On the way to Torrey I decided to take what seems to have become the obligatory flower picture. I chose quantity over quality.
I made a stop in Lincoln, NM to see if I could find Beverly. Beverly works for the park service and is a real character. We first met her on a trip to the area in April, 2008. Here is a link
to Whip's tale, which includes a not-to-be-missed section on Lawman's unlawful activity.
I came across these lines in New Mexico. I wonder if the fine doubles when you cross a double-double yellow line.
I arrived in Torrey on Monday and enjoyed a few days on the bicycle and Kawasaki Sherpa. Wednesday was a mixed bag weather-wise. The sun would be shining in one area.
But snow, rain, and even small hail was moving in from the north and west.
Mr. and Mrs. Whip arrived on Wednesday and so with some extra time we enjoyed a ride to the Burr Trail and Escalante on Thursday with Bob and Luis, one of Larry's partners. But since I don't have pictures of that, it might not have happened.
This brings us to Friday. Bob graciously offers to take Luis, Louise, and Ron B. on a little sight-seeing ride in the pickup. Larry and I decide to go ride dirt bikes on the bentonite hills, a LARGE
open area that is perfect for playing on a dirt bike or ATV.
With so much area to ride, Whip and I quickly were separated, which is not uncommon in this area. When he did not return to the area where we started, I became concerned and drove to the top of one of the hills to see if I could spot him.
No luck. I rode around a bit, and followed a few tracks, but wasn't having any luck. I knew there was something wrong, but I also knew I needed help. I didn't have my phone if he was calling. I didn't want to make a bunch of fresh tracks all over the area, since we might be able to find him following his tracks. I headed back to my truck, got the phone, and listened to his message. He'd dumped the bike and injured his "wrist" (turned out to be the thumb) and could not ride. Leaving the campground where my truck was parked, I came upon Killer in his pickup. Just then Whip called again and filled us in on where he was. (Which turned out to be the direct opposite of where he really was...Birthday present suggestion for Louise...buy the boy a compass.)
I took off on my dirt bike to find him while the truck went to gather items for the recovery. Sorry no pictures, but you can believe it happened since you could hear his whining for miles. I'm also sure you'll read Whip's description of the event, which will no doubt include references to how I abandoned him to die in the desert after he crashed into an incredibly steep gorge...(insert rolling eyes emo)
As for the leaving him in the desert...I looked and waited for at LEAST 20 minutes...and besides, it was lunch time and I was hungry.
Louise brought ice, bandages, and meds for the injured rider, Bob rode his bike out, and the poor boy was transported to the clinic in Bicknell. Much whining and constant accusation of abandonment were heard over the remainder of Torrey XIX.
On Saturday, since he was in no shape to ride, Larry lent his bike to Chris, Lawnchairboy. Chris and I headed back out to the bentonite hills for some off-road riding. Here is Chris leaving Bob's as we start the ride.
We decided to head to the sight of the accident, which Janet, Squirrel, had named "Whip's Wash". after listening to Whip's descriptions, we envisioned a deep chasm, with condors circling overhead and landing on the steep sides of Whip's Wash...
...but here is what we found.
...no comment needed...pictures say it all.
Chris and I mounted up and continued our ride on the hills.
And will you look at this...a rider who starts a ride and is able to ride the bike all the way back to the start on his own.
Since Larry was in no condition to ride home, Calvin, Chris, and I loaded his GS into the my trailer.
A dusting of snow greeted us on Monday morning as we were preparing to leave.
We stopped for the night in Roswell. Here you see Louise having to carry everything for her poor, injured husband.
Always one to look for a silver lining...I've started a new business venture: