After breakfast and bed bouncing and a little lounging at the hotel while Brian drove the bike routes he’d been planning, we packed up and headed off to drop Brian off to ride, scoping at the road quality. He chose one of the harder elevation climbs in the Fort Davis area. Let me tell you: I would not be up for riding that stretch. Serious climbing, there. But I’m also not a cyclist. A few weeks ago I rode a bike around our cul-de-sac for the first time in, um… 20 years.
It was afternoon, so I knew I’d have two little kids catching naps in the van as we waited to pick Brian but at our rendezvous point -and I also hoped that, with such limited cell service in this quiet part of the world, we would actually be able to meet up without a hitch.
When we looked out our windows in the morning and saw the mountains and elevation we were surrounded by, our jaws dropped. Texas?! Are you kidding me? There are actually mountains in Texas.
I pulled over throughout the drive and caught some of the rugged, romantic landscape while the kiddos racked out. The variety of rock formation was captivating.
We ended at the McDonald Observatory where Brian slogged up the insane incline from Fort Davis. The end… was totally worth it.