It's getting up past 100F (38C) most days lately in Albuquerque and, not only that, I have a long list of "to- do" errands, so what better time to take a little moto ride up into the Jemez mountains instead! As the road ascends, I stop for water and gas at Jemez Pueblo (Walatowa is their native name) and - as always - am astonished by the red cliffs. I wanted to get off and walk around, but put my kickstand down in deep red mud, so just took a picture from the saddle while I guzzled a bottle of water. This is an ancient Native American tribe and in the hills around their current settlement are scattered ruins from their ancestors. I love to hike into the Jemez wilderness to explore these ruins and imagine what it was like for them to live there. Up higher, the temperatures start to cool and pine forests are bordering the roadside. It is required that one stop in the small town of Jemez Springs at Los Ojos Bar for a green chile cheeseburger, so that happened. I was not disappointed. Not many people there, except a family at a nearby patio table who couldn't pronounce "rellenos" and "tortillas." That's okay bienvenidos. At the very top of the Jemez mountains is a collapsed volcano caldera; now a vast expanse of meadow. It's cool and quiet up there. Yep, that's my 2006 Honda 599. I had one years ago and sold it to get a dirt bike. I loved my dirt bike that allowed me to see some really remote areas in my state, but after it got stolen off my driveway, I managed to find another 599 to buy. A couple of BMWs passed me on the road, but they don't have ADHD like I do, so didn't see the big herd of elk alongside the road. Even leaning into the twisties, I spot everything out of the corner of my eye. The elk spotted me right away though from a distance and high tailed it into the forest before long. I lingered there for a bit and then turned back. Stopped in the shade for lunch. Oh hey, there's my bike Zippy again. Wish I had more time, but I wound back down the mountain and stopped briefly at Jemez River to dip my toes in and take off my tee shirt to soak. With a wet shirt under my mesh jacket, I am a human swamp cooler. Not much else to report today. Just to say I am lucky to live in New Mexico.