Here, most motos (as they're called) are no larger than 250cc. Even the cops rarely have anything larger!! A 250 is perfectly fine for off-roading, but waaaaay underpowered for the open road which is where I predominantly like to ride. I found a bike designed for the open road because of its gear-ratio, but still only a 250cc. It needed a new tire. Couldn't find the size I needed ANYwhere!!! So, I resorted to Ebay. Got a good deal, but the shipping was almost as much as the tire. Well, to avoid a long story, it took damn near 2 months to get into my hands what with customs, impuestos (import taxes), no notification that it was here, etc etc. Anyhoo....the tire was installed and along with a few other repairs, I was road-ready a few days ago.
I'm the curious type. When I see a road that goes off to who-knows-where, I wanna know WHERE. So, I started out with my own back yard (thus, the title of this blog).
I've gone up the dirt road that passes near my house, but not very far. I wanted to see WHERE it went and what would I find? I live at the base of a rather large hill. I went, up, up, up until my highway-geared, small-engine bike would go no further. Amazing views. Very simple houses perched on steep slopes with multi-million dollar (if it were back home) views. Ridiculous views.
From up there, I could see another road waaaay down below me that I knew went past the one-and-only golf and tennis club of Cuenca. I've been down THAT road many times, too, but only so far before turning around. Soooooo....I decided it was time to explore the beyonds of that road, too.
It's about a half mile down the highway from my place, where you turn off to go to the golf'/tennis country club. The pavement ends and turns into a dirt road riddled with dinner-plate sized potholes...kinda like an acne nightmare. I drove...ooops....RODE...past the point I've been before. What a treat!!! The road snaked through an elongated valley, following a river, flanked by hills to the right and left. It went on and on and on. Surely, there would be and end to it. Nope.
That didn't matter because the scenery was beautiful. Poor houses, nice houses, adobe houses, houses with laundry strung out on lines and flung over fences to dry, a woman using a garden hose to wash her clothes over a smooth rock, bridges, women doing their laundry in the river, teens walking their horses, a man crafting tables out of the local wood, a city bus, a school bus, tiny little tiendas (stores), a few churches, and even restaurants that made you wonder....'where do the customers come from?'.
I kept wanting to drive further and further (dodging a zillion potholes) in hopes of finding the end of the road. But, after 10 kilometers (6 miles) I decided to turn around. I brought my camera with me. On my return leg I did all the stopping of places I saw on the way in...when I was on my way out.
In the 6 miles I traveled, there were FIFTEEN bridges that crossed the river. Some were pedestrian-only, some were for cars. Some were modern, some were...ummm....I'm not sure I want to walk across that thing.
So, now....I'm going to let the photos do the talking. I took so many photos, I ran out of memory on my camera!!
This is my back yard.
|The view of Cuenca as I drove higher and higher up the dirt road behind my house.|
|There were an awful lot of crosses on the way up. Hmmmm.|
|Zooming waaaaay in, that's my house with the red tile roof on the left.|
|A small basic house with a million dollar view.|
|Another angle of the same house.|
|Another simple house with a ridiculous view.|
|Zooming waaaaay in and down to the other road I'm about to travel on.|
|A bridge to nowhere. At least, on the other side there was no road. Maybe a trail.|
|Every day is laundry day.|
|Women washing clothes in the river.|
|Pulled back from a bridge...the women washing clothes in the river about center of the photo.|
|A pedestrian bridge. OSHA did not approve this.|
|A church that serves the little hamlet.|
|That is one lonnnng tree timber that provides the support for this bridge.|
|If you don't go out and explore, you'll never find these treasures. Someone built themselves a 'castle' deep in the valley I was travelling on.|
|Another 'pedestrian' bridge.|
|Dad....I want to be a plant. I have always felt I was a plant.|
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