By George in H1 I think we found it....the middle of NOWHERE. I would have suspected it was in Kansas, but who knew it was New Mexico. Time station #20 in Abbott New Mexico we actually parked in someone's driveway. For the next 200 miles I joked about going out for a bike ride and never getting lost. Actually never getting anywhere. This was Denise's playground; put your head down and ride there ain't no stinkin turns! There ain't no stinking anything. The girls ended up with an eighty mile pull skimming across three states like a Stone across a mirage of water. Sorry Robin, there really wasn't a pool on the other side of that hill. Even the birds skimmed across the landscape inches from the ground, no need to go higher up because there was nothing for them to land on except an occasional blade of grass. Meanwhile back at Home Base Mobile our propeller was slowing. The food supply was dwindling, we were rationing water and rider fuel, the RV was dry and needed dumped. Everyone had fallen off task. We needed to regroup fast. By the time we hit Kansas there was hope in the form of a motel stop with showers, but even this proved to be problematic.
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