The plan today seemed simple enough: ride from Texoma to Wiley, set up camp in a park there, and have dinner with Sara (Ballard) Moore and her family. Two problems: my knees hurt more than ever, and the Texas maps are a smaller scale than I'm used to. This is not to mention the rain, which was just a bother.
Around 3:00 I called Sara to say that I wouldn't be making it to Wiley, but I thought I could get a hotel in McKinney by dinnertime. We made plans to meet there. But by 4:00 it was clear I wouldn't be in McKinney until about 8! Her three-year-old son is on a tight schedule, so we had to cancel.
It's a good thing, too, because shortly thereafter I discovered a flat tire on the trailer... don't know how long it had been flat. The sun set right about then, so I fixed the flat by the side of the road in the dark, and not a single car stopped to ask if I needed help. I was pretty ticked.
The good news is, I did get to McKinney before 8, and I got a very nice room with a hot bath and ice packs and a pizza and a bottle of wine and a silly movie, and I had a nice little pity party for my knees.