Woke up with the alarm because it’s moving day again. Leaving Marathon and heading east. I didn’t
take a shower last night so I went to bed looking like I spent 260 miles with a
helmet on my head. So when I looked in
the mirror this morning, my thoughts went a couple of different ways. I choose to stay with ‘Yay! I made it to
58…celebrate!’ Hard to reconcile the
reality that I’m in my late 50’s with the child inside who still thinks I’m in
my early 20’s.
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Heading toward Uvalde, TX, hoping that the campground I left
a message with returns my call and tells me they have availability for
tonight. Otherwise, onto Plan B, which
will be made up as we travel along.
**Park Chalk Bluff did return my call and we have a spot reserved for
tonight.**
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As we traveled east on Hwy 90, I was hoping that we’d see the
bicycle tour group from the other day.
Figured that a 60 miles day would have put them in Sanderson last
night. Then today they’d be on their way
to Langtry which is 57 miles from Sanderson.
Although I didn’t see anywhere to camp in Langtry…but that’s their
problem, not mine, right? J Anyway, we passed them strung
out along about a 10 mile stretch of the highway. The other morning we were talking to two
ladies that were riding a tandem bike...saw them today at the top of a hill…they
were off the bike taking pictures of the view. And I won’t lie, riding up those
hills in this heat didn’t look like a good time to me, even with two providing
the power. I prefer a motor attached to
my bike. I don’t expect we’ll see them
again on this trip because we drove about 230 miles east of Marathon….it would
take them 4 days to get this far. Don’t
plan on being here that long…although our plans are always subject to change.
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Sitting at a gas station, using the computer and I had the
door open to let the heat out and the breeze in. When my mouse decided to fall out of the
truck, I had to go after it…so I moved everything on my lap to the console,
where it perched precariously. Grabbed
the mouse from under the truck and jumped back in my seat, only to find that
the camera had fallen there. I let out a
yell and maybe swore as I rode out the pain...then checked to see if the camera
still works…it does. And it feels like
it’s gonna leave a mark.
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Driving along Hwy 90 this morning, we noticed that there was
a dirt road parallel to the highway. I
thought it was a ranch road because we were definitely in ranch country. Then I noticed that every so often there a
set of 3 big tractor tires chained together.
Kim thought maybe a way to block the road from being used…but that didn’t
explain the extra length of chain coming off one of the tires, which would make
it easier to pull for whatever reason.
Kim then told me about a trick bear hunters up in the U.P. would
use: in the evening, they would drag the
camp roads in an area so in the morning they could tell if what size bear, if
any, had walked across it. This road
continued next to 90 as much as the landscape would allow. Then we saw a Border Patrol truck coming at
us…and it was dragging a set of the 3 tires.
Which then begged the question if the Border Patrol is employing the
same tactics as the bear hunters, except they’d be looking for human footprints
in the sand. Hmmmm….
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Made it to the campground and the setting is very picturesque
and secluded. It’s on the banks of the
Nueces River near the town of Uvalde. It’s
about ¾ mile back off Hwy 55 and we were told that if we go back down the ‘driveway’
until we’re past the yellow pole we might be able to pick up a Verizon
signal. No wi-fi available. This is will be interesting…no technology at
camp. We’ll be in withdrawal, for
sure. But we have water and electricity…we’re
near the bathrooms/showers…I have books and a couple of moives I can watch on
my computer. Life ain’t so bad. I’ll keep writing in my journal but in light
of the technology blackout, who knows when it’ll get posted to the blog.
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