Left camp early with temps in the upper 30’s. The first eight miles or so were all downhill and it was cold. My fingers felt like blocks of ice. Had to stop once to warm them up. I rode with Mark so I could follow him through Albuquerque. What a pleasant big town. It was very bike friendly. Had color coded bike path signs, a bike boulevard that went through most of the town, and special bike lanes at certain intersections. This was my one and only big town that I’ve liked so far.
This is a picture from the west side of town looking way down town. We rode 20 miles through town and it was not hairy at all.
These are some of the things we rode through. And this is Mark.
As I was approaching our hotel for tonite, this is the view from about five miles away. I am not kidding that it is out in the middle of nowhere. There is nothing here but the casino and a gas station. So Wierd.
Across from the gas station was an abandoned historic rte 66 bridge over the Rio Puerto which is totally dry right now.
About six miles from our camp this morning, we went through a town called Tijeras. Two miles to the west of it, we were supposed to hear the singing hiway where when cars were going eastbound, we would hear America, the beautiful. We stopped twice in the area where we tho’t it should be but we didn’t hear anything. I was hoping we would so I wouldn’t be so skeptical. But, alas, I’m still skeptical.
My bruised chest is better but still quite painful. Hard to roll over in bed. I feel every bump on the road and try to brace for them but I miss a lot. That is the worst part.
47.3 miles today. 5322.8 total
BikerAl Across America 2018 