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Published: October 19th 2006
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Continental Divide!
Not bad for a day's work. Shawne and Jo say...
Day 19
Miles Today: 39.1
Total Mileage: 784.4
Flats Today: 2
Total Flats: 27
The rain kept Jo up most of the night. She had a nightmare that a character from 'House of 1000 Corpses' (named Tiny) cut Shawne's head off and came to the tent to get her.
"Can I have him back?", she asked Tiny. He handed her Shawne's head, and she pulled out the Marine Corps knife that is mounted on Shawne's bicycle and stabbed Tiny over and over and over, then she awoke, sitting straight up in bed.
The rain wouldn't let up. We decided riding in it didn't sound like the best idea in the world, so we made it a morning for laundry and showers. We didn't have any laundry soap, so Shawne started the washer, then rubbed each garmet down with a bar of soap, and let it run. It worked pretty well.
Jo was folding laundry when the door opened and a hopeful face peeked around the corner. "Are you going to do laundry?", she asked.
"I've just finished." Jo replied.
A grin split her face as she came through the door with a basket of clothes in
hand, and two books on top of the load. That's how we met our friend Janet. When Janet found out we had come over the pass from Three Way, she told us of her travel of the same pass. She'd climbed that hill with a team of mules, donkeys, and chickens. She said it took her three days to get all the way over that pass and down into the valley. Her face was kind, and her eyes shone as she told us stories of the weather and of her life. The rain was finally settling down, so before we headed out into the weather, Jo asked if she could take Janet's picture.
"No, I don't think so," Janet said.
"Please, I want to put it in the blog," Jo argued.
"I know you do," she stated, and smiled her sweet smile.
Finally, she agreed to let Jo take an anonymous photo of her. We will not forget her.
We didn't realize that the time change had occurred, so by the time we left, it was noon. Around one o'clock, we stopped at a gas station to stretch, so we called the next bike shop in Silver City to see
what time they closed. The woman said they closed at six o'clock, and when Jo said we were going to try to make it there by closing, the woman laughed and said, "Have fun climing the Divide!". Five hours to go thirty miles? No problem!
A moderate headwind pushed against us as we climbed the slopes of Treasure Mountain. Yesterday's climb had punished our legs, so they did not want to cooperate today. Some jerk in a 90's green Chevy pickup with a larger Caterpillar sticker on the back window laid on his horn as he approached us, and didn't stop until he was well passed us. We were clearly off the road and safely on the shoulder. Shawne motioned to him with his arm outstretched as if to say, "What?". The guy never even slowed down.
"He's a Tough Guy, eh?" Jo said.
It started getting cold as we approached the peak of the Continental Divide. Luckily there was a sign at the Divide, so we have Picture Proof! We were so happy there was a sign, we were dancing around it! We began our descent into Silver City. Shawne had to put his jacket on because it was
so cold. We made it to the bike shop 'Twin Sisters', just before they closed! We bought chain lube and patch kits.
We went to the RV Park and set up camp for the night. We'd heard about a brewery in town (called, what else? Silver City Brewery!) that didn't brew any beer. Thinking that was a bit odd, we decided to investigate. There were pieces of machinery pertaining to brewing beer sitting outside the building. The "brewery" only sold beer brewed in New Mexico...supposedly. The local beer came out of taps that had broom stick handles with beer types written on pieces of tape stuck to the handles. Titles such as "Lite", "Amber", and so on for $4.60 a pint! People had drawn on coasters, and they were hung all over the walls. Shawne pointed out a poster of a nude man learning against an old pickup on one wall...it seemed a little odd. We started looking around and noticed that Jo was the only girl there. We wondered if we were in a gay bar. The drinks were really expensive, so we decided to leave.
We walked down the road to find another watering hole. We found a
Nice grass!
No goatheads here! loud, smoke-filled dive bar called the 'Buffalo Bar'. A large buffalo head mounted on the wall above the bar had lights in it's eyes that flashed on and off. It would stare at us no matter where we went in the bar. Half the bar was composed of hard-core bikers, and the other half were hard-core cowboys. We found two stools at the bar and "bellied up".
For some reason, people kept leaning on Shawne or brushing up against him...cowboys and bikers alike! An older gentleman in a cowboy hat was standing to his right at the bar. He would lean against Shawne and he motioned Jo to take a look. She pushed up against Shawne, giving him a hug, and shoving the man behind Shawne. The guy got the hint for a few minutes, but then he was on Shawne again.
Shawne leaned over to Jo and told her that the guy's butt was touching his butt! Jo was feeling ornery at that point, and she leaned over to see. "His butt IS touching your butt!", she announced. The man turned around and looked, then scooted over.
This place was really strange...we had to go.
So, we did...
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Krystal & Melissa!!!
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