Crozier Canyon on the First Cool Evening
The heat does not end on a date out here. It stops meeting you at the door one evening, and in town you do not notice it at all. You notice it about twenty miles east, when it dawns on you that you have quit leaning away from your own engine.I ran out 66 toward Valentine with a little under two hours of light left. That road empties out fast once the last of the Valle Vista houses are behind you, and by Hackberry the only traffic is whatever freight is moving on the tracks. The trains out there run close enough to the pavement that you feel the second one coming before you hear it. I have ridden that same stretch in July with the air coming off the asphalt like somebody left an oven door open. This time the vents were doing nothing for me at all, and I ended up zipping the jacket back up a...