After the drivers meeting concluded, we jumped out on the highway for a few miles only to take a long, country road to the West. With all of the vehicles in tow, we barreled down the country dirt road toward our first pull off where we aired our tires down. We all aired down to anywhere between 30 psi and 12 psi…it was a diverse group to say the least.
Chicago Airing Down
After airing down, we hit the trail…the next time we would see pavement would be in a few days. We slowly carved our way through the slot canyon…in and out of the river probably about a dozen times or so.
We slopped through the river and up the banks…slowly but surely. If you could take a second and look out the window you would see huge cliff faces looking back at you and lush vegetation butted up against the water front. It really was an experience I will cherish for a long while.
Cutting Through The Box
Nearing the end of the canyon we stop for a momentary potty break and to get some history on the area we were traversing. As history would have it, we were upon the location where Geronimo had surrendered. Our fearless leader, Jake, spoke for about 15-20 minutes about the area and its significance. This was truly awesome…then I started to think…”In what school book or classroom are you going to be able to learn such history and actually feel like you were there?”.
Real education – life!
After our history lesson re trekked onward toward the plains…our river crossings and traversions were now behind us…bring on the dust!
We criss-crossed the plains taking in the sights…it felt like we could see forever! We peeled off to the side of the road some time later where potty breaks were had yet again. We stretched our legs, checked our rigs, chatted one another up and enjoyed the vistas. The nice young lady in a Land Rover Defender 90 strolled up to me and asked, “So…what is Revolution Expedition all about?”. So I layed it on her and told her how it is my personal project to overcome my fathers loss due to cancer and to spread the word about cancer awareness. Little did I know, but one of her parents had passed away roughly the same time as my father had due to cancer. I felt great to be able to share my story and be there for someone who had lost a loved one to cancer, but yet I felt a wave of sorrow wash over me because I know exactly how they feel and how they have felt. It was a great connection to have in the middle of nowhere New Mexico.
We packed up again…we let the dust trail behind as we marched toward our campsite for the evening. It was refreshing to sit back…relax…take in the New Mexico countryside as we passed by cows, farms and open fields.
As the sun drew nearer the horizon, we rolled into our camp site for the evening. Everyone busted out of the vehicles and began setting up their camp for the evening. Some sites were simple, some far more complex (see below for those examples).
Jake’s minimal setup.
One portion of a Ghost Dividers elaborate setup.
That evening we all were still getting to know one another and everyone mingled and chatted. We ate hearty, drank our preferred beverages and enjoyed the crisp, cool evening. Around 9:30 or 10 that evening we all called it quits and headed to our respective abodes.
I crawled up in my roof top tent, hopped in my 0 degree bag and fell asleep to the sound of coyotes howling in the distance. It was exactly how it was supposed to be…awesome!
Ghost Divide Camp 1
Stay tuned for next weeks installation of the 2015 GDE I recap! Until then…Drive On and make this life awesome!