Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Denver to San Francisco 2009: West National Parks Adventure
Well, is that time of the year when I feel the need of a strong breeze blowing over my face. And fortunately, the only way to do that is on a motorcycle ;-)
I decided that for the next couple of weeks I will be driving Curiosa (The Curious One is my bike's name) from Denver to San Francisco. I'll depart Denver on June 8th 2009 and return around the 20th. I'm not sure how often I will be updating this blog, so please feel free to check it out often.
Well, is that time of the year when I feel the need of a strong breeze blowing over my face. And fortunately, the only way to do that is on a motorcycle ;-)
I decided that for the next couple of weeks I will be driving Curiosa (The Curious One is my bike's name) from Denver to San Francisco. I'll depart Denver on June 8th 2009 and return around the 20th. I'm not sure how often I will be updating this blog, so please feel free to check it out often.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Visiting Family in Ecuador
I've decided to take a rest from the long bike trips and instead go for a visit to my broder and his family in Ecuador. Thi time I decided to take it easy and just stay home with my brother, sister inlaw and nephews. Pictures coming soon.Thursday, September 06, 2007
My baby is back from the East Coast.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Visiting my aunt Laura in the Amazon
It's been at least ten years since I've visited with my aunt Laura. At 74, she is very energetic and still manages to work at her little clothing store. She's been selling clothes all her life, just like my great grandmother, my grandmother, and even my mother, at some point. The skills for selling clothes were passed from generation to generation. I still remember the words my grandmother used with her prospective customers. "Come over here my caserito (dear customer), this dress will fit your girlfriend perfectly." To the unsuspecting young guy this was like a dream, finding someone who knew what a woman likes to wear. My grandmother would put the dress right in front of him, so close as to almost trying to match his size. He would look at himself in the mirror, with the dress in front, and imagine how it will look on his wife or girlfriend. It was also about options; my grandmother would present him with all the colors of dresses, but at the end, she would say, "This is my favorite." Guys hate to decide on things like that, so she made things easier for the client. The sale was instant, to say the least. Almost 25 years later, when I went to visit with my aunt a few weeks ago, a young guy got his fiancé a dress. And my aunt used the same speech that her mother and grandmother have been using for generations, to sell a dress.
I had to return to my hometown and I had to say goodbye. Who knows if I'll see her again. I went back to the hotel were I was staying (my aunt lives in the back of her store so there was no room for me to stay at her place) I picked up my things and went back to my hometown where my brother lives. Here are a few of the pictures from that part of my trip:
Visitando a mi tía Laura en la Amazonía
Han sido por lo menos diez años desde la última vez que visite a mi tía Laura. A los 74, ella es muy energética y se arregla para trabajar en su pequeño almacén de ropa. Ella ha estado vendiendo ropa toda su vida, tal como mi bisabuela, mi abuela, e incluso mi madre, en alguna ocasión. Las habilidades para vender ropa fueron pasadas de generación en generación. Todavía recuerdo las palabras que mi abuela utilizó con sus supuestos clientes. “Viene aquí mi caserito, este vestido le cabrá a su novia perfectamente.” Para el joven incauto esto era como un sueño, encontrar a alguien que sabía lo que a una mujer le gusta vestir. Mi abuela ponía el vestido delante de él, tan cerca de su cuerpo como para comparar el tamaño. El se miraba en el espejo, con el vestido en frente, y se imaginaba cómo se miraría en su esposa o novia. También habían opciones; mi abuela le presentaría con todos los colores de vestidos, pero al final, ella diría, “éste es mi favorito.” Los hombres odian decidir en este tipo de cosas, así que lo que ella se lo facilitaba al cliente. La venta era inmediata, por no exagerar. Casi 25 años más adelante, cuando fui a visitar a mi tía hace algunas semanas, un hombre joven fue a comprar un vestido a su prometida mientras yo visitaba el almacén de mi tía. Y mi tía utilizó el mismo discurso que su madre y abuela han estado utilizando por generaciones y con mi propia cara vi como vendió ese vestido. Tuve que volver a mi ciudad natal y tuve que decir adiós. Quién sabe si la veré otra vez. Fui al hotel donde yo me hospedaba (mi tía vive en la parte posterior de su almacén y no había espacio para mi) yo tomé mis cosas y me fui de nuevo a mi ciudad natal en donde vive mi hermano. Aquí están algunos de las fotografías de esa parte de mi viaje:
It's been at least ten years since I've visited with my aunt Laura. At 74, she is very energetic and still manages to work at her little clothing store. She's been selling clothes all her life, just like my great grandmother, my grandmother, and even my mother, at some point. The skills for selling clothes were passed from generation to generation. I still remember the words my grandmother used with her prospective customers. "Come over here my caserito (dear customer), this dress will fit your girlfriend perfectly." To the unsuspecting young guy this was like a dream, finding someone who knew what a woman likes to wear. My grandmother would put the dress right in front of him, so close as to almost trying to match his size. He would look at himself in the mirror, with the dress in front, and imagine how it will look on his wife or girlfriend. It was also about options; my grandmother would present him with all the colors of dresses, but at the end, she would say, "This is my favorite." Guys hate to decide on things like that, so she made things easier for the client. The sale was instant, to say the least. Almost 25 years later, when I went to visit with my aunt a few weeks ago, a young guy got his fiancé a dress. And my aunt used the same speech that her mother and grandmother have been using for generations, to sell a dress.
I had to return to my hometown and I had to say goodbye. Who knows if I'll see her again. I went back to the hotel were I was staying (my aunt lives in the back of her store so there was no room for me to stay at her place) I picked up my things and went back to my hometown where my brother lives. Here are a few of the pictures from that part of my trip:
Visitando a mi tía Laura en la Amazonía
Han sido por lo menos diez años desde la última vez que visite a mi tía Laura. A los 74, ella es muy energética y se arregla para trabajar en su pequeño almacén de ropa. Ella ha estado vendiendo ropa toda su vida, tal como mi bisabuela, mi abuela, e incluso mi madre, en alguna ocasión. Las habilidades para vender ropa fueron pasadas de generación en generación. Todavía recuerdo las palabras que mi abuela utilizó con sus supuestos clientes. “Viene aquí mi caserito, este vestido le cabrá a su novia perfectamente.” Para el joven incauto esto era como un sueño, encontrar a alguien que sabía lo que a una mujer le gusta vestir. Mi abuela ponía el vestido delante de él, tan cerca de su cuerpo como para comparar el tamaño. El se miraba en el espejo, con el vestido en frente, y se imaginaba cómo se miraría en su esposa o novia. También habían opciones; mi abuela le presentaría con todos los colores de vestidos, pero al final, ella diría, “éste es mi favorito.” Los hombres odian decidir en este tipo de cosas, así que lo que ella se lo facilitaba al cliente. La venta era inmediata, por no exagerar. Casi 25 años más adelante, cuando fui a visitar a mi tía hace algunas semanas, un hombre joven fue a comprar un vestido a su prometida mientras yo visitaba el almacén de mi tía. Y mi tía utilizó el mismo discurso que su madre y abuela han estado utilizando por generaciones y con mi propia cara vi como vendió ese vestido. Tuve que volver a mi ciudad natal y tuve que decir adiós. Quién sabe si la veré otra vez. Fui al hotel donde yo me hospedaba (mi tía vive en la parte posterior de su almacén y no había espacio para mi) yo tomé mis cosas y me fui de nuevo a mi ciudad natal en donde vive mi hermano. Aquí están algunos de las fotografías de esa parte de mi viaje:
Monday, August 06, 2007
Fishing for Trout in the Ecuadorian Andes.
Wow! What an experience. My trip to the East Coast ended because of a schedule conflict. I was feeling down for not completing the St. John's section in Canada. Well, I guess I'll complete this section some other time. Instead, I decided to go to Ecuador and visit some of my relatives. I wasn't expecting to do anything exiting, just having coffee and enjoy a chat with my brother and my three 85+ year-old aunts. My cousin Mauricio talked to me into a trip high into the Andes for trout fishing. What started like a casual conversation ended up as the highlight of my trip to Ecuador. Sunday night Mauricio (I was named after him) prepared the fishing gear, including a Zodiac-like inflatable boat with an Evinrude motor, boots, rubber pants, jackets, and food. The next day we headed to the mountains and drove up to about 4,000 meters/snm (snm - sobre el nivel de mar). Needless to say, this is an altitude at which most Americans are not used to. My body was not up to the task and I got a bit dizzy while we gained altitude. Once I started rowing, all the discomfort went away and my body heat came back, right on time for some of the most spectacular fishing I've ever done in my life.
I came to live in the United States almost 20 years ago, just when I was about 21 years old. I was wondering how in the world I missed all this beauty. I guess at that time I was busy studying and I never gave me the chance to visit these beautiful parts of Ecuador. It seems though that today was the right time to go and fish. I got to appreciate the serenity of the water, the silence of this distance lake, and the visual treat of colorful plants and orchids growing along the shoreline. After begging my cousin for mercy, he took over the rowing and at he same time he showed me how to fly fish. He gave me the black small fly-fishing rod and an impromptu 101 class on fly fishing. Mauricio was really enjoying our chat about fishing. Suddenly, our talk turned to a little story about how our pasts are connected. Mauricio tells me the story about how he learned to fish. “When I was about 7, your dad Temistocles (Timy for short) used to take me fishing everywhere in El Puyo (A Town in the Ecuadorian Amazon)," he tells me. "Just the way your dad taught me fishing; now I'm teaching you." It shocked me for a minute. The last time I saw my dad was when I was 4 - 1/2 years old. Then my dad went to work in the United States and soon after he died in a factory accident in New Jersey. Although people tell me I did go fishing with my father a few times, I don't remember it. I thanked my cousin for this, and after his short chat we started fishing like crazy. We got 40(I got only 5 ) trout but we had to release 13 because they were too young. At around noon we stopped for a short lunch with bologna sandwiches, pop, and toasted corn, an Andean delicacy. Here are some of the pictures from that part of the trip:
Wow! What an experience. My trip to the East Coast ended because of a schedule conflict. I was feeling down for not completing the St. John's section in Canada. Well, I guess I'll complete this section some other time. Instead, I decided to go to Ecuador and visit some of my relatives. I wasn't expecting to do anything exiting, just having coffee and enjoy a chat with my brother and my three 85+ year-old aunts. My cousin Mauricio talked to me into a trip high into the Andes for trout fishing. What started like a casual conversation ended up as the highlight of my trip to Ecuador. Sunday night Mauricio (I was named after him) prepared the fishing gear, including a Zodiac-like inflatable boat with an Evinrude motor, boots, rubber pants, jackets, and food. The next day we headed to the mountains and drove up to about 4,000 meters/snm (snm - sobre el nivel de mar). Needless to say, this is an altitude at which most Americans are not used to. My body was not up to the task and I got a bit dizzy while we gained altitude. Once I started rowing, all the discomfort went away and my body heat came back, right on time for some of the most spectacular fishing I've ever done in my life.
I came to live in the United States almost 20 years ago, just when I was about 21 years old. I was wondering how in the world I missed all this beauty. I guess at that time I was busy studying and I never gave me the chance to visit these beautiful parts of Ecuador. It seems though that today was the right time to go and fish. I got to appreciate the serenity of the water, the silence of this distance lake, and the visual treat of colorful plants and orchids growing along the shoreline. After begging my cousin for mercy, he took over the rowing and at he same time he showed me how to fly fish. He gave me the black small fly-fishing rod and an impromptu 101 class on fly fishing. Mauricio was really enjoying our chat about fishing. Suddenly, our talk turned to a little story about how our pasts are connected. Mauricio tells me the story about how he learned to fish. “When I was about 7, your dad Temistocles (Timy for short) used to take me fishing everywhere in El Puyo (A Town in the Ecuadorian Amazon)," he tells me. "Just the way your dad taught me fishing; now I'm teaching you." It shocked me for a minute. The last time I saw my dad was when I was 4 - 1/2 years old. Then my dad went to work in the United States and soon after he died in a factory accident in New Jersey. Although people tell me I did go fishing with my father a few times, I don't remember it. I thanked my cousin for this, and after his short chat we started fishing like crazy. We got 40(I got only 5 ) trout but we had to release 13 because they were too young. At around noon we stopped for a short lunch with bologna sandwiches, pop, and toasted corn, an Andean delicacy. Here are some of the pictures from that part of the trip:
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Plans change again
The plan was to travel further East but the Ferry schedule betweeh North Sidney and Port Aux Vasques is not reliable. It wold take me at least four days of waiting even with reservations. That would ruin my plans to visit my brother in Ecuador. So I decided to cancel my plans going East and instead head south ahead of schedule. I'll be in Ecuador for a few days visiting my brother and eating some of the tradtional foods!!
Planes cambian nuevamente
El plan era viajar mas al Este pero el horario del vote entre North Sidney y Port Aux Vasques no es confiable. Me tomaria por lo menos cuatro dias de espera aun con reservaciones. Eso arruinaria mis planes para visitar a mi hermano en el Ecuador. Entonces decidi cancelar mis planes de ir al Este y envez ir al sur adelantado. Estare en el Ecuador por unos pocos dias visitando a mi hermano y comiendo algunas de las comidas tradicionales!!
The plan was to travel further East but the Ferry schedule betweeh North Sidney and Port Aux Vasques is not reliable. It wold take me at least four days of waiting even with reservations. That would ruin my plans to visit my brother in Ecuador. So I decided to cancel my plans going East and instead head south ahead of schedule. I'll be in Ecuador for a few days visiting my brother and eating some of the tradtional foods!!
Planes cambian nuevamente
El plan era viajar mas al Este pero el horario del vote entre North Sidney y Port Aux Vasques no es confiable. Me tomaria por lo menos cuatro dias de espera aun con reservaciones. Eso arruinaria mis planes para visitar a mi hermano en el Ecuador. Entonces decidi cancelar mis planes de ir al Este y envez ir al sur adelantado. Estare en el Ecuador por unos pocos dias visitando a mi hermano y comiendo algunas de las comidas tradicionales!!
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Visiting Lee, MA
My friend Kleber took me to different places. This a fancy town with rich people and expensive shops. We went golfing and visited a few other places. Here are some pictures.
Visitando Lee, MA
Mi amigo Kleber me llevo a differentes lugares. Este es un pueblo con gente rica y tiendas carisimas. Fuimos a jugar golf y visitamos un poco mas de lugares. Aqui estan las fotos.
My friend Kleber took me to different places. This a fancy town with rich people and expensive shops. We went golfing and visited a few other places. Here are some pictures.
Visitando Lee, MA
Mi amigo Kleber me llevo a differentes lugares. Este es un pueblo con gente rica y tiendas carisimas. Fuimos a jugar golf y visitamos un poco mas de lugares. Aqui estan las fotos.
Oshkosh welcomes me with a war plane!!
This is the video about the story I was telling you about. I drove by the plane just a few seconds after it landed. It was surreal. Here is the video of the actual landing filmed by a State Trooper...
Oshkosh me da la bienvenida con un avion de guerra!!
Este es el video de la historia que les estaba contando. Maneje cerca de este avion solo unos cuandos segundos despues de haber aterrizado. Fue irreal. Aui esta el video del aterrizaje actual tomado por un policia estatal...
This is the video about the story I was telling you about. I drove by the plane just a few seconds after it landed. It was surreal. Here is the video of the actual landing filmed by a State Trooper...
Oshkosh me da la bienvenida con un avion de guerra!!
Este es el video de la historia que les estaba contando. Maneje cerca de este avion solo unos cuandos segundos despues de haber aterrizado. Fue irreal. Aui esta el video del aterrizaje actual tomado por un policia estatal...
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Niagara Falls
Boomer resting safely at the Police Station while I visit the Falls
Boomer resting safely at the Police Station while I visit the Falls
Me at the American side of Niagara Falls
Eating healthy at the Niagara Falls Visitor Center
Mlore views of the falls.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
OSHKOSH - The Biggest Air Show on Earth
I was so desperate to get to Oshkosh that the show actually came to meet me, 20 miles before getting there. One of the war planes from the show had to do an emergency landing right on the road (Hwy 41 N.) I was using. Although the plane managed to land on a busy road with lots of electric cables going across it, the pilot dodged the cables and landed safely! No one was hurt. Too bad the cops didn't let us stop for a picture... Anyway, here are a few of the pictures from the actual air show. I’ll post comments about these pictures later.
OSHKOSH - El show aereo mas grande del planeta
Estaba tan desesperado de llegar a Oshkosh que mas bien el show vino a mi, 20 millas antes de llegar alla. Uno de los aviones de guerra del show tuvo que hacer un aterrizaje de emergencia justo ahi en la autopista(Hwy 41 N.) que yo estaba usando. Aunque el avion aterizo en una carretera muy ocupada, con muchos cables electricos atravezandola, el piloto evito los cable y aterizo bien! Nadie salio herido. Que pena que los policias no nos dejaron parar para tomar fotos... De todas maneras, aqui estan algunas fotos del show.
A nice guy I met at the show. He is now retired and enjoys flying his homebuilt KR-2 with a Wolkswagen engine.
The sun was hitting hard so I had to create some shade by placing the motorcycle cover between the motorcycle and the tent. That was the only way to get a cool breeze.
I was so desperate to get to Oshkosh that the show actually came to meet me, 20 miles before getting there. One of the war planes from the show had to do an emergency landing right on the road (Hwy 41 N.) I was using. Although the plane managed to land on a busy road with lots of electric cables going across it, the pilot dodged the cables and landed safely! No one was hurt. Too bad the cops didn't let us stop for a picture... Anyway, here are a few of the pictures from the actual air show. I’ll post comments about these pictures later.
OSHKOSH - El show aereo mas grande del planeta
Estaba tan desesperado de llegar a Oshkosh que mas bien el show vino a mi, 20 millas antes de llegar alla. Uno de los aviones de guerra del show tuvo que hacer un aterrizaje de emergencia justo ahi en la autopista(Hwy 41 N.) que yo estaba usando. Aunque el avion aterizo en una carretera muy ocupada, con muchos cables electricos atravezandola, el piloto evito los cable y aterizo bien! Nadie salio herido. Que pena que los policias no nos dejaron parar para tomar fotos... De todas maneras, aqui estan algunas fotos del show.
The Goodyear blimp floats above the Oshkosh camping area.
El dirigible de Goodyear flota sobre el area de acampar en Oshkosh.
A nice guy I met at the show. He is now retired and enjoys flying his homebuilt KR-2 with a Wolkswagen engine.Un senior my agradable que lo encontre en el show. Ahora el esta jubilado y disfruta el volar su KR-2 de construccion casera con un motor Wolkswagen.
The sun was hitting hard so I had to create some shade by placing the motorcycle cover between the motorcycle and the tent. That was the only way to get a cool breeze.Estaba haciendo un sol muy fuerte y tuve que crear una sombra colocando el covertor de la motocicleta desde la moto hasta la carpa. Esa era la unica manera de obtener una brisa fria.
Resting under the cool shade of an ultralight's wing.
Descanzando bajo la sombre fria de el ala de un ultralijero.
This picture is part of a series of pictures that form a spheric panorama. I'll post the finished panorama once I get back home.
Resting under the cool shade of an ultralight's wing.
Descanzando bajo la sombre fria de el ala de un ultralijero.
This picture is part of a series of pictures that form a spheric panorama. I'll post the finished panorama once I get back home.Esta foto es parte de una serie de fotos que forman una panoramica esferica. Pondre la panorama terminada en cuanto regrese a la casa.
This is one of my favorite airplanes; it's the Zenith CH701. It's an airplane in the Light Sport Aircraft(LSA) category.
This is one of my favorite airplanes; it's the Zenith CH701. It's an airplane in the Light Sport Aircraft(LSA) category. Este es uno de mis aviones favoritos; es el Zenith CH701. Es un avion de la categoria Light Sport Aircraft(LSA).
This is another favorite of mine. It's the Skycatcher LSA from Cessna.
This is another favorite of mine. It's the Skycatcher LSA from Cessna.Este es otro de mis favoritos. Es el Skycatcher de la Cessna.
Boomer on a Beemer
Yeah, I know. What's a stuffed bear doing traveling with a grown up man? This is actually, Boomer, a nice Brown Bear I got during my bike trip to Alaska in 2006. I got Boomer for my nephew Kevin Gonzalez. I dedided to take Boomer with me to the East Coast on the bike and later give it to Kevin as a special momento. Kevin is already eight years old so I hope he still likes this type of gift :-)
Since I left Denver, I've traveled with Boomer for 1,500 miles. It does create smiles but he also creates a little problem; everyone is tailgating me to see Boomer up close. I have to reduce my speed drastically, or accelerate, to avoid having those cars too close to me. If this continues I guess I'll have to transport Boomer on a black trashbag. The power of cuteness...
Yeah, I know. What's a stuffed bear doing traveling with a grown up man? This is actually, Boomer, a nice Brown Bear I got during my bike trip to Alaska in 2006. I got Boomer for my nephew Kevin Gonzalez. I dedided to take Boomer with me to the East Coast on the bike and later give it to Kevin as a special momento. Kevin is already eight years old so I hope he still likes this type of gift :-)
Since I left Denver, I've traveled with Boomer for 1,500 miles. It does create smiles but he also creates a little problem; everyone is tailgating me to see Boomer up close. I have to reduce my speed drastically, or accelerate, to avoid having those cars too close to me. If this continues I guess I'll have to transport Boomer on a black trashbag. The power of cuteness...
# posted by Timy Gonzalez @ Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Change of Plans
Well, after a last-minute change in my brother's schedule, I've decided to first go to the East Coast and then go to Ecuador to pay a visit to my brother and his family.
Well, after a last-minute change in my brother's schedule, I've decided to first go to the East Coast and then go to Ecuador to pay a visit to my brother and his family.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Verano otravez!! Summer Again!!
Summer is almost here and Curiosa (My bike) is itching to get out of the garage to burn some rubber. My plans chaged a little bit for some of the touring I had planned for the East Coast and Central America because of personal and work circumstances. I have not seen my brother for almost two years now and I want to go see him and his family in Ecuador. I'll continue with my travels as time allows.
I'm giving Curiosa new shoes and a lower suspension. Check out my blog for pictures of these changes in a few weeks...
On a better note, Jeremiah is about to complete his trip through Brasil. Look at his link on the right section of my blog. He has some of the best pictures a biker can take!!
=====Espaniol====
El verano ya casi esta aqui y Curiosa (Mi moto) esta que le pica por salir del garage y quemar llantas. Mis planes han cambiado un poquito and cuanto a los viajes que planie a la Costa Este y Centro America debido a circumstancias personales y de trabajo. No he visto a mi hermano Raul por casi dos anios y ahora quiero ir a verlo a el y a su familia en Ecuador. Continuare con mis viajes dependiendo si mi tiempo me lo permite.
Dare a Curiosa nuevos zapatos y una suspension mas baja. Revisen my blog muy pronto para ver fotos de estos cambios.
Y en una nota mas positiva, Jeremias esta casi por completar su travesia por Brasil. Miren su link en la seccion derecha de mi blog. El tiene algunas de las mejores fotos que un motociclista puede tomar!!
Summer is almost here and Curiosa (My bike) is itching to get out of the garage to burn some rubber. My plans chaged a little bit for some of the touring I had planned for the East Coast and Central America because of personal and work circumstances. I have not seen my brother for almost two years now and I want to go see him and his family in Ecuador. I'll continue with my travels as time allows.
I'm giving Curiosa new shoes and a lower suspension. Check out my blog for pictures of these changes in a few weeks...
On a better note, Jeremiah is about to complete his trip through Brasil. Look at his link on the right section of my blog. He has some of the best pictures a biker can take!!
=====Espaniol====
El verano ya casi esta aqui y Curiosa (Mi moto) esta que le pica por salir del garage y quemar llantas. Mis planes han cambiado un poquito and cuanto a los viajes que planie a la Costa Este y Centro America debido a circumstancias personales y de trabajo. No he visto a mi hermano Raul por casi dos anios y ahora quiero ir a verlo a el y a su familia en Ecuador. Continuare con mis viajes dependiendo si mi tiempo me lo permite.
Dare a Curiosa nuevos zapatos y una suspension mas baja. Revisen my blog muy pronto para ver fotos de estos cambios.
Y en una nota mas positiva, Jeremias esta casi por completar su travesia por Brasil. Miren su link en la seccion derecha de mi blog. El tiene algunas de las mejores fotos que un motociclista puede tomar!!
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Mas fotos de Xavico y Enrique en Colorado y Utah
Xavier and Enrique are in Colorado!!
They departed from Ecuador about a month and a half ago on two Kawasaki 650 KLRs and they are now on their way to Anchorage. On Wednesday I got the call I've been waiting since their departure from Ecuador. Donde andan "chugcha"? I asked them. We are in Durango, come and ride with us," they said. Who could refuse to accompany these crazy Ecuadorians on this part of their adventure? Newly unemployed, I decided to go ahead, prepare Curiosa, and on Friday I went to Durango, Colorado. I arrived to Miah's home, our great host, and I got to give these adventurers a big hug. They seemed in great shape and showed losts of energy even after more than 4,000 miles of riding. On Saturday we headed to Green River, Utah. It was a fantastic trip. We drove on the scenic 550 and 119 routes. On Sunday morning I headed back home in Denver and they continued to Yellowstone National Park. Here are some of the pictures from the past three days:
They departed from Ecuador about a month and a half ago on two Kawasaki 650 KLRs and they are now on their way to Anchorage. On Wednesday I got the call I've been waiting since their departure from Ecuador. Donde andan "chugcha"? I asked them. We are in Durango, come and ride with us," they said. Who could refuse to accompany these crazy Ecuadorians on this part of their adventure? Newly unemployed, I decided to go ahead, prepare Curiosa, and on Friday I went to Durango, Colorado. I arrived to Miah's home, our great host, and I got to give these adventurers a big hug. They seemed in great shape and showed losts of energy even after more than 4,000 miles of riding. On Saturday we headed to Green River, Utah. It was a fantastic trip. We drove on the scenic 550 and 119 routes. On Sunday morning I headed back home in Denver and they continued to Yellowstone National Park. Here are some of the pictures from the past three days:
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