I parked my bike at the campground in Langtry last night thinking, Well, that kind of sucked. Tomorrow will be better.
Then the wind blew at about 25 mph all night, blowing the tent walls against my head and howling through the decaying buildings surrounding us. When we left the Judge Roy Bean Museum this morning [DAD: Judge Roy Bean did not name Langtry after Lillie Langtry, although he told her that in letters. He also never actually met Lillie Langtry.], the wind was in our face at 30 mph.
But we pedaled. I was in my granny gear on the uphills, then on the flats, and on some of the downhills, I could shift one or two gears up. That was it. That Mother Nature, she is a bitch sometimes.
We covered the first 29 miles in 5 hours. After the first couple hours, I said to Tony, “It’s got to get better. We just need to keep pedaling.”
And, for the next eight hours, this played repeatedly in my head:
And it never got better. Wait, when it got dark, completely dark, for our last 5 miles of riding into Del Rio, the wind finally stopped. What a day. At least it didn’t rain on us.
Tomorrow will be better. Onto Camp Wood, Texas!