Ed phoned around 8:30 tonight to let me know that the seniors have safely reached the destination for Day 2, Campwood, deep in the heart of Texas Hill Country. For tonight, they checked into a $46 motel. “More up-scale than yesterday and very nicely secluded”, Ed added.
It was an uneventful day. Everyone was in good shape and so were their rides. No rain, but it was a bit overcast today; and as the elevation rose, the temperature fell. Ray, 78 and a former salesman from Lake Charles, pulled into Wal-Mart for a couple of sweaters and then he was good to go.
The riders each kept to his own pace and did not ride in a tight pack. But if Ed and David (from Huntsville) thought they were fast, the rest of the group were really not too far behind as they quickly caught up at every major turn. “They were christened by the twisties”, Ed said proudly about the first-timers to the Hill Country.
Bluebonnets were here and there, dotting the landscape. The Guadalupe was up as a result of ten inches of rainfall last week. At one point, crossing a low bridge over a river, the seniors had to ride through water almost a foot deep. Everyone made it across without any incidents.
In Banderas, the group stopped for “a fancy lunch”, said Ed, “we even got a delicious sample platter compliment of the house!”
Earlier in the evening at the motel, they met this man from California, traveling on a bicycle with no particular place to go, whose stories about Big Bend really psyched up the group and got them all excited with anticipations.
I asked Ed if he was tired, and he said,”yeah, a little.” Then Ed remarked about Day 3, which will take them all the way to Marathon, just north of Big Bend. “If they thought it was interesting today, just wait ’till tomorrow,” Ed chuckled as he spoke.
“We still haven’t made any motel reservation,… just taking it one day at a time,” Ed closed with that statement.