day 20: Wichita Falls to Quanah, TX

A man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps.

Proverbs 16:9

101 miles – 2,090 ft climb

One thing really struck me this morning as I was praying for Bruce and thinking about what the roads might be like today. Even though we have no idea whether the roads will have a great shoulder, lousy shoulder or no shoulder, God knows. Every morning when we are striking out into the uncertainty of the day, God already knows the paths we’ll take, the people we’ll meet and the problems that will arise. To me, that is a very comforting thought!

Snooze Alert! Every day can’t be interesting, right?

Today was pretty uneventful. Since Bruce left a little before 8:00 this morning and I didn’t leave until around 10:00, he rode on the back roads and I went straight down Hwy 287. Bruce was on a variety of roads again today. Everything from flat out red dirt, to the shoulder of a 75 mph 4 lane divided highway. Cruising at 62 in a 75 is not nearly as annoying to everyone when all the other cars can simply switch lanes and fly on by . I actually got Harvey up to 72 today because the roads were smooth. Then the speed limit dropped to 70 and I found myself speeding! How ironic. Luckily the multitude of motorcycle cops did not clock me during the 3 minutes between the speed limit dropping and me taking action. Can it actually be called “taking action” when you are allowing your RV to coast?

Bruce filled his time today by talking on his cool new head phones with his mom, his biking friend, Jerry and his old swim coach, Bill. No wonder he never answers the phone when I call him.

Our RV park tonight is out in the middle of no where. About 10 miles from Quanah and 20 miles from Childress. Nothing much out here but a bunch of grasshoppers.

Ok, one little story I just thought of. This is near the bottom of the barrel. As I was leaving Wichita Falls this morning I looked over and this kid at the side of the road was giving me the “honk your horn” signal like you do for semi’s. Excuse me, Harvey is NOT a semi! I didn’t have the heart to shatter his enthusiasm by actually honking my horn and letting him hear Harvey’s little toot, so I just waved.