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Del Rio

2014-06-14

tl;dr: I tried to outrun a storm and failed. After fifty miles of boring roads I stopped in Del Rio.

I slept well. Being exhausted helps with that. I awoke to flashes of lighting in the distance. I have no phone service here in order to check radar, so I debated staying until the storm passed versus hitting the road and beating the storm to the town of Bracketville.

I opted to hit the road, though it was still another hour until twilight. I had hopes that the full moon would light the road, but the coming storm blocked that, so I had to use my tiny flashlight to see.

I failed to beat the storm.

This road has almost no traffic, but a rancher passed by and offered me a ride. I told him I'd continue on, because of "the experience and all that." In the end, the storm only struck a glancing blow, but the winds propelled me along at crazy-high speeds. Until this morning I'd never used my eighth gear (my bike only has eight gears).

By the time I made it I to Bracketville, the storm had passed. I found a cafe to dry off in.

Because of the storm, I missed the Alamo, which I'm told is locked up anyway. I was also told that there was nothing else to see in this area, and that turned out to be true.

I pushed down Highway 90, which I plan to be on for some days, waving at the Border Patrol occasionally and seeing little else (look, no pictures). My rear tire developed a slow leak at some point, so I had to stop every eight miles or so and pump it up. That was easier than trying to fix it on a dry desert highway.

I've made my way across a good chunk of Texas now, and I don't know if I've yet seen a cowboy. I've barely seen cows. But there are no shortage of goats. I guess goatboy doesn't sound as noble, though.

I stopped in Del Rio with a good day and a half of potential bicycling left. Once again, I find myself juggling work schedules and potential stopping points. I was ready to stop, anyway. Otherwise I'd have a tremendous tailwind all day long. Bicycling with a tailwinds is not desirable when it's 95 degrees and humid, because you can't cool down.

More storms popped up in the afternoon, and by 10 PM it is still 90 degrees. I'm glad I'm not camping, because I would have been forced to put up my rain fly, and that makes for a hot tent.

Sometimes I consider heading home where at night a cool breeze blows through open windows, but then I remember how my neighbor thought it would be a good idea to buy a coon hound.

good morning rainy Texas


30 miles of this


border patrol lane



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