Last night when we went to bed, it was about 80 degrees. Heavy wind blew in after midnight, and it was in the forties when we woke up. Wow, what a change! But, probably for the better for me. The wind was at my back, and it was a great day to ride. The landscape became more desolate, with even the ranches pretty much disappearing. There was a border patrol checkpoint we had to go through, complete with drug dogs. Traffic became pretty thin, with nothing but trucks and border patrol going by every once in a while. For all the desolation, I had a very sociable day.
I stopped at chatted with bicyclists and motorcyclists four different times. First was a Canadian named John, that was riding from San Diego to St. Augustine . A little while later was Dave, a seventy year old, who left from north of Los Angeles, and was headed to Florida. Next, was Brian, a younger guy from Colorado who was biking to New Orleans. I compared notes and chatted with each guy for about fifteen minutes each, and picked up quite a bit of info about what was ahead, as well as biking and equipment ideas. I got to see how some experienced guys were doing the cross country trip. There was an overlook at the now famous Pecos River, where I talked to about twenty motorcyclists from Michigan, who were doing an annual ride around southwest Texas.
We stayed in a (former) town known as Langtry. It is the home and domain of Judge Roy Bean, if you have heard of him. ( I think Robert Redford played him in a movie). The town had a few residents, but it was mostly the Roy Bean museum, and many dilapidated buildings, some made of adobe. There were lots of historical markers around, and Pam and I explored in the Jeep, and toured the museum. We stayed in the community center parking lot, which had an 'iron ranger', asking for a two dollar donation. An iron ranger is a little metal box hanging on a pole, with a slot for money. This lot is a frequented sight by bicyclist who don't want to do the 120 miles between Sanderson and DelRio. It cuts the trip into two 60 milers if you stay there.
|Check point! Bring out the drug dogs!|
|Brian from Colorado on his way to New Orleans|
|The desert is starting to flower|
|Cool train bridge - the train tracks are with us all of the time now.|
|The road ahead of us.|
|Hwy 90 going across the Pecos River|
|When she's not sleeping in the motor home, she is often posing for pictures.....|
|At the Pecos River|
|One thing that is nice along Hwy 90 is the many picnic areas, which often have historical markers at them.|
|Abandoned buildings are not an uncommon sight.|
|The road ahead....|
|There are MANY canyons along the way.|
|Eagles Nest canyon - the bridge in the foreground is 90 and the background is a train bridge.|
|A "sign" at the entrance to a ranch|
|Our "campsite" at the community center. For $2 I can't complain!|
|Judge Roy Bean's saloon/courtroom - it was used for both!|
|If Mike is waiting for his whiskey, he may have a long wait!!!!|
|In the cactus garden at Roy Bean's place|
|That's a BIG cactus!|
|View from a hill that we climbed in Langtry.|