Beyond every Bend in the road I discover another world to explore, another opportunity to fully live, to love, to be alive.
In the heart of the Texas Hill Country is where we find ourselves. Jo and I had set out on a beautiful misty mountain morning. We made our way north, then east, then north again, leaving the town of Leakey behind us, arriving in Ingrim, not far from Kerrville.
Jo and I weren’t the only two turkeys out there on the ranch roads, there were others even more wild than us. We spotted a few of these fowls as they scampered away into the thick brush. And the clouds eventually parted, the sun then shining down upon us.
George Strait sings about the Frio River in his classic country song, All My Ex’s Live in Texas. We spent some time there on the shores of the cold waterway, Jo cooling his paws, I was singing the popular chorus.
By the end of the day we had officially crossed over the half way point, a milestone on our trans-continental American voyage. Jo and I stop and celebrate our journey together by snapping a series of selfies.
There’s an RV’r’s paradise positioned along the Guadalupe River where we were welcomed and made our home for the night. I threw my sleeping bag on the ground beside his wagon and cowboy camped under the stars. Setting up the tent seems pointless on a clear gorgeous night.
Lots of folks from the north come here to spend their winters. I was presently surprised to find a carafe of fresh brewed coffee sitting on the picnic table when I had woke. George is next door in his coach, setting the special roast out for me. I’m sipping it now as I write, grateful for his kindness.
A few spaces over, Terry and his gal, Sun, they stop by and chatted me up, bringing another kind offering; fresh squeezed grapefruit juice and warm friendly smiles. Sun tells me that I’m brave for riding my bicycle cross country; a brave-hart.
40 days and 40 nights have come and gone since we departed from the Pacific Ocean, and began making our way eastward. In biblical text, the old phrase meant “a really long time”, but as I sit here in thought, I think about how quickly the time has actually passed. The road has been long in distance, some 1600 (s)miles we’ve traveled so far to reach this place.
Now I consider the road ahead, the next 40 days and 40 nights and how quickly they too will pass. With an immense amount of gratitude, I acknowledge how fortunate I am to be me, to experience this freedom, to share love and receive love, and to be so happy in this moment.