After riding for 9 hours on Day One and seeing the
rain start to get serious, we decide to seek some shelter under a very rustic
lean-to with a metal roof. The cows are fenced off so there is no competition
for the grass underneath it, it’s all ours. Two narrow dry spots, one for each
body, separated by a small rivulet. We bivy up, get warm, close eyes and
re-charge a little.
Have you ever been awakened by a band of coyotes
howling (actually, it sounds more like laughing) just out of sight? A copse of
trees across the way hides their faces but projects and multiplies their howls.
They are not hiding from us. They do not fear us at all. They probably don’t
even know that we are here at all. It is daylight, but overcast and gray in a
cheesy made-for-TV movie English sort of way. We sit up and look for them, but
they cannot be seen, only heard.
Looks like it has stopped raining, though it’s
hard to tell the longer term intentions of these clouds. But it’s too early to
stop for the day, so we pack up, toss our gear back over the barbed wire and
get some more miles in before it turns dark. It’s only Day 1 and we need to put
in more miles…
Stay tuned...
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