Sat Mar 8 2008, 114 miles
At 6pm Saturday night, I was finally leaving my casa. Lord, why does it take me so long to pack? Stopped and chatted with Allan for another hour. I don´t care about the time anymore. No deadlines. I finally feel like I´m on vacation.
Once on the road all my misgivings evaporate.
Logged 114 miles to Devine Texas, just south of San Antonio, where I checked into your basic overpriced ($60 night) frumpy motel room. Stained carpet. Torn upholstery. (No rooms at the Quinta in San Antonio.) I was pretty layered up against the cold, but almost warm actually. Tee shirt, long johns, long sleeved heavy flannel shirt, pull-over goosedown shirt, riding jacket, and finally the rain jacket. The little East Indian man at the Country Corner Inn motel said, in broken English, You-have-a-lot-of-jackets.
Oh, and by the way, I have no idea where I´m going. I´m just pointed south. I´m headed for Cuartocienegas, but from there, I´m not real sure.
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