Day 43-45 Indianna pass to Ojo

Crossing the New Mexico boarder and I am into my 7th and final state of the trip. The end is in sight. I have never been one to follow the flock, or the path that society dictates is “correct”. Sat at a little town called Platoro I realised I have done this route my way from the start. I have laughed, sobbed, found alternatives when our group was in a pickle, survived solo, struggled up passes and actually managed not to come off the bike once, which anyone who has cycled with me on a mtb knows this in itself is an achievement. Hurricane Hillary is currently sweeping across the west coast, causing severe rain on the south of the route and potentially could make the New Mexico dessert impassable by bike. Sat on a veranda with a cold beer given to me by the owner Nick and chatting to a fellow hippy rider “or die” I started to realise what I was about to accomplish. I was being called “Bad Ass” it made me a little embarrassed as I just see myself as a regular mum of two, getting up each day for a bike ride. My daughter had planned to be in US at the end of the month and one thing this trip has taught me is people, family and those closest to you are all that really matter in life. Time spent with them. So I decided once I cross the New Mexico boarder I would head to Santa Fe and that would be the end of my biking journey. Meeting my daughter is too important to miss. I will have achieved what I set out to do and cycled across America. Overcome mental and physical challenges everyday, and decided I will write that book!Read more