I woke up at half past ridiculous, but having gone to bed early, I was refreshed and ready to go. An hour before sunrise in Portales, New Mexico, I opened my motel room door and found out it was colder than a mother in law's heart. Twenty seven degrees was a bit chilly for riding.
So I bundled up with everything - long johns, t-shirt, flannel shirt, fleece jacket, liner and finally, my riding jacket. Long johns, riding pants liner, then riding pants. Fur-lined gloves with liner. I felt like the Michelin Man.
Dawn was just breaking as I left town, heading west across the last cultivated land I would see the rest of the day. After an hour, I just had to stop for coffee and breakfast. My hands were very cold.
But, coffee, eggs and sausage warmed the heart and hands and I was off again. The land slowly changed from scrub to short grasses and scruffy bushes, then finally I came to the New Mexico I love - the sculpted rocks with mountains. And yes - the famous fifty four shades of brown of the New Mexico landscape.
Lunch was in Socorro - New Mexico style enchiladas, meaning they are served flat rather than rolled, with green chile (of course) and an egg on top. Oh yum - heaven in my tummy.
The bike? She gave me a scare as I left Portales as the headlights did not work. But I think this was the first time she had been below freezing. After a little warmth, the lights came on and she ran beautifully for the rest of the day.
Bedtime found me in the White Mountains of Arizona. A shower was much needed and much enjoyed. The weather forecast said it would be below freezing again in the morning, but as the day wore on, I would be riding down out of the mountains into Phoenix - where it would be in the 80s. Hmmm - gonna have to find a place to shed the long johns and flannel shirt.
Life is good.