I’ve been loving the changing desert landscape, always rugged and wild. We’ve moved from the Big Bend area into the grassy plains of the Marfa Plateau.
Seems like life here in West Texas hangs in the balance for everything and everyone. A place where Mother Nature still holds the upper hand.
We look forward to “brown signs” as they are a good excuse to rest our legs as we learn about the brave souls who first settled here, some successfully, some not so successfully, and about the geological processes that shaped the terrain we ride over. Though it does not make it any easier to climb the mountain if we know it’s volcanic rather than limestone reef, it does put it into perspective to know we’re at least not doing it via wagon at a time when the law was made by whomever could pull their six-shooter the fastest.
And then there’s places like Prada Marfa, a faux Prada store. There is no placard explaining what this building is doing in the middle of the desert miles from, well, anything. According to wikipedia it’s a “pop architectural land art project” . No wonder I didn’t get it. We did run into some very nice New Yorkers while we were there though. Go figure.
We also met some cyclists out on the road heading east on the Adventure Cycling Southern Tier route. Our route has overlapped some of the same roads and it’s been fun meeting up with people. In fact, Jim & Peg had already heard about us through another cyclist’s blog. We’re almost famous. We thought it was interesting that all five of us were riding the same make and model bike, Surly Long Haul Trucker.
We completed the lonely 74 mile stretch of road with no services and landed in Van Horn, Texas. The first thing I did was house a plate of tacos, beans and rice.
My new favorite snack (other than Mexican coke and the ridiculous amount of avocado I eat with a spoon) is this coconut pineapple juice, also out of Mexico. My stomach is getting very excited about Mexico and all its delicious offerings.