cyberhobo

Sante Fe, NM to Cedro, NM 11258 mi I’m the first up in the house, reading and quietly packing. Ann is next. She makes me a latte without asking, then worries that she’s forcing it on me. I hug her and tell her I’ll miss her coffee almost as much as I’ll miss her. I…

In the morning Ann makes me tea and toast and I read in bed for an hour while Wes sleeps. I find this extremely pleasant. Wes makes his breakfast, then Ann and I do a miserable job of frying eggs for ourselves. We eat them with the pumpkin waffles Bill sent with me while Wes…

Dixon, NM to Santa Fe, NM I have been finding excuses to stay at Bill’s. Snowstorms, then unusually cold nights. One last trip to Taos for food, coffee, and eye candy. It finally takes something outside of the bike trip to draw me away. I’ve called a girl in Santa Fe that I once fell…

Bill shares his life with me as he has in the past. His daughter Megan, now 15 and full tilt into puberty, comes home. On Sunday we pick up Sage, 6, and Tyler, 4. All beautiful, spirited girls. My dad gets a taste of how Bill and I operate before leaving on Monday. Life is…

Roswell, NM to Dixon, NM Christmas breakfast at Denny’s may not sound like a jubilant event, but we make it one. They serve us some surprisingly good food. It seems like a long, leisurely, luxurious meal. We talk and talk. It’s cold and rainy out. Determined to stick to our plan, I set out on…

Malaga, NM to Roswell, NM The drums work into a frenzy again and again during the night. Not loud, just present whenever I surface from sleep. They’re still going calmly when I leave in the morning. I get another cactus flat and fix it in the breeze. Amazingly, the sky is still the same as…

Ft. Stockton, TX to Malaga, NM I am truly thankful when the tire holds air. I pick up a couple of burritos on my way out of town. It’s cold and windy again, but that patch of clear sky is still up north. I go for it. The terrain is much flatter today, with very…

Sanderson, TX to Ft. Stockton, TX It’s cold again this morning, but only a few miles into Sanderson for breakfast. After that I try to return to a state of no expectations for another day’s ride. I need some kind of help to get there. It’s foggy, windy, and bitterly cold. It’s also uphill, and…

Del Rio, TX to Sanderson, TX I’m up early, grab a couple of breakfast burritos to eat in my warm room, then ride north out of Del Rio in a chilly mist. I have no expectations, no landmarks or towns to anticipate, nothing to do but ride until I’m tired. This helps me reach a…