Day Three: When it rains it pours, or God was very good to me

Day 3: Though I was insect free inside my tent for two nights the high pitched buzzing from mosquitos can drive you crazy.  That’s one of the most annoying sounds I can think of.  I tolerate being bitten on the ankles and arms but when they buzz by the ear I want to go Kung Fu on those mosquitos. I can’t tell how many of them were out there but it sounds like close to a billion. 

I cleared out of my campsite late.  Lugging all this camping gear is a bit of a hassle.  It’s a big difference from riding the Camino Frances.  Every night your lodging is taken care of. It’s easy to find a place to get a sandwich or snack.  It used to be that way (I think) in America.  When the US routes went through all these small towns.  Then the interstates and big cities drew people away. 

I started the morning with Morning Prayer at 9. ( I need to start earlier).  Ate an apple and pecan bar.  I checked out of the state park with full water a long ride ahead but with a good route planned.  I found some county roads that were relatively well paved asphalt but coarser grained.  Before I hit Texas 36 I stopped for the Noonday office.  Making good time I hit 36 to Guy, Texas and was about to make the turn south toward Wharton on FM 1994.  That’s when the blow out happened.

So here I am sitting at the Shell station typing up the day’s events and waiting for my wife.  A few helpful folks got me water and pointed me to the Shell station is.  If you ever want a good burger I suggest the Guy Food Mart Shell station at Texas SH 36 and FM 1994. Waiting and Waiting.

Kate saved me.  She is the best.  Not only did she come get me but she also bought a new trailer.  I think I’ll like this new double axel trailer better.  It’s more stable.  I waiting for several hours while Kate worked behind the scenes to help keep me going. She picked me up and we began down the road following my original route.

Guess what!  My route that I used multiple apps to route would have lead me down miles and miles of no outlet and dead end roads that would have me cross private property.  This blow not only was just a mile from the gas station kept me from miles and miles of back tracking.  I stayed calm even when I knew this big malfunction.  I had a major blow out, air csartridge malfunction.  And God was great to me today.