It was mutually agreed that we observe to the
proverbial day of rest by taking the day off. The off day was the result of two brutal
60-mile days on the road riding against that invisible bandit that stealthily
steals your energy. In fact, we did ride
40 miles today, half the distance to Camp Wood, our next stop.
The above
maneuver puts us one day behind in the original schedule. No one here is
complaining. Mike even benefited because we have stayed in Del Rio with its
great hotel accommodations. He will miss out on the Woodbine Inn in Camp
Wood. The rest of us are holding our breath, wishing for the best.
We met in the breakfast room at 7:00am for a hearty
meal. While we ate, a dripping rain began to dampen the roadways. After
breakfast we stepped out into an intermittent mist, just enough to be
comforting, and dangerous. Bike tires and wet roadways are a bad mix. The lane
lines and any metal are extremely dangerous. With that we headed for the
highway with some trepidation. As we
rode US 90 30 miles east toward Brackettville our path dried up. The fickle
wind shuffled between a headwind and a crosswind. We managed it well even
though we were both riding tired. We met St. Susan half way there and again in
Brackettville where Mike was waiting for us as well. He had a couple of warm
Stripes burritos in hand as we arrived. Stripes is West Texas’ equivalent to
the Southeast’s 7-11 stores.
Jeff Johnson, of the Johnson Ranch, himself |
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