Today I decided to finish the bike ride from Sunday. Drove with my bike to the end point of Sunday’s ride. It was about 35F but the sun was shining brightly and I probably should have paid more attention to the wind forecast—-at 6MPH out of the North the wind was not only cold but also blowing right in my face for about 7 miles of the 9.53 mile ride.
Anyway, heading out onto the Las Cruces Loop Trail and the desert landscaping:
That’s perhaps the nicest scenery along this section of the trail. Heading north, the trail parallels I-25 on the east side and a major boulevard on the west side. After a couple of miles there are some nice views:
After the only short steep climb on this section is the Water tank. The painting depicts the journey from Mexico north along the El Camino Real and the Jornada del Muerto.
Picacho Peak dominates the Western skyline. It is visible from our house and all over Las Cruces. Not as high as the Organ Mountains to the East but sitting as it does on the West Mesa it presents a landmark for the area.
The Robledos Mountains extend to the North from Picacho Peak. They are the location of the Prehistoric Trackways National Monument. At this point, I’m about halfway through the ride. From here, it’s flat to downhill and there’s a reprieve from the wind as the trail veers West.
That’s the Loop Trail heading West, where we rode on Sunday. The Rio Grande is about three miles down that trail.
There are miles and miles of maintenance trails along the irrigation ditch system. This trail heads South into the City of Las Cruces, perhaps three or so miles.
And this is the trail North towards home. The wind has died down a little but it’s still right in my face. On a calm day I can hold 9-10 MPH along this trail but today I’ll average about 7 MPH.
Off to the East is Twin Peaks, easily recognizable by the antennas for both cellular phones and wireless internet access. Unfortunately one needs line-of-sight to the towers for the internet provider access and the pecan trees surrounding our house prevent that. Stuck with Comcast, sigh.
I believe I’ve mentioned before that we have almost 360 degree mountain views from our front patio. These are the mountains to the North, the Dona Anas. There are several good hiking and biking trails there, as well as some petroglyphs.
At one point, about a mile from home, there is a choice confronting the rider. The great New England poet, Robert Frost, spoke of the “road not taken.” The great New Jersey poet, Yogi Berra, said “When you arrive at a fork in the road, take it. ” And I followed both of their instructions.