A Whole Lotta Nuthin' but Boring and Bummers

Not much to report after finally making the 54 miles to Sanderson. Woke up bright and early with plenty of time to ride 60 miles to Langtry, but the bicycle gods refused to allow me to proceed. Three flat tires, three broken spokes and a night alongside TX Rt. 90 ensured after only 37 miles.

 Early morning came with the next obvious stop being Langtry. Karma and I knew that 23 miles would be no big deal. However, little did I know we'd face 20-30 mph headwinds the entire ride. At one point I am convinced I hit 45 mph winds. That was right as I rounded a bend and hit a wind tunnel of sorts where a hill  was carved down about 40 feet to make for easier road building. I actually was cursing at the wind. I'm not 100 percent certain if that helped or not, but it made me feel better temporarily.

 At this peak from approximately 2 miles away, I spotted a white vehicle parked. From what I've come to know, this could only be one of two vehicles - A rancher looking for coyotes or the US Border Patrol. As I approached, I determined it was the border patrol. Karma and I set up the hill from the road and met the officer, a young woman approximately 30 years old. She told me she spotted us in her binoculars way off in the distance and couldn't initially figure out what was behind my bike and then deduced it was a trailer because of my little runner beside me.

 I stopped at the area below to do a little fossil hunting (this time to no avail) but did find crystals in the sedimentary rock - very small ones, approximately 3/8" thick. They will go to my daughter and the fossilized mollusks I found in New Mexico will go to my son - just little mementos to let them know I'm constantly thinking of them.

 Yeah, I found flowers!

As we rode the final miles into Langtry, the clouds to our northwest became ominous of an impending storm. The winds died down (thanks to Rush Limbaugh ceasing to speak for a few minutes) at this time. We crept into Langtry and set up camp at a small RV park where Karma had a nice play date with an enormous Great Dane. After making pleasantries with the owners, I quickly set up my tent, feeling a few raindrops. We snuggled in the tent and then passed out, even with the buffeting of our tent from the wind and rain.

 So with blue skies this morning Karma and I are just relaxing in the warm sunshine, of 58 cozy degrees at this writing. We stepped across the street to photograph the post office and the "justice center" of Judge Roy Bean. With that semi-mandatory stop made, we set off for packing and heading toward Del Rio. 60 miles away.

To my friends and family, I miss you and love you. To my children I love you and forever will.