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Oct 19

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The Ride Home – In Two Day

Sleeping in Balmorhea was like sleeping under a bright light.  The full moon covered everything with a layer of pale silver.  When I woke up, the sun was starting to peek out of the East, behind one of the mountains.  Yesterday morning was the last camping morning.  So, I took my time and prepared my last portion of [freeze dried] scrambled eggs and bacon, and took out the portable espresso coffee maker to prepare a good old cup of java.  Out of one of he pockets in my jacket came a piece of graham-toffee fudge, which I had saved from several days ago, when I stopped by an old lady’s coffee shop in Moab.  Still rich and delicious.
From there it was time to pack the tent, which was drenched in dew, and get the sheep skin from the BeMWu’s seat over to the bathroom to dry it under the stream of hot air from the hand dryer. I packed up, and was on the road.  It was a warm sunny day.  What else could I ask for?  Just as I left the campsite I had noticed that in the distance, there seemed to be an interesting ‘wall’ of clouds that started at ground level,  and separate the area from the mountains.  I had not been riding for more than 15 miles, when I came into contact with said ‘wall’.  It almost felt like Balmorhea had been inside the ‘Dome’ [I must confess I have never watched the TV series though].  The experience of riding through this ‘wall’ was quite surreal.  I could make the ghostly shape of the eighteen-wheelers in front of me, while I navigated in this very bright white mist, with a deep blue sky right above.  Fog is the closest way to describe it, but it certainly has a different feel to it.
After clearing the ‘wall’ I continued on IH-10 for a few miles until I was able to get off the interstate and onto 190.  I had been so happy at the start of the day to not have to wear so many layers, but now, as far as the eye could see, which granted in my case is not as fas as it should, the sky was pewter colored and threatening with heavy rains.  So out came the rain suit, and the tick was riding again.  Highway 90 leads to Iraan, and from there on West, through a series of wonderful hills and mountains.  This is prime motorcycle riding slab.  I rode in my tick suit for about 100 miles until I reached El Dorado.  Not a single drop of rain had fallen on me.  At that point it looked like the sky had started to clear, and I was able to put away the rain gear.  From El Dorado it was a short hop to IH-10 again, for a brief stint on the Interstate, and then back to back roads, just past Junction, where I got on 290.  Wow, awesome road for biking again, all the way to Fredericksburg.  Past that I took a series of FM roads that took me through Luckenbach, where some kinda big time motorcycle rally was going on, and then to Blanco, and finally, 410 miles from Balmoreah, Wimberley.  It almost seems like tradition that I do get rained on every year on the when I ride into Wimberly.  Yesterday was full of clues pointing towards the continuation of that tradition.  Finally, 30 miles from Wimberley, a few drops of rain, and a light drizzle kept the tradition alive. 
In Wimberley I was finally reunited with my sweetheart Sandra, and we spent the night in the guest house of our dear friends Gale and Lucy Wiley.  Dinner was a wonderful treat courtesy of Don and Nan Perkins, where we spent a good part of the evening conversing about the latest government shenanigans.
Today I ride back home, with Sandra pulling sag wagon duties.  I will have covered a bit less than the projected 5,000 miles that I initially set out to do.  By the time I make it home, I expect to have raked in about 4,200 miles or so.  It has been a very interesting two weeks.  A combination of beauty, and weather challenges, unexpected events and unexpected finds.  I have learned a lot.
This is to be the last entry for the 2endslavery ride of 2013.  I am so thankful to all of those who have contributed to the mission of this journey, which is to support, not me, but the amazing and dedicated work of International Justice Mission, and the Polaris Project, as they tirelessly work for those that are, today, enslaved, and to keep others from becoming victim tomorrow.

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1 comment

  1. Armando Sobalvarro C.

    Nice! Alguna vez te has puesto a pensar en empezar a compaginar todas estas notas de tus viajes?? Creo que mis cuñados, ávidos motoristas los tres, tendrían interés en leerlas y quién quita, allá en USA se puedan publicar las “Memories of My Biking Trips” (in Support of anti-Slavery). Un abrazo,

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