On the Droid again. These mom & pop motels don't have computers--or breakfast either!!
Should have been a relatively easy day today despite our route being 110 miles. The route sloped gently downhill 2000 feet. The forcasted SW winds should have made for easy spinning, but the wind came up from the south, migrated to the east, and blew in our faces, at 20 - 30 mph, for the last 60 miles. The temp climbed over 85 just to add extra suffering to your heat-challenged scribe.
We knew there was absolutely no water, or any services at all those last 60 miles, so I drank until I sloshed at our lunch stop in Marathon, filled all 3 28 oz bottles and bought another pint of bottled water. It wasn't enough. As we pedaled at 15 mph or less DOWN hills we should have been coasting down at 30mph, my language became just as blue as the sky.
It is so dry here I never dripped any sweat but it was evaporating at a great rate--I was one salty boy once we finally made it to Sanderson, TX. Been drinking water and eating salt ever since, and hope I might have to pee by morning!
The damned Weatherman now admits its a east wind and says it'll stay there and blow at 35 mph tomorrow. Since our route is 90 miles straight into it, with not a single motel along the way, we just might stay put tomorrow to let our bruised psyches, drained kidneys and whipped legs recover.
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