On another day of tough headwind I also battled a rough road for the full distance today. Pour Oreo cookies into really gooey pancake dough, bake to a crisp, and then try driving a match box car over it...that was the best analogy I could come up with in riding an aluminum-framed touring bike over the chip-sealed roads today.
The first 60 miles were flat, bleak, and trashy. Unfortunately, the best part of Del Rio was looking at it in the rear-view mirror. I needed some comic relief, and little did I know it would come in the form of a package waiting for me in the Bracketville, Texas post office. My friend Chris sent me a nice sized bag of Hog bars, along with a good dose of his very original humor. I was laughing so hard that the the postmaster wished me to leave her zip code.
After Bracketville, with 70 tough miles completed, I think I subtly said goodbye to the American southwest and said hello to the Texas hill country. The scenery got pretty again. I saw many deer, wild turkeys, and armadillos in just a few hours of late day pedaling. Great horned owls hooted in the distance during one of many stops to eat still more food (~10,000 calories today, only 6 of 15 Hog bars left as I write this). I got into river bottoms full of live oaks, of course an evergreen species familiar to folks who live or visit along the U.S. South Atlantic coast. And I even crossed a couple shady spots with hickory trees, another sure sign that the P4W2 miles in the great American desert are about behind me.