And I found it. Had to go out by myself, seems all my rowdy friends have settled down. I reckon I put in around 150 miles, 100 in the dirt, most of it in low gear. "THAR'S GOOOOLD IN THEM THAR HILLS!" I was trying to find a way over to Platoro from the La Jara Reservoir. Got rough enough that I just turned around, trail turned into nothing, what little I could see was covered in leaves with a fair amount of mud. Got to figgerin', "Wonder how long it'll be before they find my bones?" Sorry, didn't get eny pix of that stuff, pucker factor was kinda high and a storm was headed my way. So, rather than be a hero, I headed back. But I did see some glorious mountains, covered in the colors of Fall. When I got here I stopped for water and a smoke. I looked at the trail and to be honest with you, three months ago I wouldn't have attempted it. But the G.O.D.S. ride this summer, and the men I rode with gave me much more confidence in my abilities, Especially Cpl Goose. That old geezer is something else and pushes me without pushing me. Does that make sense? If I'd known what was on the other side I'd have stopped here. *sigh* ... 62 years old and getting dumber and dumberer by the year. Yeah, I know, it ain't the Alps ... but there is something unexplainable about being in the woods for hours without seeing or hearing a noise that you don't make. I had expected to see people fishing when I got to the lake. No one. Not a soul around. Had the whole place to myself. I thought about going skinny dipping, but try to imagine an overweight geezer getting busted. I don't think I could survive the humiliation. The laughter at my once glorious body would be devastating. I'd like to take a moment here to thank the men on the G.O.D.S. ride, Mike, Ray, Larry, Curtis, and Wayne for the things I learned from them by observation, the things they took time to teach me, and the patience they had when I grew hesitant. You gave me the confidence to go out into the unknown, (to me), and not worry that my limited skills would spell my demise. Way to go guys. For you other geezers that have had many hospital stays, ICU visits so numerous that the nurses know you by name, and bones busted too many times to count ... you never know until you try.