Slab Pig
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A couple of buddies and I rode out to Nipton, CA, last weekend. It was the first sunny day without that freakin' wind we've been riding against all winter long. It was a little warm in Parker, AZ, but then again, we know what's coming just around the corner.
A Golden Eagle , constant companions, flys overwatch on our ride.
Remember, when traveling in the deserts, you must be prepared for breakdowns. Always pack alot of water.
Here, we keep the water cool by placing cold bottles in amongst it. American pioneers used this trick when crossing the deserts in days of yore.
My pards were not taking our survival precaution as seriously as I was. I was very disappointed in them, but rode with them anyway.
End of the line.
Grub for later, after we pilfer our survival stores. Yes, it was cool in there.
If you get lost in Nipton, just remember the cross-streets to find your way back to the hotel.
An elegant yurt in the middle of bumf_ck nowhere awaits you too.
Breakfast is served as the morning sun hits the New York Mountains. FlyingPig rolls on the throttle of his picnic table, as UlyBoy looks on in bewildered amusement.
We leave Nipton and it's two tracks behind and ride back to Phoenix. My older than dirt 256 meg flash drive was full, so no more pics. Later.
A Golden Eagle , constant companions, flys overwatch on our ride.
Remember, when traveling in the deserts, you must be prepared for breakdowns. Always pack alot of water.
Here, we keep the water cool by placing cold bottles in amongst it. American pioneers used this trick when crossing the deserts in days of yore.
My pards were not taking our survival precaution as seriously as I was. I was very disappointed in them, but rode with them anyway.
End of the line.
Grub for later, after we pilfer our survival stores. Yes, it was cool in there.
If you get lost in Nipton, just remember the cross-streets to find your way back to the hotel.
An elegant yurt in the middle of bumf_ck nowhere awaits you too.
Breakfast is served as the morning sun hits the New York Mountains. FlyingPig rolls on the throttle of his picnic table, as UlyBoy looks on in bewildered amusement.
We leave Nipton and it's two tracks behind and ride back to Phoenix. My older than dirt 256 meg flash drive was full, so no more pics. Later.
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