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I love to ride the desert, especially in the half light of early morning or late afternoon. I pointed the bike south, put my feet up on the highway pegs, and let the miles roll by. There was a very nice Indian museum in Albuquerque. I had been there, years before, but decided I would like to see it again.
Vicki worked at a day care center in town and was touring the museum with her students, teaching them about the cultures of some of the indigenous Indian tribes. Kids were heading in every direction and she had her hands full, but still found time for a few pleasantries. I asked her to recommend a good place to camp and she directed me to a place along the river bank, north of town. I had supper at a Mexican food restaurant, then rode north. The site she had described was well off the highway, but the directions were good and I had no trouble finding it. A bend in the river formed a sandy beach with a grassy hillside above, overlooking a wide place in the water. I put up my tent. It seemed there was no one around so I removed my dusty clothes, waded out into the river to bathe, then climbed into my tent. It was still warm and I wasn't ready to go to sleep, so I lit my lantern, lay on top of my sleeping bag, and reached for a book. I could hear fish splashing, feeding on fallen insects in the half light of dusk. There was the sound on a car motor, then a familiar voice.
Vicki worked at a day care center in town and was touring the museum with her students, teaching them about the cultures of some of the indigenous Indian tribes. Kids were heading in every direction and she had her hands full, but still found time for a few pleasantries. I asked her to recommend a good place to camp and she directed me to a place along the river bank, north of town. I had supper at a Mexican food restaurant, then rode north. The site she had described was well off the highway, but the directions were good and I had no trouble finding it. A bend in the river formed a sandy beach with a grassy hillside above, overlooking a wide place in the water. I put up my tent. It seemed there was no one around so I removed my dusty clothes, waded out into the river to bathe, then climbed into my tent. It was still warm and I wasn't ready to go to sleep, so I lit my lantern, lay on top of my sleeping bag, and reached for a book. I could hear fish splashing, feeding on fallen insects in the half light of dusk. There was the sound on a car motor, then a familiar voice.