Frosted flakes outside Chama, NM. And I thought it was going to be warm in the desert…
After a morning of 100 or more river crossings, Huck and I decided to seek out higher ground. We spend the majority of the day wandering around the Gila Wilderness far from any trail, thru tall grass and wide open pine forest.
Ghost bike for a cyclist killed by an automobile outside Silver City, NM.
Those desert skies tho – I’ve never seen any sunsets so chromatic, and it got better the further south we headed.