89 km/55 mi
I said goodbye to Tom and Pat knowing I would see them that evening.
89 km/55 mi
I said goodbye to Tom and Pat knowing I would see them that evening.
89 km/55 mi
I said goodbye to Tom and Pat knowing I would see them that evening.
~80 km/~50 mi
Did I mention how much I like the Albuquerque bike trails? I rode the entire length of Albuquerque from Corrales to south of the city without EVER RIDING ON A CITY STREET! What? You heard me. That's over ten miles, if I'm not mistaken.
~80 km/~50 mi
Did I mention how much I like the Albuquerque bike trails? I rode the entire length of Albuquerque from Corrales to south of the city without EVER RIDING ON A CITY STREET! What? You heard me. That's over ten miles, if I'm not mistaken.
The passage of time is subjective. This is pretty basic. It's interesting how differently you see time when you've been rambling from one campsite to the next, then spend days, whole days! in cities. I feel like I've been living in New Mexico for just over a year, but in reality it's been a week or so. I've been in Albuquerque for full on three days, but somehow my brain supplies memories counting much more.