January 22, 2007
Riding from the middle of nothing to the middle of nowhere near Austin can be described in one word: hills.
Combined with a constant 20 mph headwind, today was my least enjoyable day so far. I averaged maybe 8 mph, almost half my normal pace. As the storm front moved in, so too did the cold damp wetness. I felt like giving up 1,000 times today. But I pushed on.
Knowing that I couldn’t make it all the way to Austin, I decided to stop at Bastrop State Park, about 30 miles out. Darkness was moving in so I quickly set up my tent, gathered what clean clothes I could find, and took a long hot shower.
Though I wasn’t hungry, I crammed down a peanut butter sandwich and two cans of tuna. I know I needed it. Being on the road is a strange thing… you don’t really get hungry… at least, not like the normal growling stomach type. But you know you need to eat. Yet you don’t really get full. It’s more of a love/hate relationship with food right now. Hard to explain.