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Silver City, NM, United States
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Saturday, October 20, 2012

Jourdi Bosley Made It To Town...Sort of...

While hanging around last Thursday, 10/18/12, my cell phone rang...checked the number, didn't recognize it, let it go to voice mail.  No point in answering the phone from a number I didn't recognize.  If it was important and not a BS call, whoever it was would leave a message.  Sure enough.  A message.  It was Jourdi calling on another phone because her's didn't have reception where she was on the way over the Black Range mountains.  Another rider that she'd met outside of Las Cruces, NM, was riding with her over Emory Pass and let her use his cell phone.  Corey McGrath.  From Idaho.  More on Corey later.  Back to Jourdi.  In her message, she stated she was en route to Hanover, NM.  Noting that it was after 3:30 pm, I knew that she'd have a good two hours of riding to get to Silver City, NM,  from where she called.  Got in the car and headed out to find her.  Cruising along on Rt. 152 that heads over the mountains, I came upon Jourdi about 20+ miles from town.  Did a U turn, pulled over to the side of the road, got out, yelled, "Jourdi?"...to which she replied, "Yes..?"...to which I replied, "I'm Patrick.  Would you like a ride?"  From the tone of her voice when she replied, "Oh, yes!",  I was able to discern that she was VERY happy to get a ride to Silver City vs. riding her bicycle into town.  She was funny.

We got her bike in the car, pulled back onto the highway, and headed to Silver City, to our house.  Chatting along the way, Jourdi told me some stories of her travels and what she and Corey had done that day that got them off to a late start over Emory Pass.  She had forgotten that I'd told her that she wouldn't have cell phone coverage when she got to Hillsboro, NM.  No big deal.  Fortunately, Corey's phone had better cell phone coverage, otherwise she would have had to travel a bit farther by bicycle to get cell phone coverage.  Ah, life in rural America, where technology is still great but not always available.  Keeps it real.  And appreciated.

Soon enough, we were at our house in Silver City and got Jourdi's stuff unloaded.  Because I wasn't sure when Jourdi was arriving in town, I hadn't planned a meal for that night.  I thought she might come in on Friday night instead, since I hadn't heard from her.  Having made butternut squash, carrot, sweet potato soup the night before, there was plenty left to plan a decent meal around for Jourdi, Eileen and me.  We enjoyed talking with Jourdi and hearing about what she'd been up to...the usual stuff...college, working, planning a long bike ride, and lots of stories about her travels by bicycle.  She's headed to Vancouver, BC, Canada, if the weather holds up.  By the time she gets to Oregon/Washington, it could be plenty rainy and cold heading north along the coast.  Should have told her to go inland and come up on the East side of the mountains where it would still be cool, but dry.  Or drier.  Oh, well, she'll manage.  She's a pretty confident person and I'm happy to see her out on the road, alone, riding a bicycle.  So many people think that a young woman should not be doing something like this on her own.  She should be travelling with people.  Well, should-hood leads to shit-hood if you follow all the "shoulds" of the world or the fear associated with all the "shoulds".  Sometimes, you just have to say, "What the fuck!" and go with what feels right.

Jourdi was in touch with some friends that she was attempting to hook up with and decided, despite some great ice cream and chocolate chip cookies that we tempted her with, that she was going to head off the next day and try to get to Phoenix, AZ, and hook up with her friends.  I understand completely.  While I'm not in my 20's anymore, I do understand that thought process.  On the road again.  With one more BIG climb but from the easier side this time.  Jourdi headed off the following morning to Buckhorn, NM, to spend the night at a small RV/campground there.  Today, she should be en route to Safford, AZ, where she'll spend the night, then off to Globe, AZ, then Phoenix...and friends.  The ride from Buckhorn, NM, to Safford, AZ, is a push, as is the ride from Safford, AZ, to Globe, AZ, but she's young...  Here's her blog: Jourdi.com should you be interested in reading about her travels.

Now, some photos:
Jourdi working INTENTLY on her blog...

Jourdi at the Continental Divide marker on Rt. 180 West, 3 miles from our house...

One more photo...just in case the other one didn't come out right....Happy Trails!!!
Now, some videos...one of them has the "Donald Duck Voices"...have no idea why, but thought I'd include it anyways.  It is pretty damn funny.  The other videos have normal voices.  WHY???

Well, here's a tune for the road for Jourdi.  I really don't know music that is popular today, but I do know some good music.  Here's something I like..."Human Touch" by Bruce Springsteen.  Keep after it, girl.  Remember, life is nothing without human touch.  Stuff you've encountered on the road.  Keep it going.  Pass it on.  Don't let the bastards get you down...