We get up early and head for a first McDonald's breakfast, mainly interested in the WiFi. Ken has realised that his rear wheel has a spoke pulling out of the rim so heads over to the bike shop to find a replacement. It's not well stocked so there wasn't anything suitable. Ken decides the best option is to order a replacement online and get it shipped to ahead to Fort Davis in a few days time. We'll chance it and keep on riding until then.
After the setbacks and lunch we leave Del Rio at half 2. Luckily a very generous tail wind carries us at speed over the beautiful blue of Amistad Reservoir and the vast Pecos River.
East Texas seemed to feel sorry for us when we say we're going west. West Texas, that'll be fun! Hahaha!
Ken and I are both of the opinion that we've never experienced a desolate landscape like it, so are quite looking forward to it. Indeed, there was was a whole lot of nothing today.
A Border Patrol checkpoint (a big presence on this stretch of the highway as Mexico is only a stone's throw away) is such a welcome stop for water. Silly me, I really should have picked up another couple of litres in Del Rio.
We arrive in Langtry. You'd struggle to call this place a town - it's a collection of abandoned outposts. We find the caravan listed on Warm Showers open for cyclists to stay in. Olive and Rachel from California and Stephen, a Brit living in France, both heading W-E from California to Florida have beaten us to the beds. We cook tinned chilli and cous cous on the caravan hob and eat and chat outside on the bench in the fading sunlight.
Unfortunately we didn't get to stop off earlier and meet Alice as we were running so late. Ken and I set up our camping mats under the moon's reflection. What a beautiful evening.
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