Albuquerque 2000

Betty rolled 2000 miles yesterday. That’s 26 days in 5 states visiting 6 national and 2 state parks biking, hiking and touring canyons, hoodoos, reefs, goblins, mesas, dunes and arches. The Apple pedometer credited us with 327,316 steps for 132.9 miles which surprised us when we added them up today. With all three of us feeling travel-weary from moving every day for the last 7 days in a row, we decided to slow down, restock and base camp at Kirtland AFB in Albuquerque, NM. The rough riding trip from Mesa Verde to Kirtland was 300 miles of elevation change through … Continue reading Albuquerque 2000

House Hunters Mesa Verde

Around 500 CE, the indiginous people of Colorado’s Mesa Valley region were living in underground pit houses and growing beans, corn and squash on a huge mesa at 8000 feet elevation. After a few hundred years, someone thought to climb down from that mesa and literally carve out a life on the cliffs out of the shear sandstone walls. Around 1200 CE, having fully developed the cliffside housing market of the mesa, they departed without a note or explanation as to why. Today Mesa Verde is a National Park bringing in thousands of property hunters to scout out a condo … Continue reading House Hunters Mesa Verde

Hit and Run to Moab

Life after Zion is starting to feel like a hit and run. Hit the road, run through the sights and hit the road again. Driving Betty is heavy workload in graduating elevations with rumble strip lanes and dish rattling pavement. Exploring in the never-ending cold and rain is tipping the scales to tiresome. We keep thinking grey skies are gonna clear up, so we put on our happy “go” face, this time running from goblins to arches and canyons. But first, chores. With no bars for 3 days, we were behind on posting blogs. Library. All our warm clothes were … Continue reading Hit and Run to Moab

Wetwalkers

Big hike and bikes require rest and stretch, best accomplished with a good book, laundry and a stroll downtown. After one western omelet, two Motrin, and a few chapters in Eric’s Streets of Laredo and Sheri’s Breaking my Cover – My Life as a CIA Spy, we gathered up our dirty canyon clothes, donned our wetwalker suits and took the tram from the Visitor Center to stop 5 in Springdale. Where Bryce Canyon City had a South of the Border feel, Springdale has an unpretentious small town Western vibe with all-budget lodging choices, fine art galleries aside souvenir shops, brew … Continue reading Wetwalkers

Next time bring rope

If a trail isn’t closed, we’ve hiked it. Biked to it. Taken a tram to it. Pictured it. Blogged about it. Yesterday we were wondering if there was anything else in Zion to see. Anything else to explore. We’ve exhausted all the park gift shops, which don’t have Sheri’s want of a dashboard hoodoo or an 8×10 matted horizontal framed picture of a Zion landmark. So we asked the internet – what’s unmarked in Zion? “Take the tram to Canyon Junction and walk 1/2 mile to the first switchback leading to the Mt. Carmel tunnel. There you will find a … Continue reading Next time bring rope

Chasing Waterfalls

Neither snow, nor rain, nor cold, nor hail of last night kept us from making our appointed Zion rounds today. As we sat in the dark, listening to 6 hours of roof pounding rainplops and hammering hail … wishing we had enough bandwidth to stream the season finale of Game of Thrones … and wondering if this was a prelude for the week to come … we thanked our lucky stars that at least we had come down from the high altitude alpine conditions of Bryce where snow was accumulating and temperatures were forecast in the 20’s and 30’s for … Continue reading Chasing Waterfalls

Hoodoos to Hurricane

A loud thud woke us from our cryogenic sleep chamber and sent Eric scrambling into his flannels to investigate what outside forces were afoot. 6:38am and no apparent culprit, we pulled up the jacks to frontrun the looming snowfall. No electric means no coffee means no go without Joe. A few hundred yards outside the park is Bryce Canyon City, sister city to the east coast’s South of the Border. But instead of Pedro, you get Ruby. Instead of fireworks you get rocks and gems. Everyone gets crappy souvenirs and dinosaur statues. We pulled into her laundromat since we’d hiked … Continue reading Hoodoos to Hurricane

sMiley Pa’rus

On any given sunny day in Utah, 12,000+ visitors hit Zion like a Wrecking Ball.  They come for The Climb, and whether you’re in a wheelchair or can free scale a thousand feet of polished granite, Zion is ready for you. The canyon runs 15 miles from its dramatic entrance to the spectacularly narrow walls at its head with towering monuments that overwhelm your sense of space and time.  The Virgin River cuts through the prehistoric rock deposits of millions of years ago, and in modern times plays water supplier of the park and its gateway communities as well as … Continue reading sMiley Pa’rus

Prepare for Battle

In yesterday’s episode of Game of Thorns, Eric washes tubes in buckets trying to find the leaks that flattened his two tires the night before. Flat tires – the gift that keeps on giving. Happy Mother’s Day! After a few hours of pump and slump, we woke today to just one flat on Sheri’s Como. Progress! Today we’ll be stopping in St. George, Utah at Red Rock Cycles to replenish our tube supply and see if any of their mechanics want to weigh in on our deflating situation. It’s 160 miles Northeast to Zion National Park where we cash in … Continue reading Prepare for Battle

Game of Thorns

We rolled like Bourdain today – leaving Gila Bend for a 360 mile trek to Nellis Air Force Base in Sin City. Eric had no reservations about the drive, no reservations at the Desert Eagle Fam Camp and no reservations at a Specialized bike shop to fix Sheri’s two flat tires. The Como tire saga continues. You might recall that on our last trip to Tucson we ventured into a thorn patch disguised as a golf course and punctured 4 tubes and tires. Drama! They stored two months flat while Eric ordered ahead, picking up the new load in-store on … Continue reading Game of Thorns