Day 7 of 17 Days of Texas. It should have been an easy day – under 60 miles – but the wind had other ideas. Maybe the wind wasn’t as bad as I thought, the lack of sleep may have had something to do with it. There were many freight trains throughout the night and while they were not exactly coming through town, they blew their whistles the entire length of the valley waking me up several times. Then there were also the roosters, they started crowing at about 3 a.m. – aren’t they suppose to wait until at least sunrise? Our breakfast this morning was also just as bad as the meal the night before. This morning it was breakfast burritos, kind of yucky, kind of greasy, very crappy riding food.
After checkpoint and the entertainment that went with it – Katie and Mo singing to the tape player and dancing – I was able to get some speed up and get in at a reasonable time. A tour of town turned up a lack of services, but in the park right across the street from our camping area, a celebration with food was happening. Sanderson was celebrating Cinco di Mayo one day early, so at least we got some pretty good bbq for lunch. Bob, Sig and I then headed off to the only bar in town for a beer, I thought it looked pretty scary from the outside, but proved to be quite harmless on the inside. The barkeep was a hapless old man who had a real hard time with our order - three beers. A cheat sheet on the cash register was there to help him with his pricing – 1 beer = $1.50, 2 beers = $3,00. The three others in the bar looked like they had been there awhile and probably would continue sitting there for the rest of the day.
Dinner tonight was in a closed restaurant. They opened up just to serve us dinner, it was good and plentiful. Back at camp we could see that the celebration was revving up and the bands were getting ready to play – which they did until 1 a.m.
56 miles