Dear David, I hope you'll join me in taking a ride this weekend to celebrate! Tim Blumenthal |
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From LA to Little Bernal
August 14, 2011
Early one August dawn a cool and dank beginning began
Three riders launched at the base of a hilly winding climb
Pedal strapped and pulling bar, with wheels in lowly gears,
Moved towards a caldera, a dormant crucible long sleeping,
But yet scarred in spotty blackness from recent fiery fumings
The road trekked from the eastern portal to the southeast rim
That luscious lip of a grassy bowl named the Valle Caldera
Ascending in windy steepness for nearly a panting league
And then releasing these velo riders, moist and parched,
Into the cool and expansive embrace of the ancient calderas
While skirting the most southerly brim of the verdant basin,
Propelling each with cyclonic force, these wheeled riders
Traced a deep descent along a treed perimeter to the low land
Slinging them beneath ancient Redondo’s spreading wings
Laying lazily betwixt Calderas Grande, Toledo, and Antonio
This dished trio collectively forming the grand Valle Caldera
Slung as primordial pebbles ejected from earlier eruptions
Floating past smoldering Las Conchas and ashen East Fork
Along the dark coarse and undulating band of tarred gravel
Past the rough-hewn structures of La Cueva’s conveniences
Offering water, fuel and hard-baked grandma’s apple pie
And a place of unwinding respite beneath a shaded portal
Before gently convening a roadway within a narrow gorge
Canyon San Diego defined by Mesas Virgin and San Juan
Through which flows a quiescent thread of watery runoff
Riders skimming the edge of the brown and roiling Jemez
Warmed by the steamy and sulfurous plumbs therein arising
Decorating this patched roadway, rough and pebbly worn
Vibrating each iron steed and reining arms tautly gripping
Chattering the aching bronzed legs rounding in to and fro
Propelling the wheeled beastly whine and whirl attending
To choppy progress against the pull of road and gravity
Along San Diego’s narrow and downwardly thrusts pass
Battleship Rock, Soda Dam, Jemez Cave and Jemez Springs
And beyond La Cueva’s fork descends the red-walled shoot
Channeling into ever narrower confines with relaxed strokes
Spurting effortlessly wheels and pushers past these venues
Both road and river falling together, engulfed in a tepid wind
Entwined ribbons of burnt-brown water and blacken tarmac
Compressed by the dusty rusty walls of Canyon San Diego
Baked under the relentless sun hanging from a thin azure strip
Populated with inviting resting places, churches, monuments
Cafés and intimate inns invite and allure the scorched riders
As they swiftly traverse the narrow and white-lined road’s edge
Winding through the Pueblo lands, racing, ever descending
Buffeted by relentless waterless heat and desiccating breezes
Growing intensity as altitudes earlier gained are duly repaid
Moving towards San Ysidro’s cool respite, and iced slurps
Finally meeting the broad and wrinkled road, rolling dry and dusty
pinon-laced and steel-girdled, trafficked by roar and fumes
The roiling Rio Jemez replaced by rolling hills, long but gentle
As Pueblos of Jemez. Zia, and Santa Ana arise and then retreat
Ultimately convening in the congested of town of Little Bernal.
Bicycle Coalition of NM
Please forward to complete SOB list and to Spokettes, etc. I will let everyone know about hearings and if this is going to pass, it's incumbent on cyclists to be heard. Otherwise, we'll be drowned out by drivers, residents, DOT, et al. This is not a time for lethargy. It's for our good and safety and comfort on NM41.Thank you for your response. As you may suspect, there are widely divergent views on the proposed improvements, in particular with regard to the need for and the width of shoulders. I encourage you and others with an interest in this project to stay engaged through public hearing (later this summer) to ensure your views are considered. Feedback from the users of the highway, as well as the residents within the study area, is important and will be considered in reaching a final decision. You are on our mailing list and will be notified when the hearing is scheduled.
We did not include this in the summary (as it is a technical detail that the general public does not relate to), but the NMDOT has agreed to place the friction course overlay the full width of the road surface so that it extends to the outside edge of the shoulders.
Feel free to direct any questions or other comments to my attention.
Thanks.
David Pennington
D. Pennington & Associates, Inc.
Suite 240, 6605 Uptown Boulevard N.E.
Albuquerque, NM 87110
Office#: (505) 884-0667
Mobile #: (505) 379-9058
Do any of these words describe you: pleasure rider, gastronome, epicure, gourmand, connoisseur or just plain foodie? Yes? Then you’ve come to the right place. How about a beautiful bike ride ? Join the gastronomic adventure October 1, 2011.The Santa Fe Gourmet Classic is a fun, 70 mile bike ride with delicious Southwest gourmet food at each of six refueling stops. The non-competitive ride winds through meadows overlooking the Sangre de Cristo and Sandia Mountains. Then unwind after a shower at La Casa Sena for an optional after ride gourmet dinner. Check out the web sites for details.
White Rim
The thunderstorm came over the butte and was on us in minutes. It was proceeded by a brown cloud then winds of 60 mph blowing sand. The six of us had scurried about putting things away and reinforcing the tents. Now there was nothing left to do but hunker down. The winds got worse with down drafts gusting to 80 mph. Each one knocked my tent flat. The nylon would come down and hit me in the face but it would spring back up . There were already a couple of cups of red dirt in the tent. Others were not so lucky. Tony's large dome tent went down and stayed down with shattered poles. He hid out in my truck. The only tent that withstood the onslaught was John's Kelty Tourer, three pole tent. There was only a little rain and it was over in an hour.
We left for the White Rim 100 mile mountain bike ride on Sunday 10/3/10. Tony and I drove separately from Santa Fe, through Cortez, arriving in Moab and the Red Stone Inn by 4 PM. The others, Rich (from Santa Fe) and Dennis (Tony's brother in law), John and Dave from Colorado. There was a huge repacking event as we sorted six people's gear into two trucks then a monumental dinner at the Moab Brewery.
Monday morning we were on the way to Island in the Sky district of Canyonlands National Park, driving 80 mph trying to keep up with Tony with tarps flapping in the back and my bicycle holding everything down. At the park visitor center we activated our permit and got a briefing (trail closed at mile 66 due to a large washout) before heading down the Shafer trail. After a two thousand foot descent our first stop was at the Gooseneck trail overlook of the Colorado River. There the two trucks and four bicycles regrouped. On to the Musselman Arch at 8 miles. We traded drivers. I rode my bicycle 11 miles to the Gooseberry campsite (3PM).
There we met Ranger Sharon Olsen. She was very professional when she got out of her 4 x 4 with her gun and taser to check our permit. The thunderstorm was over by 5 and we resumed cooking. Tony was making shrimp fajitas. Ranger Olsen joined us for dinner and the astronomy lesson. With a laser pointer I pointer out the Summer Triangle, Big and Little Dipper, Cassiopeia and Pegasus. With Tony's 10 power binoculars we saw the moons of Jupiter and the Andromeda Galaxy.
It was 11 AM when we got away on the second day. I rode to White Crack and on to Murphy (15 miles). I drove the new (to me) Toyota Tundra up a 30 degree slick rock incline. No problem in compound low at 2,000 rpm and 2 mph it walked right up. After another great dinner we figured our gasoline problem. Both trucks were at half tank plus a gallon. Figures told us that in 4 wheel for the last two days we had been making 7.5 mpg. We could go no further. Ranger Sharon got on the radio and changed our permit from Potato to a second night at Murphy's.
Wednesday saw us away early. Everybody was riding. The weather forecast called for 70% chance of T Storms with a Tornado alert. After a big descent our first stop was at the huge cliff of Soda Springs Basin. Lunch at 1PM was at the Wilhite trail junction (12 miles). Sadly we started back. This was the furthest we would go (57 miles). We picked up the pace as a storm bore down on us. It caught us out in the open. There was nothing to do but keep riding and pray as the 3/4 inch hail bounced off the helmets and mile long lightning bolts went horizontal over our heads. I had to shift down a couple of gears when riding upstream as water a foot deep ran down the road.
Why do we go to wild places? It seems that God talks in whispers best heard in quiet places. Risking death reassures you that there is purpose in being alive.
On day 4 (Now what day is this? It's a sign of a great trip when you can't remember what day it is.) I drove all 45 miles out. It took 7 hours. Dennis rode all the way including up Shafer. John and Dave rode up Shafer too.
The group worked well together. Two great trucks helped. The food was good. Six people riding for four days and no one even got a scratch. No injuries.
Day 5, drive home get some souvenirs. My dog was glad to see me. Awesome trip.
Stephen Hazen
Signs and symptoms of heat exhaustion often begin suddenly, sometimes after excessive exercise, heavy perspiration, and inadequate fluid or salt intake. Signs and symptoms resemble those of shock and may include:
If you suspect heat exhaustion:
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Be Careful and be safe. The road to Jemez Springs does not have much of a shoulder. RIDE SINGLE FILE!
Judy.
SOBs Info Notes
On June 24, 2010 the club members posed for the Official SOB Photo. You couldn’t ask for better conditions with moderate temperatures in the 70º - 80º range, sunny skis, a light breeze and rolling clouds that produced some light showers long after the ride was over.
However after reviewing the actual photo and several comments by club members in the photo we would like to do a redo on July 8th at the Fort Marcy ride. There is a nice slope or the bleacher seating that would allow better placement for the shorter riders. Judy Costlow has agreed to do the staging.
Three new members have joined: Bill McEuen, Gretchen Guard, and Fred Nugent which brought the total club membership to 67.
The long ride leader was Dave Simonson and his group of six riders took off on a 43 mile loop that included the village of La Cienega.
The medium ride leader was Denise Maaranen and her HERO was Edwin Crosswhite. This group divided up into a short ride with eight of the twenty-three riders on a seventeen mile route instead of the twenty-two mile course on the route slip. After the ride several riders analyzed the directions and discovered that Camino La Tierra turns into a loop called Las Campanas Drive. You can choose to go right or left at the intersection which changes the total distance of the ride from 22.5 miles to 17 miles. Denise’s group turned right at the intersection and Edwin’s group turned left. Stephen had a wheel/tire problem and Reenie escorted him back to Ortiz Park.
The mountain bikers, Wes Horner and Arvid rode a 5 mile trip on the La Tierra Trails. Arvin, it turns out is very familiar with the area, and a great mountain biker, so in effect he led the ride on some very interesting trails, easy to medium difficulty. Altogether a fine ride in an area filled with trails of every level
The medium route slip had a two mile extension for anyone wanting to ride to Java Joe’s while the long route slip included the coffee stop. Most of the riders opted to drive down for coffee after the ride.