Texas was a long haul. Lots of different climates. Lots of headwinds. I saw more dead things than that Sixth Sense kid. Is it that Texas DOT doesn’t clean it up? Or that there’s that much more live stuff to become dead stuff? Or is it just a deadly place? I dunno. Here’s my special dedication to all those that gave their lives so that I could live on the roads we shared in Texas:
- Turkey vulture
- Unknown paws from black plastic bag outside El Paso.
I enjoy following you Tony. Thanks for the effort it takes to write each day. You are much better than I. I keep a diary but not nearly as interesting a read. But I must say, make sure you throw in some fun stuff that makes the misery of riding all worth the effort. You may be scaring some away from attempting such an adventure- on the other hand, it”s probably the hardest thing (bike touring) that most people will ever experience. But the birds singing at dawn and the smell of a ponderosa pine are unforgetable. Bob Mundle
Hey Bob. Thanks for the kind words. You’re probably correct. I tend to write just as a development exercise and with the idea no one is listening. But yeah, I’ll try to make sure it’s not all gloom and doom!