11/6/2014
We had the good fortune of finding a tiny motel in the middle of nowhere. By tiny I mean it had six units and cozy quarters. I was surprised to see anything out there at all really. Wagon Wheel Café and Motel surprised us further by donating the night’s stay. The gesture left me speechless.
The 90 is a stretch of road used by truck drivers and the border patrol. Running on the same road as cars driving 70 mph terrified me on more than one occasion. Running on those roads when they were wet, and with hard rain falling, made my heart stand still. I caught myself holding my breath at the sight of approaching big rigs. I took it all in stride one step at a time for the first half of the day.
After seventeen miles we hit the Pecos River. Bodies of water make me feel happy. Even with the gloom of dark skies, the flowing river made me beam. Crystal met me right before the bridge and we took some time to stroll around. We made some friends with a pack of billygoats. They even had two babies with them. The two black and white baby goats accidentally got trampled by their clumsy parents as they tried to run away from getting their picture taken. I laughed so hard my side hurt.
The bridge was just another obstacle on my path. It was a tall, wet, metallic and concrete obstacle with fast cars. My slow twitch muscle fibers took a back seat to my quick twitch muscles. I waited for a couple of cars to cross before making the dash. When the coast was clear I sprinted across the bridge and then coasted up the hill. The skies were still grey but they kind from there on out. We got to Comstock with no problems. We parked outside of their only RV resort but no one was there. They did have wifi but we were just out of reach of their signal. It was alright though, tomorrow was just around the corner.
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