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A common sight in ranch country - a couple of saddled-up cowponies in an old stock trailer. |
As I headed up river, the valley began to narrow, taking on the appearance of a canyon, with high mesas on both sides. I met a lot of folks in the afternoon, including one guy who left me with a $20 donation. Sometimes people seem a little embarrassed that they have taken my picture. As the wagon comes abreast of their car, they quickly roll up the window and speed away - heck, I don’t bite, that hard! |
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Starting the climb up the headwall of the valley, just below Abiquiu Dam. The road got pretty steep, and the shoulder disappeared. |
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The last big hurdle for the day’s travel was the headwall, just below the Abiquiu dam. I was tempted to change out Bob for Bill, leaving me with the two most willing horses hitched up to climb the hill. But, this would have meant getting the other harness out of the trailer, and I was too lazy to make the effort. So, with a, “Bob & Doc, Get Up There!” we headed up the hill. |
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Looking down at the Chama river, about three hundred feet below us. |
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Several people have warned me that this was the steepest part of my journey, while I’m in New Mexico. However, the grade was only about 7 or 8%. Before I saw it, I had bad visions of a 15 to 20% grade, which would require something to tow us up. We settled in at a roadside park about 80% of the way up the hill (the steepest part is behind us). In addition to their hay, the team has a bunch of buffalo grass to munch on, which is just starting to turn green, |
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The campsite, looking down valley at the towering mesas, on the west side of the river. I don’t have an internet signal tonight, so I’ll have to post this at a future time. Ever since I was in the City of Espanola, I haven’t even seen a hint of an AT&T signal, so I don’t know when I’ll be getting one, |
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This was a pretty good day! |