The road from Del Rio to Bracketville was what I have come to expect in Texas. A wide generally unrideable shoulder due to debris and poor seal coating. And it was busy. One of our riders was pulled over by a police officer and told not to ride on the main road. Which is contrary to Texas law, which allows a cyclist to ride in the road if the surface of the shoulder is too poor to ride in due to debris or other obstacles.
After leaving Bracketville we more or less officially enter Texas hill country.
Here we encountered a new low in the quality of seal coated roads. The road had rocks at least 3/4 of inch in diameter with large gaps, where I presume the larger rocks that they put down broke free. In Texas they 3 grades of seal coat, good, poor, and rock quarry. Here you can see what we were riding on for most of the day.
I'm also calling foul on this. A picture what what they call a river. There is no bridge. Just a road with a few small culverts in it that wouldn't handle a medium sized creek. You shouldn't be able to call something a river unless it actually has water in it.
After what ended up being a rather hard ride for me we arrived at a very nice campsite where we were able to camp under real trees for a change and had a nice club house with kitchen to prepare dinner.
I cooked goulash, which turned out well and Hal made an excellent salad. We had peach and pecan pie for desert and several people helped out with preparation and cleanup.
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