Yesterday's expected storm actually arrived as we were sitting down for our celebratory dinner. Very little rain, but high wind gusts. When we returned to our campsite, we discovered a broken tree limb on the ground equidistant from the trailer and my tent, so no damage was incurred. One of the tents had pulled loose from its stakes, and was located halfway across the campsite, completely intact. That was our excitement for the day.
Today was a beautiful ride. The route between Kerrville and Johnson City was tweaked this year, so instead of travelling the busy main road between the cities, we meandered through country side roads with almost no traffic. In fact, at times it felt like we were trespassing on private land, having to stop for cattle on the road, and watching the goats scatter ahead of us. Very peaceful and lazy, which is strange considering we had a long day ahead of us. It's amazing how blasé we've become about the distances we ride.
Stopped briefly in Fredricksburg, a town with Germanic roots, and also the birthplace of WW2 Pacific War hero, Admiral Nimitz, which explains the naval museum in a town miles removed from any major body of water.
And now we're in Johnson City, birthplace of Lyndon B, and home of the Ladybird Johnson Municipal Park, and the Lyndon B Johnson National Historic Park. See the pattern here?
Tomorrow, we ride to Austin, and a rest day, which, after nine days on the road, will be greatly appreciated. Apparently, Presidents Obama, Clinton, and Bush will be in Austin on our rest day to commemorate the signing of the Civil Rights Act 50 years ago. I haven't been invited to the celebration, so will give it a miss. My day will be spent sightseeing, doing personal housekeeping, and perhaps shipping home the cold-weather clothing I packed, did not use, and won't need in the upcoming weeks as we head into Gulf Coast country.
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