Today’s 65 mile ride from Las
Cruces to Clint welcomed us to Texas. SR 28 out of Las Cruces this morning was
as lovely a road as any – lush green vegetation, pecan groves shading the road,
a scenic mountain backdrop whenever we caught a break in the trees, and two
more crossings of the Rio Grande, all with wide, clean shoulders and light
traffic. As if to validate our infatuation with the route, we passed probably 50
cyclists in our 2 hours on that road (well, I saw 50 but my dad saw 100 and my mom saw 70). It’s amazing how comforting a little foliage
and other humans on the road can feel after days of little but sun, dust, and
arid landscape. It was a great ride.
At one point we startled an
animal that took off running down the road alongside us, then cut back on a
ridge through the crops. He had the coloring, build, and speed of a fox, but, I
kid you not, the face of a bulldog. If it had been a dog, I imagine he’d be
running at us, like all the other
dogs we’ve encountered, not away from us, so I spent some time this afternoon Googling
fox-dog hybrids. Turns out that’s not a thing, so the mystery remains.
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| Pecan grove providing cover on SR 28 |
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| Almost to the TX border |
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| Caught George taking a call on the stationary bike after our ride - the meds are apparently working |
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| Asked my mom if the Restaurant in Clint was part of the motel or part of the gas station - her response was "yes" |
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