This will be a short one. I’m exhausted and my legs were so stressed today that they are vibrating like a tuning fork as I lay here writing this.
Today’s ride was, in short – a major grind. It took me 10 hours in the saddle to get to Van Horn. The ride was 85 miles through the high desert with no services or stores. All of it was against a wall of wind at times gusting with such velocity that the phone lines would sing.
To make things even more challenging, I had little sleep last night. After I climbed into my sleeping bag I noticed a skunk wandering nearby. He raised his tail each time I tried to coax him away. Then the javelinas arrived. At first they stuck to the brush surrounding our campsite. I tried to sleep, but their croup like snorts and grunts made this impossible. So, I decided to leave the ground for the skunks and javelinas and sleep on top of the picnic table. This proved unworkable because I kept rolling off. In the end, I sat atop the table and watched dozens of javelinas march through our campsite. At around 3am the parade ended and I was able to move back to the ground and bag a few hours of sleep before starting today’s ride
While fighting into the wind up a deserted stretch of Hwy 90, I saw a Prada shop. My first thought was that I was overly dehydrated and hallucinating. Instead, it turns out that this is the work of an artist out of Marfa, a town 25 miles to the south. Prada in the desert and Stonehenge II – Texas is full of surprises.
Some photos from the day.