She left early and gave us free reign of her kitchen for breakfast. It's wonderful how trusting people are with us, strangers, in their homes. The point has been made though that bicycle tourists probably aren't the highest risk for making off with your possessions. We obliged and cooked a 5 egg breakfast before leaving around 11.
It was predictably hot and completely cloudless. A flat day comprising three roads. Unfortunately yesterday's wind had died down but it was still a welcome easy day.
40 miles of nothing at all until Bracketville. The trees of the Hill Country now becoming fewer and noticeably decreasing in size. We join the old friend Highway 90 to take us into Del Rio with a slight tailwind.
Elk's Lodge #837 is listed on the Adventure Cycling map as a place to stay for cyclists. The sign on the entrance lists a Secretary and Exalted Ruler. Interesting... cult? A few knocks on the door, a lady shows and says we're welcome to camp under the pavilion around the back. We make our way and let them get on in their bizarre social club.
We have no idea what type of organisation this is until a bit of research shows it's one of those vague organisations with vague mission statements of benevolence and probably a bit of religion thrown in the mix. Apparently they're a recognised thing though, not quite the cult we first thought, so thanks for letting us stay. Still a bit culty though.
Alice is also heading west tomorrow for a wedding, which is along our planned route out of Del Rio so hopefully we can cross paths.
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