Oct 04

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2013 Crossing Deserts: Day One Roads Less travelled


By  some miraculous action there is WIFI reaching my campsite. I traveled over 380 miles to get here, Seminole Canyon.  As the sun sets, I think back to the start of this Journey, less than 10 hours ago.  I had barely slept six hours, after frantically trying to get all my stuff packed last night.  There was a last minute trip to the camping supply store to get something that would allow me to stay warm in my 40 degree sleeping bag, when the night temperatures get below that.  I also expected to face windier than usual conditions, so new spikes for the tent were in order.
I finally got to bed past midnight, but I could not quite sleep.  The mental check list kept on ticking in my mind.  Indeed, there were still things to be done early in the morning, such as resetting the message to the GPS transponder that reports my position every 10 minutes during the journey.  But finally sleep came.
I was up at six, and while Sandra prepared some breakfast burritos I finished the bike loading.  Joe and Don, ever faithful friends, came by to see me off, and to pray for the trip, and for the mission of the journey, the ongoing need to spread the word about human trafficking, and raise funds to assist victims.
I was off finally, a bit after 7:30, and worked my way out of Houston, wading through the morning rush-hour traffic.  I headed south on 59, looking for my usual spot to intersect with Alternate 90, and then it was West for the rest of the day.  This is my usual route when I head West for any reason.  It snakes and rolls through small towns, and soon enough you start encountering hills and curves.  All of this is denied to the Interstate traveler.  Around east Bernard, home to one of the Houston Texans unsung heroes, the current punter, a nagging question crept into my mind: “had I packed a flat repair kit?”  I knew I had packed the electric pump, but could not recall the plugging kit. I tried to talk myself out of the worries by thinking that I had never had a flat, but then again, I always have had a plugging kit. 
At around 100 miles, I decided to take a quick break and rode into the Halletsville town square.  Right in front of me was an Auto Store.  Well heck, what better timing.  I popped in and got a plugging kit.
The journey continued through familiar towns, including Shiner, home to one of my favorite beers, and Gonzales, home to the only place I know where you can still visit the old jail, and see the gallows they used to execute prisoners.  I usually cut north when I get to Gonzales, so the road less traveled started here for me as I continued west.  I rode past Seguin, and got on to I-10 briefly to get through San Antonio  Past San Antonio it was back to 90 and Castroville came along.  Perfect spot to get one of my road trip staples, BLT.  From there Hondo was the last town that I remember by name, until I crossed Del Rio.  From there, a wonderful sight as I crossed the Amistad reservoir, and briefly after that had a short visit with a very polite border patrol agent.  
Seminole Canyon is not far from the Amistad.  The road starts showing signs that you are entering canyon lands. The highway descends, and cuts into the rocks.  Signs of the desert are everywhere.  Cacti and light purple flowers, along with euphorbias line the roads in the rocky landscape.  Peace begins to settle in my mind.
As I set my tent, and prepare for a windy, but dry night, I have my first encounter of the trip.  As always, a motorcycle loaded with camping gear attracts people, and seeds conversation.  A gentleman wants to know what year the BeMWu is, and where have I gone.  As the conversation develops we get to the purpose of the journey.  One for the good guys.

Good night 🙂

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1 comment

  1. Sandra

    miss kissing you goodnite, sweetie.

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