Yeehaw! We’ve managed to average over 10mph for the last two days. So now we are a touch faster than a motorized wheelchair. I’m finally starting to feel like I’m getting acclimated to the cycling. (translation: I don’t feel like I’m at death’s door at the end of the day) We have been aided by a tailwind, but I’ll give the credit to our improved athletic prowess.
We’re riding along the US-Mexico border on Highway 90. We’ve passed a number of border patrol vehicles and went through a roadside immigration checkpoint.
Don’t think it hasn’t occurred to me that if we took a left instead of a right that this trip would be a whole lot shorter. Even my phone thinks I’m going to Mexico. I received a courtesy text this morning letting me know about the international rates. Thanks T-mobile, but I don’t think I’ll be taking this POS dumb phone into Mexico, thank you very much.
Now that we’re out of the Hill Country and moving into the West Texas desert we’ve experienced a 60 degree temperature differential in one week. After one miserable day of riding in blistering heat we are now waking up at 5am and are on the road by dawn.
I’m not a huge fan of waking up before the sun, but even I’m on board with this new routine, because this is what happens when we get a late start in a 90+ degree day. The sun does not agree with me. Nasty.
We can get the majority of our miles for the day done before most people finish their morning coffee. Traffic is lighter, temps are cooler, winds are favorable, but most importantly, our new routine means we finish earlier, which gives us time to stop and smell the roses. Or in our case, the flowering prickly pear cactus.
Or chase a jackrabbit…
Or hike in a canyon. Ok, maybe we lacked the ambition to go hiking but we did walk through the park’s educational exhibit and admired the view from the deck.