Wouldn't you know it! The day after I got on my soapbox and spouted off about the wind and roads, today's ride included shoulders as smooth as silk, and a tailwind that caressed our backsides as it hurried us down the road. The gods finally smiled on us. Now, if they can only produce those conditions on the longer rides, like tomorrow's 75, I'll be a happy camper.
Del Rio is on the Mexican border, and is the mercantile hub of the region. In addition, there is the Amistad National Recreation Area which includes a large reservoir lake that draws anglers and water-sports enthusiasts from all over west Texas. So, in addition to the semis and Border Patrollers passing me today, there were also boats of all shapes and sizes being towed along.
Not much happening today. We're camping behind the local Elks club, which is in the running for the "Grungiest Bathroom on the Tour" award. I find I am no where as fastidious, ie how many times an article of clothing can be worn before laundry time, or washing of hands, as I've been at home, although my long-suffering wife would question the degree to which I worried about such things. That said, this place is bad. On the other hand, it's only for one day; surely tomorrow's stop-over will be better. Hope springs eternal.
Six members of the tour opted to spend the night at the local Best Western after the rocky campsite at Seminole Canyon. Can't say I blame them. The hard ground and strong winds made for a fitful sleep. A nice soft bed would go very nicely right now, thank you.
On the other hand, directly behind/below my tent is a small babbling brook which will serenade me tonight.
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