Tales...from the road...and Beyond:
Where the Streets Have No Name...
Headed out to Monument Valley, Az & Ut, via Rt #160.. It's getting a little late for the trip, as a quandry exists in when to head out on the highway.. In the mountains where we're ensconsed, at 10am the temp is hardly 65. Meanwhile on the desert floor, some 100 mi away, it can be 90 headed for 100 or better. Late start today, so we'll see what happens. Last night some Hare Chrisnas or something, 20 strong stayed up & beat on a drum, guitar, & flute.. As much as I am for religious freedom, if they pull that tonight, I'm going into town for a boom-box & an AC/DC disc of "Highway To H---".
Ignacio.. Not many people, but plenty of bikes next week:
This is a really small 'berg. Six something blocks l0ng, a couple wide. Adobe-style prevails. Home to the Southern Ute Indian Tribe, who have just finished a new gambling casino to go with the original.. Believe it or not, to the person, they no nothing of any biker rally. Where to go, where to stay, who's involved, or if one even exists. What makes this really peculiar is that their logo is on the flyer! If you're headed out this way, the rally lasts for one whole week, starting next Monday, with most people comming in Fri-Sat-Sun-Mon for the big Labor Day Blowout. The Ute tribe is brining in Three Dog Night, & Little River Band.. & giving away a new Harley Soft Tail.. Yeah, they don't know anything about the rally... We've come to expect this from the tribes, as this exact same stuff has happened to us in Montana, Az, Ut, & Idaho. No problem. If you're wondering why we're moving... Ignacio is some 70 miles from our encampment, way to far to commute. Backlit signs are already up warning of jailtime for anyone over the legal (beer) limit.. That's nice. They have all summer, but wait for the bikers to show before the big crackdown. So, what else is new? Sturgis had the tightest enforcement from the State boys we've ever seen, while the Town & locals laid back. What Gives???
Nathan Cloud, where are you??
So a lady from the Ignacio Chamber of Commerce sends us to nearby "Clouds" campground, explaining that if you're drunk, it's only six blocks from Ignacio.. So we're riding around, trying to find it. We stumble into the local Ute campground, not the right place.. they're advertising 5 bucks a night online, but it's more like 25.. and of course, even though Nathan Cloud is a bona-fide Ute, the dudes claim no knowledge of him, or where his campground is.. later on, we find that it's almost directly across the street..like I said, you get used to this don't tell the white man anything.. Anyhow, you could never tell this place is a campground.. it's a shack at the end of a dirt road. Nathan is a good dude, somewhat infirm, & his neice is running the show. He says to come back a week from Thursday. We agree that's a good idea because....
The Trout are REALLY Biting!
Now you know all about the ten-Rainbow limits we hooked into while the creek water was very high last week.. it was like every stinkin' rock had five or ten fish under it.. As the week wore on, the fish thinned out. Then, a very good thing happened.. The water level kept on falling, until over the last few days, all of the honey holes were exposed. The water cleared, & now you can tell exactly where they're ganged up. The average size went from 8-10 inches up to 12-14 inches, with an occasional.... 15 incher this morning. Actually, this one was a highly prized German Brown Trout.. a real fattie.. caught by throwing some bait over the top of a boulder, then flipping the sucker around some corners after the hookup. ABM's better half hooked up next, with a beautiful 16 inch Brown, only to lose it bankside at the very last minute...FAILURE TO LAUNCH. haha.
Rain? What's That?
ABM has been on the open road since July, and in that time, it has only rained once. Sturgis, the night of Lynyrd Skynyrd. That's when three bikers got struck by lightning in the Glencoe campground. Actually, it did precpitate one night here in the mountains, but that was sleet, at about 2am, for some 30 minutes. We incorrectly mentioned Telluride, Co as being 11,000 feet.. MAN WERE WE WRONG-- Try 14,000 feet. At this altitude, (even here at 8500 feet) you got to get used to drawing DEEP BREATHS, or you simply run out of Oxygen. Being in Florida compared to here is like sleeping in an oxygen tent! On the good side, it only takes one beer, (or one of anything) to get totally wasted. Economy, dude!
Comming soon...
Tales of "Avalance" Beer.. & the local biker club dude, who describes this little town as...
"Mayberry".
Keep checking back.. we'll keep trying to figure out life's great enigma...why Bikes are so Cool, & absolutely everything else...(except trout fishing)...SUCKS!
Headed out to Monument Valley, Az & Ut, via Rt #160.. It's getting a little late for the trip, as a quandry exists in when to head out on the highway.. In the mountains where we're ensconsed, at 10am the temp is hardly 65. Meanwhile on the desert floor, some 100 mi away, it can be 90 headed for 100 or better. Late start today, so we'll see what happens. Last night some Hare Chrisnas or something, 20 strong stayed up & beat on a drum, guitar, & flute.. As much as I am for religious freedom, if they pull that tonight, I'm going into town for a boom-box & an AC/DC disc of "Highway To H---".
Ignacio.. Not many people, but plenty of bikes next week:
This is a really small 'berg. Six something blocks l0ng, a couple wide. Adobe-style prevails. Home to the Southern Ute Indian Tribe, who have just finished a new gambling casino to go with the original.. Believe it or not, to the person, they no nothing of any biker rally. Where to go, where to stay, who's involved, or if one even exists. What makes this really peculiar is that their logo is on the flyer! If you're headed out this way, the rally lasts for one whole week, starting next Monday, with most people comming in Fri-Sat-Sun-Mon for the big Labor Day Blowout. The Ute tribe is brining in Three Dog Night, & Little River Band.. & giving away a new Harley Soft Tail.. Yeah, they don't know anything about the rally... We've come to expect this from the tribes, as this exact same stuff has happened to us in Montana, Az, Ut, & Idaho. No problem. If you're wondering why we're moving... Ignacio is some 70 miles from our encampment, way to far to commute. Backlit signs are already up warning of jailtime for anyone over the legal (beer) limit.. That's nice. They have all summer, but wait for the bikers to show before the big crackdown. So, what else is new? Sturgis had the tightest enforcement from the State boys we've ever seen, while the Town & locals laid back. What Gives???
Nathan Cloud, where are you??
So a lady from the Ignacio Chamber of Commerce sends us to nearby "Clouds" campground, explaining that if you're drunk, it's only six blocks from Ignacio.. So we're riding around, trying to find it. We stumble into the local Ute campground, not the right place.. they're advertising 5 bucks a night online, but it's more like 25.. and of course, even though Nathan Cloud is a bona-fide Ute, the dudes claim no knowledge of him, or where his campground is.. later on, we find that it's almost directly across the street..like I said, you get used to this don't tell the white man anything.. Anyhow, you could never tell this place is a campground.. it's a shack at the end of a dirt road. Nathan is a good dude, somewhat infirm, & his neice is running the show. He says to come back a week from Thursday. We agree that's a good idea because....
The Trout are REALLY Biting!
Now you know all about the ten-Rainbow limits we hooked into while the creek water was very high last week.. it was like every stinkin' rock had five or ten fish under it.. As the week wore on, the fish thinned out. Then, a very good thing happened.. The water level kept on falling, until over the last few days, all of the honey holes were exposed. The water cleared, & now you can tell exactly where they're ganged up. The average size went from 8-10 inches up to 12-14 inches, with an occasional.... 15 incher this morning. Actually, this one was a highly prized German Brown Trout.. a real fattie.. caught by throwing some bait over the top of a boulder, then flipping the sucker around some corners after the hookup. ABM's better half hooked up next, with a beautiful 16 inch Brown, only to lose it bankside at the very last minute...FAILURE TO LAUNCH. haha.
Rain? What's That?
ABM has been on the open road since July, and in that time, it has only rained once. Sturgis, the night of Lynyrd Skynyrd. That's when three bikers got struck by lightning in the Glencoe campground. Actually, it did precpitate one night here in the mountains, but that was sleet, at about 2am, for some 30 minutes. We incorrectly mentioned Telluride, Co as being 11,000 feet.. MAN WERE WE WRONG-- Try 14,000 feet. At this altitude, (even here at 8500 feet) you got to get used to drawing DEEP BREATHS, or you simply run out of Oxygen. Being in Florida compared to here is like sleeping in an oxygen tent! On the good side, it only takes one beer, (or one of anything) to get totally wasted. Economy, dude!
Comming soon...
Tales of "Avalance" Beer.. & the local biker club dude, who describes this little town as...
"Mayberry".
Keep checking back.. we'll keep trying to figure out life's great enigma...why Bikes are so Cool, & absolutely everything else...(except trout fishing)...SUCKS!
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