Today was supposed to be short and easy. But there were no services until the final destination, so I made sure to eat a good breakfast at Delfinas’s Restaurant. The menu was in Spanish, but I was able to make out “Special Breakfast,” which I ordered.
I got into Van Horn at 2:20 CT, having set my clocks ahead an hour. For some reason, there was an insane number of motels in town. I counted 15 on my side of the freeway alone, as I cruised the boulevard looking for a good choice. I actually did NOT want breakfast, but other than that, was looking for something humble and inexpensive.
Noting the proximity of the town’s only supermarket, I chose Motel 6. The woman at the desk gave me the senior discount, even though I truthfully answered that I was 59 and change.
I later went to Cafe Aslan, a church-affiliated nonprofit coffee place. An iced coffee was just $1.89. Ron and his family had moved to Van Horn 3 months ago to run the place. He said that the Value Inn was probably the cheapest place, aside from the free Christian Shelter.
In the evening, I had steak at Cattlemen’s restaurant, the closest thing. Then I went back to my room to patch the leaking tubes.
Because of Central Time, it was later than the sun would indicate. Most regular stores were closed, including the hardware store. Dollar General was open, but had neither bicycle patch kits nor rubber cement. I got E6000 glue, hoping that it might serve.
Tomorrow’s goal is Fort Davis, which is 90 miles away, including many climbs, with no services along the way. It will be the hardest planned day so far. I have enough supplies to road camp partway if need be, but given the possibility of night thunderstorms, I’d rather not.