Our friend Ron swooped in from Austin last night with a cooler full of steaks, bear and wine, salad, fruits, tray of brownies and other deliciousness. We fired up the smoker, made a campfire and had a feast. It was just what we needed. THANKS Ron!
But in the morning, Ron and Rich packed up, and headed back to Austin. It was the last of the goodbyes. It was a sad feeling seeing the guys drive off.
The adventure finally felt real today. Before it felt more like a vacation or a trip to go visit friends. Now it’s just the two of us.
The ride today added to our feeling of solitude. We rode from Camp Wood, to the next town, Brackettville. Within the 50 miles separating the two, there were no services, nothing, no businesses, no residential areas, just mile after mile of barbed wire fencing occasionally interrupted by a gated dirt tract that would disappear into the scrubbrush. Even the cows were out of sight.
Throughout the day I hear the soft jingling of two charms I have on my front pannier. I’m carrying a few things that remind me we are not alone. The one on my front pannier is a charm of St. Christopher, patron saint of travelers, given to us by our friend Sandra. She even dipped it in holy water and had it blessed by a priest, so it’s legit. St. Chris is bejeweled with an earring given to me by my best friend of nearly 30 years, Caitlin.
Behind my seat is a charm with the Latin inscription, dia pantos, meaning continually, always, through all time. It is from a bracelet my friend Julie gave me and two other of our friends.
From home, I have my Dad’s Swiss Army knife and a ribbon of my Mom’s that I use as a headband.
And overseeing all the shenanigans, in the form of a puffy sticker on my front fender…
Jesus is at the wheel.