Wind and Hills

An awesome 22 mile ride on the Hart Montague Trail started our day.  Beautiful farmlands lined the trail but we were surprised to see a Bobcat run across our path.  How cool!  It didn't take long for our bodies to consume the fresh ice cream we ate in New Era and we were looking for lunch in Hart when we asked if we could jump into a customer appreciation lunch at a convenience store.  It was obvious by the bikes and gear that we were just passing through, but they kindly welcomed us in.   After some free hot dogs and music, we were off.

$%#@, or as some folks call it... wind.  We rode almost another 28 miles directly into a strong wind from the North and it was brutal.  We have also now officially entered hill country.  This combination capped our day at 50 miles.  Whatcha gonna do?  Head down and peddle.  At one point I looked across some farmland and the fields blowing in the gusty wind.  It reminded me of a line in a poem I wrote for Mary Jean when I saw her searching for strength after her mom passed.

I am the grasslands in your journey
Quietly alive when winds push you back...
Watch for me.

She was there, I saw it... we made it.

We are leaving early in the morning because it doesn't appear the wind is going to leave us and we need to make up the lost speed in extra hours on the road. 

Onward..