I needed calories, I found a Dollar General and bought some pop tarts. I hung out on the curb and refueled. I noticed a twig clinging to a wheel on the buggy. When I reached to grab it, the tire deflated!
I was on the border of Mexico. Ciudad Acuña was not more than a short few miles away. I stopped at a park and took rest upon a picnic table. I rehydrated and let my brain slow. I pondered what life must be like living in a border town. Time started to pass.
It was late afternoon. Traffic was heavy. I stopped at a Mcdonalds and bought a big mac. I hit a Little Caesars and picked up a $5 pizza for dinner. I headed to Walmart and restocked. I bought a spare inner tube, a pack of scabs, a gallon of water, a jar of peanut butter, and tortillas. I had a few gatorades left over from Brackettville. I had enough food and drink to make it to the next town, Comstock, Texas, 30 miles away.
A rule I set for myself when I arrived in Jacksonville, FL on February 26th: Never travel at night. Going forward, the heat of the day will continue to intensify, I will need to alter my daily routine to adapt. As darkness fell, I decided to keep moving. I decked a reflective vest.
One large tree by a drainage pipe down beneath the road. It was thorny. I was worried about puncturing the tires again. It was a process, but I managed to hang my hammock low to the ground between its branches. I managed to send off a few sms texts to friends and family. I slept ok. The stars are growing brighter.