We want to get to Pie Town, to restore our food level. Realising we have to much hot food, and to little cold like sausage and Chees. The weather is just to hot for 1 meal a day so we need to change the approach to our eating. We take the forrest road, which helps to get the horses moving and is better on the shooing of the horses. The Duplos and also the groundgrips are doing fine, best yet are the heavier version of the Duplos, that Apache is wearing. We will have made close to 500 km in these two weeks and are doing fine when you look at the trails we traveled. We decide to take the road since a big fire is sending its smoke cloud our way. We travel nicely, but the smoke or better the fire worries my two collegues and as we meet some firemen in the middle of the forrest, we discuss the different possibities of getting around the fire that is spreading. At the time we are not finding any water, so the firemen let the horses drink from their 10 gallon drums. We following the road but must Akzept to make a big detour, making sure we are avoiding the burn area.
As we proceed the next day, we see lots of smoke rising at the horizon and to make some progress we want the horses to trott, but hey are not exited about it. So it take some urging on my side, to get them going, when the road we are taking, brings us constantly closer to the smoking pillar in the distance. Mark kind a gets worried and wants to know, how we are going to proceed and I can not give him an answer, except to say, not to worry. Cause the fire is long distance away. We come to a fire station in the middle of the woods, and it seems as if all the firefiters had parked their cars there, but nobody was around. We rode on and where looking for a well or a spring, and on the CDT map it said, there was one in about 5 km disdance. As we got close, we run into a forrest service truck, and they where garding the road, making sure nobody would ride into the firezone, which had spread 4 fold during the night. As I discussed road and direction with the chef of the forrest people, who came from all over the states, and did not know the area any better, than I did, Mark and Szolt proceeded to the well, returning after about an hour without having found any water.
The forest men offered some water they had for the horses and they trank it happily. We agreed to
travel on the forest road east in a big curve bevor we would hit Hwy 12 in the north. This added about 22 km to our trip of the day. We trotted on and arrived south of the Hwy 12 at the st. amariollo plains, an empty and very uninviting place. We found a corall and at the road there a Sherriff was watching out again, nobody would drive up the road to the fire. We had an interesting discussion with the second Sherriff, who had to spend the night, holding watch over the road.
He was very sure of the fact, that there was going to be a war, between the Dems and the Reps in the forseable future and he explained why he never would give up his right to own a semiautomatic wapon.
As we proceed the next day, we see lots of smoke rising at the horizon and to make some progress we want the horses to trott, but hey are not exited about it. So it take some urging on my side, to get them going, when the road we are taking, brings us constantly closer to the smoking pillar in the distance. Mark kind a gets worried and wants to know, how we are going to proceed and I can not give him an answer, except to say, not to worry. Cause the fire is long distance away. We come to a fire station in the middle of the woods, and it seems as if all the firefiters had parked their cars there, but nobody was around. We rode on and where looking for a well or a spring, and on the CDT map it said, there was one in about 5 km disdance. As we got close, we run into a forrest service truck, and they where garding the road, making sure nobody would ride into the firezone, which had spread 4 fold during the night. As I discussed road and direction with the chef of the forrest people, who came from all over the states, and did not know the area any better, than I did, Mark and Szolt proceeded to the well, returning after about an hour without having found any water.
The forest men offered some water they had for the horses and they trank it happily. We agreed to
travel on the forest road east in a big curve bevor we would hit Hwy 12 in the north. This added about 22 km to our trip of the day. We trotted on and arrived south of the Hwy 12 at the st. amariollo plains, an empty and very uninviting place. We found a corall and at the road there a Sherriff was watching out again, nobody would drive up the road to the fire. We had an interesting discussion with the second Sherriff, who had to spend the night, holding watch over the road.
He was very sure of the fact, that there was going to be a war, between the Dems and the Reps in the forseable future and he explained why he never would give up his right to own a semiautomatic wapon.
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