We woke again this morning to the 6 AM alarm.  Hallelujah! No flat tires this morning.  We got our bikes packed and went across the street to a local breakfast place recommended by a guy in the room adjacent to ours.  Breakfast was pretty standard fare.  We finished and started walking back to the room to get the bikes.

That's when the thunder first rolled.   Storms were a definite possibility in the afternoon, but hadn't been predicted in the morning.  So we turned on the weather channel.  Sure enough, A line of storms was moving through the area.  So we laid back down and rested for another hour until radar showed them clearly moving out.  So shortly after 9, we were finally on the road.

There's a fairly steep climb out of Silver City on Hwy 180, that takes you directly to the continental divide at 6230 ft.   We took photos on Barb's cell phone,  but we're in phone access twilight zone tonight and we can't get them on the blog.

After clearing the divide, we had a nice downhill ride for 10 miles, and then another 3 miles of relatively flat riding along a canyon, then began a slow ascent into Buckhorn.

We pulled into the Buckhorn RV park about 1:45, and immediately beGan setting up tents under a car port style canopy.  We got things pretty well unpacked and were relaxing on our sleeping pads, when the thunder rolled a few times and we got a pretty heavy downpour mixed with small hail for five minutes.   We were both relieved we'd made it in and were caught on the open road.

Supper tonight was at the Last Chance Liquor and Pizza, where despite the name, it was a package store with no alcohol served or consumed on the premises.  Still the pizza was good,  and we have a few pieces leftover for a snack later.

Just as I've been finishing up my blog another east-bound cyclist pulled in.  Bill is a retI red employeye of the Panama Canal,  still living in Panama.  We've spent some time discussing tours and directions trying to both give and receive information about what lis ahead.

Tomorrow will be a challenging climb from where we are now over a pass at 6295 ft.  But we have most of the day to complete it.

On a positive note, my Craftsman wrench may be a lucky charm after all.  No flat tires riding either yesterday or today.  Probably just needed a period of adjustment to know its proper role.

Feeling fine and lookino forward to tomorrow.