The long short whole new ball of foot wax

So, yet not a full report. Just a snip to keep you confused.
    The truth is we were held in the balance of family matters and could not make New Orleans, even fer the tubby Tuesday shit show.
   We headed North East cycling away from Austin. Zig Zagging a maze of Texas and Northern Louisiana back roads.
 Were now in the last throes of a strangled beast and dashing New England bound. I've got to be back by March 1st. We are trying to wrangle out and sop up every last drop of self propelled mileage, we can get our chamois into. That is before surrendering ourselves to the "Dog" (A.K.A. Greyhound bus). More on this later, We gotta ride.  

pedal, eat, repeat

Kelly and I have been off pedaling through space and time, some call it Eastern Teaxas.  A real update soon to come.

A distorted, strange and fuzzy blob of wondrous and ever mutating existance

This has been a good ride so far. Not the rugged and brutal crash into off road amazingness that I'd like it to be, but a good fling down the shoulder of unknown roads non the less.
From Santa Cruz I mouw-ed southeast to Bakersfield and up and over the bottom of the Sierras. Splayed out and dug in, the Civia and I nuzzled the Valley of Death and streaked into Nevada. I took and early one and left on a late one after drinking a bit much with Archie and Sara in Vegas (thanx and good to see you guys again). Onward along lake Mead through the Valley of Fire and up into St. George UT. To the East, border jumping between Utah and The AZ I snacked on a constant headwind between meals. Through the Navajo Rez and a turn of all Four Corners soon we found the snowy slopes of the Rockies. I've been back in good ol Durango CO for a few days now.Its been great to chill with old friends, drink lots of coffee and wander the snowy streets. (Thanx to Joey D. for use of the shop. Barry and Shannon for taking me snowboarding and the ever-awesome Chris and Lily for being who they are).
Here we arrive at the fantastic new development:  Kelly and I meeting in Austin Texas next week and prolly pedaling to Mardi Gras together. Then we'll crunch a hasty pedal beaten path to Georgia before catching some transport or another to New York. Sounds like a plan!

A cold and windy night turned to a beautiful culvert morning

Down stream of the dam

Lake Powell

Bush camping on the Res