11/8/2014

When the endless rain of biblical proportions finally ceased, I welcomed the sun like an old friend. Oh how I missed the sun. The damp clothes had begun to pile up in the trailer. I even thought I caught the scent of mildew. Luckily I was wrong, it was the scent of sweat and rainwater: which was just as bad if not worse. The sun was the remedy that would make everything better.

Waking up at the Holiday Trav-L-Park was very relaxing. The green trees gave the place plenty of life. Instead of having breakfast as usual, I delayed my morning meal to look at the lake. I did however have a hot chocolate. Despite the many days of missed posts, due to the lack of signal, I took my time updating my travel journal...

11/7/2014

Hunting season started around these parts earlier in the week. There are people here that raise deer and rent out their land so people can hunt. I had never heard of that. Of course I don’t know much about hunting. I always thought I had a killer instinct. I was pretty cutthroat at sports but I’ve never been much for actual killing. Hunting seems reasonable if the hunter consumes the entire animal and it’s much better than factory farming. At the end of the day if the food chain stayed in balance, nature should take its course.

I could feel my achy joints and achy muscles on this very cold and rainy day. Perhaps my body was growing accustomed to three glucosamine pills a day. The sun fooled me by peeking out of the clouds but, it was just a trick...

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...