The route through the desert led me down to the border town of Douglas, AZ where I stocked up on food and water. Resupplied, I plugged in the nearest NF road and cruised 30 miles up toward the grassland and mountains just over the NM border. The road followed the old rail line, it's concrete supports and tunnels stamped 1910, the rail long since removed. Fortunately, the route is generally level on account of the railroad grade. A sign for Rucker Canyon Rd and a brown NF marker leads me into a 5 mi gravel road through beautiful grassland interspersed with cattle guards every few miles. The sun sets behind the nearby mountain and I continue onward to the first campsite I spot off the road.
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Mike SaundersIn May 2014 I quit my job to ride a Honda Ruckus over 69'000 mi and counting. Wild camping most nights and cooking most of my own meals, I keep the costs low and the landscape changing. Archives
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