I doubled back to church. Mass was in español. After Mass, a woman named Elda gave me a donation! I was so thankful. I told her muchas gracias. I headed into town for breakfast.
Tomás caught me down the street! He stopped his car and asked me from and to where I was headed. He offered to take me out to breakfast! He gave me directions and then met up with me halfway on his bicycle! He brought me to his house and I left the buggy on his porch. (I have a picture of him but he asked me not to put it on the internet).
We went to Magoos, a local place. Tomás just retired from a teaching career in Pescos. He grew up in Alpine and knew just about everyone at Magoos. He introduced me to many people!
We talked about traveling, the town, its people, and music. Tomás is a big fan of Bob Dylan. I had a big plate of eggs, hashbrowns, bacon and a biscuit. It was great!
We doubled back to Tomás’ house a few blocks away. I retrieved the buggy, and we parted ways. He’s a great man!
I headed over to a dumpster. The buggy was very heavy. The rear axle was slowly bending. I needed to ditch some weight.
I got rid of all different kinds of things I had acquired along the road: a pot, wrenches, sandals with holes in them, extra bungies and ropes, some clothes, and other things too. I also did a complete unpack of the buggy. I repacked it with weight distribution in mind. It made such a difference!
I filled up the tires with air. I usually have to do this at least two times a day, sometimes more. The inner tubes have slow leaks on them. In the desert, the tires are punctured by all kinds of different thorns and prickly things. Its actually pretty amazing the tubes have made it this far. I havent been able to buy spare inner tubes or tires since Del Rio!
Tomás came by! The dumpster was across the street from his house. He had told me I could ditch weight there. He gave me a donation! He also gave me his phone number and told me to call him if I needed anything else. We parted ways.
The stars were amazing. After a few hours, fewer and fewer people remained. I suddenly found myself alone. Under the Milky Way! Mars and Saturn!
I hung my hammock on the patio and laid down for rest. Every now and then I would look out into the desert wondering if I would witness some sort of phenomenon. I grew tired.
Around 1 a.m. a group of young people showed up. They must have been having a good time. A little loud for me though. I repacked the buggy and hit the road.
About a mile away, I found a bridge with a great place to hang my hammock down beneath the road. I fell asleep just a few short miles from Marfa town. My feet were sore.