 Camp Bliss, right of Pine trees |
 The Arkansas on its way to the Mississippii |
8/8/2011 Texas Creek to 7m North of Salida.
D68k, T 3.5hrs, Av. 18.77 Total 3807km
After a much needed drug assisted sleep, that was intermittently disturbed by gophers digging in the silt beneath the palace, knowing the foundations would withstand the onslaught, I sleep on. I just hoped they didn’t have a penchant for plastic or synthetic cloth.
It was a fresh morning 13 degrees, but was heralding a brilliant day. I wasn’t sure if the stomach disorder had settled. Hoping so I packed the paniers and carried them back over the swing bridge that spanned the Arknsas river on which banks I spent the night.
The road continued to follow the river, such beautiful scenery, the rock formations now took on an ochre hue which in the early morning light was stunning.
I stopped to talk to an artist who at the time was in the early stages of putting paint on canvas. He had a gallery in Salida. ( pronounced Sal eye da).
Knowing I still needed to rest I decided to call Salida it for the day. I arrived there about 1700hrs, had a browse about.
Going to Wally mart to see if I could replace my camera, doing so with a negative outcome due to their stocking of only basic compact Canon Ixus models.
Consequently the only new pics today are a couple I took on a camera that took an SD card like mine, these at the camp at Sweetwater.
I had a steak and pasta for tea, the most costly meal to date. A guy from Florida joined me, he had done some touring also. Interestingly he was riding through East Tennessee, his nostrils were overcome by ammonia in an isolated area. This only means one thing: a meth lab. He said he upped the pace and moved on.
The evening was superb, deciding to push onto a camp area 8m out of town, riding till almost dark its located was found.
It was on the Arkansas River, not an overnight area, but the old adage, arrive late and bail early was being enacted here.
It was desert country, clearing the rocky ground of prckly pear was priority in the interest of keeping air in my down bed.
The camp set up, I brewed a tea and gazed at the crystal clear sky, taking time to reflect, this is Colarado. Due to the friendliness and welcoming of the people here, it feels like I am in just another part of Australia.
Relaxed and feeling I had beaten the bug, the nest was welcome, especially again with cool night temps requiring the scrot to be utilised. Soothing thoughts were soon overcome with the early oblivion of sleep.
D68k, T 3.5hrs, Av. 18.77 Total 3807km
After a much needed drug assisted sleep, that was intermittently disturbed by gophers digging in the silt beneath the palace, knowing the foundations would withstand the onslaught, I sleep on. I just hoped they didn’t have a penchant for plastic or synthetic cloth.
It was a fresh morning 13 degrees, but was heralding a brilliant day. I wasn’t sure if the stomach disorder had settled. Hoping so I packed the paniers and carried them back over the swing bridge that spanned the Arknsas river on which banks I spent the night.
The road continued to follow the river, such beautiful scenery, the rock formations now took on an ochre hue which in the early morning light was stunning.
I stopped to talk to an artist who at the time was in the early stages of putting paint on canvas. He had a gallery in Salida. ( pronounced Sal eye da).
Knowing I still needed to rest I decided to call Salida it for the day. I arrived there about 1700hrs, had a browse about.
Going to Wally mart to see if I could replace my camera, doing so with a negative outcome due to their stocking of only basic compact Canon Ixus models.
Consequently the only new pics today are a couple I took on a camera that took an SD card like mine, these at the camp at Sweetwater.
I had a steak and pasta for tea, the most costly meal to date. A guy from Florida joined me, he had done some touring also. Interestingly he was riding through East Tennessee, his nostrils were overcome by ammonia in an isolated area. This only means one thing: a meth lab. He said he upped the pace and moved on.
The evening was superb, deciding to push onto a camp area 8m out of town, riding till almost dark its located was found.
It was on the Arkansas River, not an overnight area, but the old adage, arrive late and bail early was being enacted here.
It was desert country, clearing the rocky ground of prckly pear was priority in the interest of keeping air in my down bed.
The camp set up, I brewed a tea and gazed at the crystal clear sky, taking time to reflect, this is Colarado. Due to the friendliness and welcoming of the people here, it feels like I am in just another part of Australia.
Relaxed and feeling I had beaten the bug, the nest was welcome, especially again with cool night temps requiring the scrot to be utilised. Soothing thoughts were soon overcome with the early oblivion of sleep.
