We are afraid of the weather. The wind is forecasted to be especially strong today and we can't catch a break. Yesterday's ride wasn't too bad considering all. In fact we think were off to a good start and the first 35 miles seem to go fairly well. The road of course hasn't changed for days, it shakes us and the equipment, I worry about breakdowns we are just in the middle of nowhere. Seriously nothing against Texas, this part of it is just miles and miles of open farmland / desert / prairie.

About 11:30 AM the wind come ups, the terrain changes to a lot of steep up and downs, then the wind starts howling. By 1PM it is obvious there is no way were going to make Del Rio, we'll be lucky to make Langtry.

On the way to Langtry, the made famous by the colorful justice of the peace, Judge Roy Bean, Andy and I are cresting another grade when we spot this man coming across the highway. I'm wondering what he wants, and at first I think he has a camera to take a picture of his own family from our side, and Andy spots them first. He laughs out loud and then I see them, he is carrying two cans of soda, to offer us. I start laughing too. What a day it is turning out to be. Peter and Nikkei and I hope I got the names right, are from Gloucestershire England. Thanks for the soda, and the comic relief. He talked about his bike trips and cross country trip in the US. They have been in the US only about 5 days, and heading west and north to Fort Davis. I had some great recommendations for them in Fort Davis.

We are way behind schedule, and sadly even Langtry has no services, we are welcome to camp there but the towns people have no public restroom open past 5PM.

So an open plea to the community...stop with the platitudes and fake hospitality of camping on the community common, how about a bathroom and some water or just tell people to leave at 5PM. I hate to be rude but honestly is that real southern hospitality? Welcome to our cute little town that only exists as a tourist stop and info center...houses a few of the good judges memorabilia, expense snacks and junk food for people that are ill equipped or dumb enough to pay exorbitant prices for them. With all due diligence the lady working the Roy Bean community center was a very nice person, helpful and very informative, and mentioned we could get water from the spigot,I even thought we could skip a shower and camp there but just didn't picture myself in this agree wandering into the cactus with a roll of toilet paper. So after a grueling day in the saddle from about 8:30 AM until 5PM I make a phone call to the Seminole State campground and they never close, and have showers.

I bribe Andy with a shower and 5 miles into the last leg of 20 miles, it is very clear we are going to fight 20-30 MPH headwinds and on rare occasions side winds. We'll be lucky to make camp before sunset and as you might guess tempers and rear ends are getting very sore. With 22 miles and the headwinds we're lucky to average 8-10 miles per hour, it is 7:30 PM when we get to Seminole. I even skip a wonderful picture opportunity at the Pecos River bridge.

Seminole park of course has some wonderful pre-columbian art in river carved out limestone caves, and was a site where early americans had a killing cliff to run animals over a cliff to kill them. A lot of interesting history, I got to see a very brief amount of it in the next morning.

We go just over 80 miles, are totally exhausted but get rewarded with a nice hot shower. We are both going to glad tomorrow we tuffed out the weather today.