When we got to Hatch, NM, today, I noticed the flag off my BOB trailer was gone. I had been wondering how exactly those things stayed put on our 40 mph downhills, and in high winds. Answer: they don’t. The crosswind that had started the morning coming from the east, and had changed direction to come from the west, had somehow pulled it out and whipped it somewhere into a field, along with the Big City Mountaineers flag I had attached to it.
It was a long 61-mile day with the wind beating on us all day, and I hope we start to make the same travel plans as the air sometime soon.
At the Pepper Pot in Hatch, we met a group of cyclists who were out for a day ride from Las Cruces and back. On our way to Las Cruces later, they caught up to me as I was fixing a flat on my BOB trailer. We passed many of the group members later on, and I chatted a little bit with Chris, the lone man in the group, who told me he was Adventure Cycling Association lifetime member No. 10, and that he’d done the Virginia-to-Oregon ride many years ago. We leapfrogged them most of the way into Las Cruces, and found out that one of the ladies in the group will be turning 67 years old soon, and another group member is 70. The ride they did is about 76 miles, by my count.
It’s comforting to see other bicycles on the road every once in a while.
More flat terrain to Socorro, Texas tomorrow.