Today's trip was into a solid headwind, with wide shoulders most of the way (when they weren't being used as travel lanes. ) The scenery was pretty boring, with lots of cactus and hackberry trees ( I think)and scrub trees. All the creeks were dry, as this area has been in a drought for years, except for the San Antonio River, which was about as big as Chartiers Creek at home. The small towns I passed through were of similar make up, with the neat, old, downtowns, and pretty poor residential areas. Sometimes it was really hard to tell if people lived in the old mobile homes and regular homes, but I think many were occupied. There was a great share of abandoned buildings that they leave to get swallowed up by nature over the years. But, there are also some huge, beautiful homes on some of the ranches.There are also a lot of pop up RV parks that are for the oil industry workers. There were even some trailers set up by a company called Workforce Apartments, or something like that.
I noticed right away when I left this morning that the totally flat coastal areas that I'm used to riding are history. The terrain never stopped rolling, and we are now about 500-600 ft above sea level. The hills were sort of nice, even though the headwind really didn't let me roll on the downhills very much. Our campground is actually on the top of a hill, with a decent view.
I also tried a different technique today to protect my lips, which are deteriorating rapidly. I rode with a blue bandanna wrapped around my face, under my nose, sort of like a bandit. I got a few weird looks, but I probably would have gotten them without the bandanna. Tonight and tomorrow will tell if it kept them from getting worse.
|Since we've been in Texas, we have been seeing washaterias! That's their name for a laundromat!|
|This was on the ranch next to our campground.|
|Gate to the ranch on the other side of our campground.|
|Close-up of the gate.|