are lots of windmills though. The largest windfarm in the world sits along the ridges that define the path of the railway line that made the towns in this area flourish and that now set the path of I-20, the major east-west path across much of the country (it turns into I-10 a few hundred miles west of me and runs all the way out to Cali).
After several hours of driving I crossed into New Mexico at a small town called Texico (there is also a Texahoma and a Texarkana no word on a Texisiana though). West TX is nowhere near as boring as New Mexico. The speed limits are higher in NM though so that was good. I set the EcoTrip function on the Garmin to see if it would match the fuel usage on the DIC.
I finally got to Santa Fe a few hours ahead of my buddy, hauled my bikes, luggage, hand gun and leaky beer cooler up to a cheap hotel room and went to bed. A few hours later Ken showed up. I told him the beers were in the shower (hey the cooler was leaking and i did not want a puddle on the floor) and went back to sleep.
Next morning we headed out for Utah. New Mexico was still boring. Gas was expensive and was only 85 octane. It started to get hilly. We crossed the continental divide and I noticed that the 5.4 was beginning to get a little out of breath. So was I. I checked the Altimeter on the GPS and it confirmed we were over 7000 feet. I stated to get a headache. The road started to descend and by the time we crossed into Colorado we were down to around 5K feet. The engine seemed happier. I know I was.
Less than two hours later we saw this;
The scenery had distinctly improved from NM...
About 25 miles south of town we got to see our first Arch (Wilson Arch)
Followed by more cliffs and mountain visages;
About 10 miles past Wilson Arch is the first real tourist trap;
I have been waiting to go to Moab Utah since I have known there was a Moab Utah. As most of y'all know (or should be able to tell from all the pics of the raptor that I have posted with my bikes in the back) I am a Mtn Biker. One of my oldest riding buddies is assigned to Hill AFB and we coordinated a get together about 8 months ago. One of my local freinds is a budding rock climber and agreed to come bike with me if I went climbing with him. He had a two week climbing vacation in the Black Hills, and then part of the group he was with was going to climb in Santa Fe New Mexico, so I would pick him up there on my way out for our week in Utah. His great Dane would be staying at my house for the entire three weeks and keeping my dogs and neighbors in check.
I got off work Friday morning, finished loading the truck, took a quick kip and headed out. West TX can be very boring when you have to drive across it. There are lots of windmills though. The largest windfarm in the world sits along the ridges that define the path of the railway line that made the towns in this area flourish and that now set the path of I-20, the major east-west path across much of the country (it turns into I-10 a few hundred miles west of me and runs all the way out to Cali).
After several hours of driving I crossed into New Mexico at a small town called Texico (there is also a Texahoma and a Texarkana no word on a Texisiana though). West TX is nowhere near as boring as New Mexico. The speed limits are higher in NM though so that was good. I set the EcoTrip function on the Garmin to see if it would match the fuel usage on the DIC.
I finally got to Santa Fe a few hours ahead of my buddy, hauled my bikes, luggage, hand gun and leaky beer cooler up to a cheap hotel room and went to bed. A few hours later Ken showed up. I told him the beers were in the shower (hey the cooler was leaking and i did not want a puddle on the floor) and went back to sleep.
Next morning we headed out for Utah. New Mexico was still boring. Gas was expensive and was only 85 octane. It started to get hilly. We crossed the continental divide and I noticed that the 5.4 was beginning to get a little out of breath. So was I. I checked the Altimeter on the GPS and it confirmed we were over 7000 feet. I stated to get a headache. The road started to descend and by the time we crossed into Colorado we were down to around 5K feet. The engine seemed happier. I know I was.
Less than two hours later we saw this;
The scenery had distinctly improved from NM...
About 25 miles south of town we got to see our first Arch (Wilson Arch)
Followed by more cliffs and mountain visages;
About 10 miles past Wilson Arch is the first real tourist trap;