Kent, Texas — Last Full Day on I-10

I awoke to an incredibly windy day today– so windy in fact that I honestly wondered why passing truckers weren’t slowing or stopping more often than I found them to be. Fortunately, I did see them slowing. Thank goodness, the wind was often at my back, and I never had to walk into it. The day full of miles brought me through the largely abandoned I-10 outpost of Kent, Texas.

Last night's sleeping spot: just out of view from the passing autos, mostly shielded from the wind, and strategically fencing out coyote or other large local wildlife. (I did, however, smell a skunk very nearby late last night.) I do look fwd to arriving to Pecos on Tuesday, where the Oak Tree Inn is hosting me to two complimentary nights. For now, sleeping in the "wild" is working out  :)

Last night’s sleeping spot: just out of view from the passing autos, mostly shielded from the wind, and strategically fencing out coyote or other large local wildlife. (I did, however, smell a skunk very nearby late last night.) I do look fwd to arriving to Pecos on Tuesday, where the Oak Tree Inn is hosting me to two complimentary nights. For now, sleeping in the “wild” is working out :)

The first structure I've come across in nearly twenty miles, as I pulled into Kent a few minutes ago... (I was later told it was an abandoned school house)

The first structure I’ve come across in nearly twenty miles, as I pulled into Kent a few minutes ago… (I was later told it was an abandoned school house)

This is Kent, Texas. This tiny, closed store, with an attached, out of commission gas station, and a barred post office around the side that appears to have once imprisoned people.
This is Kent, Texas. This tiny, closed store, with an attached, out of commission gas station, and a barred post office around the side that appears to have once imprisoned people.

The road ahead, from Kent. It has been a VERY windy day-- my windiest outdoor experience yet-- I've almost been knocked down multiple times. I've worn my rainjacket to shield me from the powerful, punishing gusts. It's 4:30 here: 15 miles down, 10 or so to go... ;)

The road ahead, from Kent. It has been a VERY windy day– my windiest outdoor experience yet– I’ve almost been knocked down multiple times. I’ve worn my rainjacket to shield me from the powerful, punishing gusts. It’s 4:30 here: 15 miles down, 10 or so to go… ;)

In what I thought was the middle of nowhere, a Chevron station appeared on I-10, exit 181. There is a tiny food mart attached, and a quartet of little homes next to it. Tony, who is working here till 8 PM, and lives next door, has invited me to camp tonight in front of his place. I was gonna go for more miles today, but instead I'll accept Tony's offer to camp in front of his place. Works for me. I hope to make it close to Toyah, TX, tomorrow.

In what I thought was the middle of nowhere, a Chevron station appeared on I-10, exit 181. There is a tiny food mart attached, and a quartet of little homes next to it. Tony, who is working here till 8 PM, and lives next door, has invited me to camp tonight in front of his place. I was gonna go for more miles today, but instead I’ll accept Tony’s offer to camp in front of his place. Works for me. I hope to make it close to Toyah, TX, tomorrow.

Sunset from the gas station on the hill. Happy ending to a blustery day ;)

Sunset from the gas station on the hill. Happy ending to a blustery day ;)

 

Van Horn Christian Shelter

Across from the Van Horn Napa, is the Christian shelter. Though I was prepared to walk to Plateau this afternoon, immediately upon seeing the shelter, I felt the intuitive urge to check it out. Doors to the shelter didn’t open till 4 PM, and as Dave from KOA had given me directions to the town library, I was eager to spend time there too. As I easily get lost in libraries or bookstores for hours,spending hours in VH’s library was quickly accomplished.
I returned to the shelter after 4 PM to check out the vibe there, and I felt welcomed before they even made it all the way to the glass door to let me in. This is my second homeless shelter experience of the walk (and of my life), first being in Brookings, my last night in Oregon. Both have been great– and I plan to seek more such experiences. The shelter volunteers inspire me as well– I admire them deeply. Pictured here are Gary, Cheri and Ruth, who are staffing the Van Horn shelter this evening. We talked for hours this evening. They’re very warm, excellent people, who’ve gifted me with a perfect night to precede my 4-day, 80-mile push to Pecos :)

Christian Shelter, Van Horn, TX

Christian Shelter, Van Horn, TX

 

Van Horn KOA

Van Horn’s Baptist church pastor directed me to the KOA Campground yesterday, and KOA staff members Dave & Laura, on either side, warmly welcomed me. Dennis, the park owner (middle), decided to host me to a free night at the park. He ended up treating me to dinner in the park restaurant as well (delicious!). I was invited to set up a tent anywhere, and then invited to spend the night in the clubhouse/rec room. I spent the night in the warm clubhouse, the first time in a week I didn’t need to put on layers before going to bed (rather nice).
As the front tire of my Chariot had gone flat amid infinite desert thorns, Dave directed me to the Napa, on the way out of town, where I purchased more Green Slime to keep the tires full (I’d filled the side tires last week, but forgot the front tire– duh…). The building across the street seemed to “call” to me…

Van Horn KOA

Dave, Dennis & Laura of the Van Horn KOA

35 MILES = New George Record (Sierra Blanca – Van Horn)

Arriving to Van Horn after 2 AM, I sought any motel that would allow me to rent through tonight and checkout tomorrow morning, instead of simply checking out later this morning. I was refused by nearly a dozen of them, a fun way of progressing from the introductory motel row to the residential heart of town, home of a handful of churches. Setting off numerous canine alarms amid my search for the best church, I finally found the Baptist church to be quiet and calm enough for a good rest. Strategically choosing the least visible spot I could, I settled in for over eight hours of sleep. Just as I’d packed up everything, the pastor and a friend found me. They were very polite, but preferred I seek shelter elsewhere. I came to the KOA Campground, where I am now, and have been hosted to a free night’s stay + delicious restaurant dinner. A writer for the Advocate, Van Horn’s local newspaper, also found me here and interviewed me for the local story. I’m appreciating Texas more with each step :)

Halfway through my day from Sierra Blanca to Van Horn. I love these surroundings!!

Halfway through my day from Sierra Blanca to Van Horn. I love these surroundings!!

 
Halfway into my day, here’s a 30-second look around:
 

Last night's sunset. This is why it's so important that I always remember to look back amid moving forward...

Last night’s sunset. This is why it’s so important that I always remember to look back amid moving forward…

 

Yet another MAJOR milestone. Next time zone shift happens the day I reach the state of Georgia on foot.

Yet another MAJOR milestone. Next time zone shift happens the day I reach the state of Georgia on foot.

Sixty seconds on the highway at night (“What it’s like”)

Van Horn Baptist Church

Van Horn Baptist Church, this morning… 

And this was me arriving last night, utterly EXHAUSTED!!!

 

 

Sweet Sierra Blanca

Invited by Rudy, a local who lives in this stationary RV, I spent 2 days camping here, resting up my body after a rigorous three-day return to the Walk. Rudy set me up to best stay out of the fierce, freezing winds. He also gave me a couple of warm blankets, which is 100% of what made the difference of me shivering in my limited layers and getting a warm night's sleep.   Attitude: SO THANKFUL!!

Invited by Rudy, a local who lives in this stationary RV, I spent 2 days camping here, resting up my body after a rigorous three-day return to the Walk. Rudy set me up to best stay out of the fierce, freezing winds. He also gave me a couple of warm blankets, which is 100% of what made the difference of me shivering in my limited layers and getting a warm night's sleep. Attitude: SO THANKFUL!!

Such a nice guy, Rudy works at Sierra Blanca's RV park/restaurant.

Such a nice guy, Rudy works at Sierra Blanca's RV park/restaurant.

Spending the extra two nights in Sierra Blanca really worked out well. Not only did I get the extra rest and energized up for the long road ahead, I also was invited by Ms. Melendez, a local teacher, to speak to several classes of elementary school students before leaving town today.

Spending the extra two nights in Sierra Blanca really worked out well. Not only did I get the extra rest and energized up for the long road ahead, I also was invited by Ms. Melendez, a local teacher, to speak to several classes of elementary school students before leaving town today.

Goatheads!

GOATHEADS! These little devils are wildly scattered all across the terrain of the Southwest, preventing barefoot walking, flattening bicycle tires, and forcing me to spend nearly an hour meticulously cleaning the ground the other night, here in Sierra Blanca, carefully seeking out and sweeping away scores of stabbing goatheads before setting up my tent and settling off to sleep...

GOATHEADS! These little devils are wildly scattered all across the terrain of the Southwest, preventing barefoot walking, flattening bicycle tires, and forcing me to spend nearly an hour meticulously cleaning the ground the other night, here in Sierra Blanca, carefully seeking out and sweeping away scores of stabbing goatheads before setting up my tent and settling off to sleep...

Esperanza!

Somewhere between Fort Hancock, Sierra Blanca, I-10 & the Mexican border. These roads are so remote that Google Maps doesn't accurately track them, the only people I see are Border Patrol, and herds of cattle and horses aren't always behind fences.

Somewhere between Fort Hancock, Sierra Blanca, I-10 & the Mexican border. These roads are so remote that Google Maps doesn’t accurately track them, the only people I see are Border Patrol, and herds of cattle and horses aren’t always behind fences.

 

While walking a long, lonely, very pretty country road Saturday, I just had to stop and say hello to these guys in Esperanza. (Behind fences, these horses welcomed me to approach and snap some pics.)

While walking a long, lonely, very pretty country road Saturday, I just had to stop and say hello to these guys in Esperanza. (Behind fences, these horses welcomed me to approach and snap some pics.)

The following morning, I would end up meeting a cross-country bicyclist, Sylvia Halpern, who snapped this pic before continuing on her way to Van Horn for the day. The following morning, I would end up meeting a cross-country bicyclist, Sylvia Halpern, who snapped this pic before continuing on her way to Van Horn for the day.

 

Let there be WHEELS!!!

Troy Yocum and I left off here on TX Highway 20, several weeks ago. I continued from this very point today, 14 miles into Fort Hancock. This time I have wheels: A Chariot Cougar!

Troy Yocum and I left off here on TX Highway 20, several weeks ago. I continued from this very point today, 14 miles into Fort Hancock. This time I have wheels: A Chariot Cougar!

 I'm trying out this new cart-- all the weight is on wheels!! I pulled the Chariot on this first day back. After later switching to push mode, I never switched back to pull ;)

I'm trying out this new cart-- all the weight is on wheels!! I pulled the Chariot on this first day back. After later switching to push mode, I never switched back to pull ;)

The Exciting, Empty Road Ahead!

The Exciting, Empty Road Ahead!

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Outside the Fort Hancock Methodist Church. Night 1 back on the road, on my own.