8.15.06 - Road Kill Everywhere You Look
ABM's blog lives on! Forgot what day it is...Time has no meaning out here. Survival and struggle. Yesterday morning, I threw a weary right leg over my ride, and left Grand Junction, Colorado, headed west on I-70, a couple exits over into Utah, wondering if this would be anything like Rt 59, between Gilette and Wright, Wyoming:
ROAD KILL CAPITOL OF THE WORLD: Flattened out 'kill everywhere....especially near trails and swails...(for city-slickers, that means hill crests and little valleys near critter crossings). Rabbits, prarie dogs, deer, antelope, porcupines, and some weird sh-- I can't put a name to..Never seen anything like it. You'd never need a weapon to shop for food if you lived along 59...The town I crashed in last night had 400 auto-related deer fatalities last year alone...Lost count of all the Antelope grazing right alongside the road. A geezer couple pulled in last night with a CHAIN HOLDING THEIR FRONT BUMPER TO THE FRAME! So much wildlife out here, it makes Custer State Park look like someone's back yard. From one, two or three, to herds of 50-75, they munch on GREEN fields of clover growing in the valleys. Problem is, they have to cross the freakin' road to get there...Venison, anyone?...
RIDING TODAY: ....A delicate balancing act between wild country exploration and available petrol...twice yesterday, the distance between ANYTHING, gas stations included, was 100 miles. When you're sporting a shaved down 3.5 gallon chopper tank, gas becomes a real issue-- Through the Valley of the Gods, White Canyon, and over Lake Powell's Glen Canyon, the beginning of Grand Canyon--some consider it to be even more beautiful than it's overvisted sibling.
Surrounded by Indian reservations, (which they refer to as "THE RES."), ABM is planning on doing some jewlery shopping at one of the little huts occasionally seen inside the reservation. Buying their stuff from a "white-eye" in town, is out of the question..The sun is breaking on the horizon, the road looks dry (except for the overnight dead stuff), and once again, it's time to ride....
ROAD KILL CAPITOL OF THE WORLD: Flattened out 'kill everywhere....especially near trails and swails...(for city-slickers, that means hill crests and little valleys near critter crossings). Rabbits, prarie dogs, deer, antelope, porcupines, and some weird sh-- I can't put a name to..Never seen anything like it. You'd never need a weapon to shop for food if you lived along 59...The town I crashed in last night had 400 auto-related deer fatalities last year alone...Lost count of all the Antelope grazing right alongside the road. A geezer couple pulled in last night with a CHAIN HOLDING THEIR FRONT BUMPER TO THE FRAME! So much wildlife out here, it makes Custer State Park look like someone's back yard. From one, two or three, to herds of 50-75, they munch on GREEN fields of clover growing in the valleys. Problem is, they have to cross the freakin' road to get there...Venison, anyone?...
RIDING TODAY: ....A delicate balancing act between wild country exploration and available petrol...twice yesterday, the distance between ANYTHING, gas stations included, was 100 miles. When you're sporting a shaved down 3.5 gallon chopper tank, gas becomes a real issue-- Through the Valley of the Gods, White Canyon, and over Lake Powell's Glen Canyon, the beginning of Grand Canyon--some consider it to be even more beautiful than it's overvisted sibling.
Surrounded by Indian reservations, (which they refer to as "THE RES."), ABM is planning on doing some jewlery shopping at one of the little huts occasionally seen inside the reservation. Buying their stuff from a "white-eye" in town, is out of the question..The sun is breaking on the horizon, the road looks dry (except for the overnight dead stuff), and once again, it's time to ride....
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