64 miles due west
My morning view
More roadside scenery
The famous Fort Stockton Roadrunner
Attack of the giant roadrunner
There was one thing that happened today could prove to be a royal headache. As I was eating ice cream to celebrate my arrival, one of my teeth cracked and a big chunk of it fell out of my mouth. I had a root canal and major reconstruction on this tooth several months ago, but I have not had any major problems with it since then. I had always wondered how the reconstructed tooth had stayed together given the extent of the decay prior to its reconstruction. I am not sure what is going to happen at this stage. Since I had a root canal on this tooth, there was zero pain involved when it cracked. It does not hurt at all now, so I should be able to live with it for the moment. I have been in contact with my dentist back in Boston, and we are working out some form of damage control strategy. Ideally, I would just live with it of the rest of the year. The problem with getting it fixed is that I figure it will take several visits to the same dentist to correct this situation. I simply cannot stay in one place for 2 weeks for 4 separate appointments spaced over that time. Right now I would just assume have what's left of the tooth yanked out and cycle onward if only just a bit lighter than I am now. We'll see what he recommends.
As most of you know, I am currently relying on this town-to-town strategy to get across West Texas. Right now this strategy is working very well. The great distances between towns actually force me off the road when I reach my destination. For example, the next town beyond Fort Stockton is Balmorhea, 52 miles down the road. My legs might have made it 25 or 30 miles into the vicious headwind that developed during the morning, but I can say without doubt that they would not have had the juice to make it 52. As there is nothing in between Fort Stockton and Balmorhea, there is no point in my proceeding further unless I am 100% certain I can make the whole distance. Since I am never certain, it means I stop after a reasonable distance each day. It's a long year, and I think that not killing myself now will pay dividends later.
I also realized that the roadrunner attack selfie is very reminiscent of several other photos I have taken over the years. I might have to start an official collection of these ridiculous "attack-type" photos!
Attack of the giant Southern Cassowary
Cains, Australia, 2010
Attack of the mixed nuts (I am allergic to nuts)
Costco, Los Angeles, 2009
Attack of the trout/salmon
LL Bean, Freeport, Maine 2011