Neva and I biked to Abiquiu from El Rito and hopped on the North Central Regional Transit District blue bus to Chama. The blue bus covers an extensive route of northern New Mexico and southern Colorado, making it easier for people in small towns to get their shopping done. All free of charge. There is a slightly higher tax on goods in the area to keep this wonderful bus system alive. There's a bike rack on front, a handi-capable ramp and helpful and friendly staff to assist. We had an hour layover at the Wal-Mart in Espanola and right across the street was an organic local food stand stocked with local veggies. The farmer's market in Espanola is only on Mondays, but this farmer has her stand up most days.
|Beautiful looking squash, garlic, onions and snap peas.|
We arrived in Chama, and noticed fairly quickly that the train is 'the thing' there. It was fun to watch as the conductor waved his arms around, directing the train forwards and backwards like a smoking symphony as the cacophonous efforts of many coalesced into the fluid movement of a multi-ton mass of metal, fueled by coal. Watching the train is hypnotic and seductive, and it's easy to catch yourself unable to turn away.
Neva was excited to see the steam train, but much to our surprise, she noticed a bright blue, familiar train on a nearby track. That's right, it's Thomas the Train. Star-struck, Neva could think of nothing better to do while taking a picture with Thomas than to immediately pretend to pick his nose.
Neva and I camped at the Chama RV Campground, which is right next to the train station. The campground also happened to be catty-corner from our route toward Pagosa Springs where we would head toward Del Norte to pick up the Divide again. However, the 160 leading to Pagosa Springs was closed due to fires. The flashing yellow sign next to the campground let us know we could go no further north, and that traffic was being redirected through Alamosa.
|That's smoke, not clouds in the distance.|
We decided to change our ticket from round-trip to one-way to Antonito and get to Del Norte through Alamosa as the sign had suggested. The first part of the ride is high up in the mountains, and you go through lots of aspens and pine trees.
There are different parts to the train. You can sit in your coach, middle (tourist) or first (parlor) class seat, or anyone can enjoy an outdoor view on the gondola. The train stops for lunch at the mid-way point in a little place called Osier. The cook staff greets the train, waving and smiling, and a delicious hot buffet awaits guests inside. It's all you can eat and quite the variety, so it's a good idea to save your appetite!
|View from the gondola.|
From there, you start to drop in elevation, and the forest turns to plains where you see lots of deer, elk, and antelope. We saw a mother elk and her new baby in the distance.
|Tis the season to see baby elk popping up. This one is no more than a month old, still showing evidence of the young calf camouflage spots.|
Getting closer to Antonito, the scenery turns to desert with lots of cool geological formations. We ended up passing through a movie set of a film called "100 ways to Die in the Southwest". As we passed by the trailers, sets, and actors, we received more welcoming waves. If the film makes it to the big screen, maybe you will see our heads poking out!
All to say, Neva very much enjoyed her train ride.
We arrived in Antonito on the train, and I had the 4th flat on the trailer. This one ended up being irreparable in that when I pumped up the tube to see where the puncture was, the entire stem came off when I removed the pump. My replacement tube had a half inch slit in it, and wouldn't patch. I hadn't gone through a town yet since the flats happened to replace my spare tube, so I was stuck, tubeless. Kind-hearted Rob came to the rescue, taking me all the way to Alamosa to pick up a tube. I got a slime tube and two spares this time. I'm hoping the slime tubes fare better than the 20" Schwalbe Marathon Plus tires.
|View from Rob's vacation cabin.|
Rob has a weekend getaway in Horca, and 'works' as a fly fishing guide while he's there. Seeing Rob all suited up and grinning, I could tell that working 6-7 days a week wasn't too hard on him. He dropped me off at the fly shop in Antonito, and off we went, not entirely sure where we were going, but continuing northbound.
We decided to reroute from Alamosa, and take an off-road route via road 15 to Monte Vista. The 15 takes you through an Amish community.
|And a safety triangle in back.|
We then entered the small town of Capulin, where we stopped for lunch. We met Richard and Sarah, the owners of Martinez Market, and the only store in a town pushing a population of 300. Richard rides his bike 6 times a week, and we enjoyed talking bike for a little bit. His in-depth knowledge of the areas' terrain and distances through a bikers' eyes was enlightening and helpful.
|Richard marveling at the load I'm carrying.|
Neva and I were heading right into a wall of smoke as we got closer to Monte Vista. I was told Del Norte not only had smoke, but very low visibility being just 14 miles east of South Fork, so we decided to hunker down in Monte Vista and see if we should re-route again. Biking through the town felt a little bit eerie with the red glow of the sun being blocked out by the smoke.
Neva and I stopped into Safeway to get some supplies and were greeted by smiling faces. Richard Jr. and Ann had seen us speaking with Richard Sr. earlier in Capulin. They offered us a place to stay, and we mused about outdoor adventures that evening over grilled shrimp and salad. Richard and Ann take full advantage of the beautiful land around them. Being regular hikers, they have quite the collection of arrowheads and pottery sherds from the area.
|Richard and Ann admiring the view.|
They drove me past the smoke, and we were able to get back on the divide through beautiful country, rolling hills, and families of antelope.
The gravel road portion is not very traveled, in good shape, with a rolling hill terrain that is any biker's paradise. Then you hit the pavement at Doyleville and turn onto the 50. The mosquitoes swarmed my flesh while large R.V.s and campers swarmed the road. Any means to avoid the highway 50 is advisable. It is only a twelve mile ride to Sargents, but we were very glad to see the town sign, even though it was difficult through yet another cloud of smoke. Visibility was at around a mile when we rolled up to the local gas station. We saw a bike out front and a hungry biker that looked relieved to be at the Sargents gas station as well. His name is Mike. He is from the UK, and was crushing the record for riding the GDT race, and was in first place.
|Mike fueled up and ready to ride.|
UPDATE: Mike made it and maintained first place, averaging 197.08 miles per day for 2,859.11 miles. Congratulations Mike! Check out the GDT site to see more of his stats.
We stayed the evening at the gas station which has many lodging options. You have a choice between the cabins for $40 or camping for $25.
I almost forgot, you can also rent a freaking teepee next to a creek for the evening for $25!
The owner of the gas station has the daily highs and lows posted in the restaurant, and the nights had been around 27 degrees F for the past week. June in Sargents, Colorado and it's still that cold; I'm not sure when would be a comfortable evening to camp! The tepee does offer propane, but we were told it gets drafty. Maybe next time we'll find out.
MARSHALL PASS/O'HAVER LAKE
Marshall pass is the first turn east of the gas station The gravel road marked XXYY takes you up and over Marshall Pass, which summits at 10,842 feet. Some of the first things I noticed on the ride were the beaver altered creeks. No signs of the aquatic mammal, but lots of evidence of their existence.
I noticed that there were whole areas of aspen trees that looked like fallen Lincoln logs. I suspected it might have been the work of busy beavers too.
I also saw a deer crossing the road. He ran away quickly, but was still curious, so he hid from a safe distance and looked at me quizzically from behind some trees, probably trying to figure out if I was friend or foe.
We stopped for lunch and decided to open up the special alder smoked wild tuna, caught by Roger Kamb. I have been buying his tuna almost exclusively for years from the Flagstaff farmer's market. Our last visit we were sadly informed that Roger had passed away. This meal was dedicated to him. Every bite of deliciously smoked, succulent tuna that causes your salivary glads to explode from the flavors was a reminder of Roger's hard work. I will miss you Roger, rest in peace.
We made tuna sandwiches with cucumbers and a dab of ranch and a side of plantain chips. Neva and I have to fight over who gets to drink the last of the tuna juice. It's our favorite part, being a concentrated marinade of the tuna steak.
It was a pretty gradual climb, but in the last 5 miles or so the sand got a little deeper, so we had to work a little harder to get to the top.
But we made it... bike and all.
The downhill was pretty rocky, and had huge rock walls towering on both sides of us as we whizzed by.
We weren't ready to give up camping, so just 13 miles outside of Salida, we camped at O'Haver Lake. We had a wonderful view from the tent, lake side.
We enjoyed a dinner of cous cous and lentils...
As well as the remainder of the super moon view.
A seductive little town to anyone who enjoys the outdoors, and small mountain towns, it's a tough place to leave. Especially with the good conversation and wealth of local knowledge that John, the owner of the Simple Lodge Hostel has to offer.
The extra day we spent in Salida left us completely refreshed, but we were a week ahead of schedule. With some serious map scanning and options offered from John, we came up with a nice bike loop that would take us through more of the Rockies. Stay tuned for the route we took, and the views from the top.