December 16, 2004; Hill Country Continued

I often have to duck to get my hair wet in the shower, but never to actually get in the shower. It's not all peaches and cream for members of the six foot club. It is pretty sweet though, I'm not going to lie.

After the shower, I packed my lunch and planned my trip. It was another perfect day in the hills. My pipes sang from the hill tops and growled in the valleys. The path out of Campwood was straight and hilly. I followed the Nueces River on a road that was mimicking the stock exchange charts; short rises and dips along a generally rising or falling course.

At the Northern end of 336, the cattle fences gave way to open range. I took advantage of the situation and wandered a couple hundred yards off the road with my lunch and notebook to find the most scenic view. The wind was nonexistant as the sun warmed my leathers. I passed two hours in the field propped up on some rocks and my duffel bag. With a full stomach and an updated journal, I dozed off for a half an hour. Life is good.

In mid afternoon I completed the Three Sisters Route. Hill country was great, but it was time to leave. I made haste to the nearest large town and uploaded my pictures from the last six days at the library. Back at the hotel I made arrangements to store the bike in Plano with Judy, a friend of Saundra and Virgil from the Fruita, Colorado Co-op. They are still helping me out. Amazing.