After yesterday’s stint in the ditch and pallet palace, today had nowhere to go but up. Our new route means we will miss a few parks but part of what played into our decision was we have previously explored this area of West Texas/Southern New Mexico. Yesterday made us realize it is impossible to appreciate a place when we are physically miserable. Sometimes it is best to take the path of least resistance. And for us that path was to El Paso.
Many of the “towns” we’ve gone through are little more than dots on the map. There are a few resident holdouts but the cafes and gas stations have long closed shop, nature slowly reclaiming their structure.
We were thrilled when we stumbled upon a little oasis in Cornudus Texas, May’s Cafe, 90 or so miles from our last bacon sighting. Our GPS denies May’s existence and Cornudas Texas doesn’t even show up on Google Maps. We thought it might be a mirage so to make sure it was real we had two orders of eggs & bacon, an order of pancakes, and for good measure we had two turkey sandwiches.
Fueled with full bellies we headed back out on the road. Today’s ride was a bit uninspiring with sprawling plains of the Chihuahuan Desert, the Guadalupe Mountains out of view behind us, but the winds were favorable and we were treated to a long descent into El Paso. The beauty in today’s ride was in the relative ease we were able to cover 85 miles. Beauty is not always experienced through the eyes.
On our way around El Paso we hit our first 1000 mile mark. Just a bunch more thousands to go!
We avoid riding in and out of large cities whenever possible because it is usually stressful given the traffic congestion and navigating the city infrastructure. El Paso was relatively easy given there was a loop road around the city and though it was a high speed divided highway it did provide a generously sized bike lane. The only scary part was negotiating the entrance and exit ramps as it was the only time we had to cross traffic.
We had hoped to make it to a state park this evening but we ran out of daylight so we are stealth camping just north of the city limits. Turns out we are camping at the end of a driving range, which explains the random golfballs we kept finding.