Silver City

We rode 53 miles to Silver City, 2400 feet of climbing, most of it a steady 2 to 3 percent grade, which is easy, except for our old nemesis, the wind.  The last third of the ride was more up and down and less wind, so the steeper climbs were easier.  Silver City is an aspiring Santa Fe, with lots of nice shops, including a fine ice cream parlor—I had homemade dulce de levels.

In the first shop we visited, Wild West Weaving, the owner asked if we were the bikers she had seen that morning on road from Deming.  She learned to weave from a family in northern New Mexico who have been weaving for 7 generations.  She just finished the tapestry above, for which she also dyed the yarn.

The town is full of murals and other wall decorations.

This bike outside a bike store was not for sale.