Day 32 - Kerrville, Tx, 52 miles, 1,363 miles total

I got back on the road today but it wasn't an easy task.  There was a light rain and a strong wind this morning, and if I'd had my druthers Z and I would have taken another day to explore this side of Texas.  But she had a flight to catch, and I had a schedule to keep, so we parted ways and I started pedaling toward Kerrville.

The first and only town of any size I passed was Fredericksburg.  It clearly has strong German roots, as is obvious by the Wilkommen sign at the edge of town.  There were quite a few tourists there, possibly for an Oktoberfest celebration.  And, there was the Whirlygig store.


A Whirlygig store near Fredericksburg

Enough Whirlygigs for the entire Lone Star State

On the far side of Fredericksburg I stopped at a Subway for lunch and was shocked when Z walked through the door.  She had been, as she says, "stalking" me with her phone and came to spend a few more minutes with me before heading for the airport.  What a great surprise.

After Fredericksburg the road turned to the south, straight into the wind.  My luck with the wind has officially ended.

It was a tough day for riding, but I'm thankful I didn't have any trouble with my knee today.  It had tightened up quite a bit on Wednesday after riding the hills into Johnson City.  But Z knew what to do and she fixed me up.  I also got a small muscle roller to keep the knots at bay, and it seems to work very well.

There's a whole lot of land in Texas


Tomorrow I'll be riding straight south and if the wind does a repeat of today, it's going to be a long, hard day.  Thunderstorms are in the forecast again as well.  I wonder if I'll ever get away from the bad weather.

Comments

  1. JulianOctober 14, 2018 at 12:15 AM

    Best of luck with the wind. You have also got hills I am afraid

    Julian

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  2. UnknownOctober 14, 2018 at 3:54 PM

    can you add a motor to your bike?

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