Fred comfortably sets a new record for pancake size this morning. Fat and full of banana and pumpkin and all things I’ve come to appreciate before a day cycling. The morning sun burning through the garage as we’re prepping our bikes signals it’ll be another hot one.
Evan turned up late last night. We head 50 metres, Evan turns east, Ken and I turn west. The road follows alongside the Guadalupe River for a while which was quiet and pretty.
Barely ten miles further we pull into the roadside and a business owner rushes over to offer us supplies. Jennifer hotfoots it back to her house and reappears with a tray of orange juice, breakfast tacos, bagels, fruit, the works.
Barely ten miles further we pull into the roadside and a business owner rushes over to offer us supplies. Jennifer hotfoots it back to her house and reappears with a tray of orange juice, breakfast tacos, bagels, fruit, the works.
It's a really lumpy road ahead so we start off fairly steady. We meet another cyclist heading the other way, and then strangely another one comes up 1 minute behind her. He tells us that we’re at the half way point between coasts: impromptu celebration for the four of us!
It's hot going again.
It's hot going again.
Our plan was to make it to Leakey but ultimately pull up short as Ken isn’t feeling 100%. It actually made sense as we’ll have to split the journey to Del Rio into two days anyway.
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The place we’ve decided to stay at was essentially the backyard of a convenience store who made up a price of $15 for the two of us to camp. No showers so we decide to take a bath in the adjacent river.
Bigger hills tomorrow.
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