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07-19-2011, 08:08 AM
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Aisle or Window Seat? No Thanks, I'll Ride
The heavy whumph of the mortar wakes me from the sleep of the dead into half wakefulness. I have been dreaming I've been soaking in a hot pool. Fitting, but I wake stewing in a pool of my own sweat. I've been lying on my bare sleeping pad, the sleeping bad stuffed back into it's compression bag and stowed in the bike. It is well over a hundred F, the memory of that noise makes my heart triple-time. Where the hell am I? Then the rocket explodes overhead and my night sky is lit like the 4th of July.
![]() Yeah, party. Except I recall I've ridden here through the desert heat, a little rain and across some mudslides and flash floods. The usual Starbucks Adventure stuff. ![]() It's all about the coffee. All this took a few seconds to flash through my brain which was then assaulted by another flash, preceded by another whumph mortar shot. the starburst alerted the local constabulary this being a national recreation area I suspect like a national park fireworks are not welcome. No sooner does the flash fade, than the music, (some redneck techno-rap, crap over driving the subwoofers always makes for nice sound.), but, wait there's more! You also get the HID floodlights off the ski boat, bouncing off the canyon walls with the "music" volume knob mashed to eleven. Oh, and the sound of can tops popping, loud swearing, bottles clanking, then silent trucks rolling quickly through the camp as our new neighbors are informed of the time and how acting like 13-year old's on the loose for the first time wasn't going to go over well much longer. My world quieted down pretty quickly after the Rangers arrived. I'm not sure who went where or how much it cost, but the lights, and noise went out quickly. The heat stayed. I gave up trying to sleep about 5. Got my chamois and went to the bathroom sink for water to rinse off. The air was still and humid enough that even the cooler water from the tap did little to wipe off the heat. I packed up my camp and hit the trail. Hell of a way to start a vacation. Camp Swampy,
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