Tough day. Chip seal and headwinds; a match made in hell. It's amazing; this state is overflowing with oil money, and yet they can't properly pave a road. Actually, it's a very cost-effective surfacing method; cyclists were not factored into the equation when the decision to use it was made. I'm surprised no one in the group has lost a tire. If I get through Texas unscathed, I'll definitely write a glowing review of the Schwalbe Marathon Plus tire. So far, it's been bombproof. Touch wood.
Overall, little traffic, mostly semis and the ever-present, ever-vigilant Border Patrol. In addition to the wall/fence, the Border Patrol fly up and down the highway in their white and green SUVs and pickup trucks, looking for illegals. A dirt road has been bulldozed alongside the highway we've been travelling. At certain times each day, a truck pulling tires chained together drives down the dirt road, smoothing the surface so that if anyone comes out of the wilderness and crosses the path, their footprints will be visible when the Patrollers drive the route. In addition to manned vehicles, the agency is employing drones and helicopters, as well as heat, motion,and vibration sensors. The members of the tour who are in favour of these measures say it's not about curbing immigrants, but fighting the drug trade and the criminal element who support it. It seems like an enormous expenditure of money for dubious benefit.
I'm sitting outside my tent which is on the edge of a bluff overlooking the state park. I can see for miles. Banks of clouds in the distance reflect the setting sun, and the wind is buffeting my tent. I think I'll leave the fly open tonight to enjoy the overnight stars, and the morning sunrise.
Not many photos today; a combination of not much new to see and facing into the sun. Oh well, can't produce masterpieces every day.
Crossing the Pecos River from Far West Texas to West Texas.
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