The arrow slits in the tower at the corner of the stone wall caught my attention. My eye followed the wall farther down the road to a massive wooden door. Beyond the door was a portion of the wall, partially crumbled, reinforced with timber beams wedged into the berm near the road.
I felt like a movie archeologist, discovering an ancient ruin, despite the fact trucks and cars were passing us by — enough distraction to only slightly spoil the moment.
I desperately wanted to explore once I peered through the gate. The opening was wide enough to fit the camera through but too small to squeeze my body into the courtyard. I considered climbing the partially fallen wall but was afraid to cause more damage than already existed. Additionally, it would have required leaving the bikes alone at the side of the busy road, out of view.
There were no signs to indicate what the massive compound was. Subsequent cursory searches on the interwebs yielded no information. So, at least for now, I must be content with the pictures and the Google satellite image.
The rest of the day seemed to be less eventful. We were passing through a large agricultural valley. Corn was being harvested, while other fields were being planted by hand with an unknown crop.
The day became a bit more interesting when the skies turned black and brought lightening, thunder and rain. We found an empty building and took cover. It was late in the day about an hour before we planned to look for a camping spot. While waiting for a break in the rain we ate our dinner.
The rain slowed to a drizzle but the skies threatened more storms. We managed to ride few more miles before finding an abandoned barn. The terra-cotta tiles were still mostly intact, providing us with a welcome dry, camping spot for the night.