It was evident that since the sun was shining that much of the snow and ice had melted, unfortunately, it was running across the road in corners and out of the shadows, and even though the temperature was going up, it the prudent rider kept a close watch on where the rubber was headed. In a few places, slush intruded on the path, but not enough to make it a huge worry. Stopping at the intersection of 337 and 55 outside of Tajique , the snow fences were barely visible above the mounds of snow. The moisture in the air was evident as snow was succumbing to sunshine. Rejuvenated by the food, the riders left east on 60 at a variety of pace to finish the tour.
Traffic is light and the pavement is good.
This time of year, you have to be blind or oblivious not to see the thousands of Sandhill Cranes standing in the fields just off the pavement. That is, of course, if you have enough gas to get there. One boxer, usually known for good gas mileage, thought he was on fumes, and after some scratching and reasoning, we drained some gas from another bike into an abandoned soft drink bottle and Dr. Pepper became the fixer upper until we could find an open gas station. A couple of riders had never been on some of these side roads, so it was a treat. I was also shown one I had never been on.