Day 25- Riding into the sunrise is unusual for this team. Again, no donut shop in sight, but Kim took care of that last night while we were at the movies. She purchased a baker’s dozen of donuts at the local Walmart. There are only 5 left, do the math. With south, southeast winds the team is headed mostly north today with another day of winds at their back.
Road surface is rough, rough, rough, see photo below.
I took time to travel into “downtown” Del Rio, hoping to find pastries in a shop called the “Brown Bag”. Alas, no pastries, no donuts, so I stopped at the HEB grocery store to pick up a few items we have run out of, Gatorade, cokes, tamales, cole slaw, Thin Golden Oreo’s, avocados (for great guac,can’t run out of guac), you know all the healthy food we keep eating!
By the time I hit the road, it was close to 10:00 and I had to catch up to the riders to be sure they got a lunch break as there were no cafes restaurants, or quickstops on the route they took. When I passed through the Immigration checkpoint, I asked how long ago the cyclists had passed through and he indicated about an hour ago, you better go catch up with them quick! I managed to locate them about 20 miles later in time for sandwiches for lunch. As they traveled on to Rocksprings, I waited on the side of the road so we could make a lodging decision upon their arrival. The Sorrells Inn was selected (there were only two hotels in town). After showers and a quick walk around the town square, we stopped in the other hotel, the historic Rocksprings Hotel. The owner conversed with us and was able to get the owner of the liquor store to come back to open it so Jeff could make his purchase. Small town living is great! The lady of the hotel shared many maps with us including some with all the local wineries; we may never leave the Hill Country! We also shared a bird photo with her to see if she could identify it. She brought out her bird books and we finally found the name – a Caracara, nicknamed a Mexican Eagle.
We also shared a photo of what the cyclists thought was a javelina; the hotel lady identified it as a feral hog.
Upon our return to the hotel after our brief but informative walk, we made dinner decisions with Kim. Since the Vaquero Cafe was without their grill facilities and could only offer Tacos or Enchiladas, we settled on the King Burger and had a great meal as well as getting to know the waitress, a little local color.
Tomorrow – HalF – way to Fredericksburg