Day 11 - Texas ...again

I got on US-90 north this morning and had thoughts running through my head about things to say in my blog this afternoon. But, now at the end of the day with several hundred miles under my belt and hot and sweaty and tired, do you think I can remember all those great pearls of wisdom from this morning? Noooo, of course not!

I remember the way I felt though...it was like I was where I was meant to be...on the road...on the bike with no worries. Life is good.

Got to Texas around lunch time.



Texas has a bunch of little roads all over the state with FM designators. Someone once told me that when Tx had their oil boom and the state coffers were overflowing with oil money taxes, they used their vast surplus to go around and pave all those little farm roads. FM is supposed to mean Farm Road or something. I don't know if this really true but it's cool trivia for around the dinner table [grin].



My tire is doing fine. No one needs to worry that I'm going to get stranded out in the middle of nowhere tomorrow. It appears to still have lots of life left.



This morning was magical. Maybe tomorrow will be more of the same when I get back on US-90 and take back roads to Alpine, TX. I've been on 90 from San Antonio to Sanderson but have never been further. This time I'm taking 90 all the way to the end at Van Horn.