| Nicest rest spot on the route. Rio Grande in the background. And No Dogs! |
Deciding we were the notch in their doggie collars, the mutt fraternity took us on...and lost. Usually in groups of three, we upped our moving average as I sat ready to deliver a shot of pepper spray if they got too close to my now lean calf.
Such is the advantage of a tandem.
The route took us through more acreage of pecan trees, newly plowed cotton fields, several sad ghost towns and one raw "business" center featuring a 711 in Fabens. And yes, a dog decided to chase us at the town's crossroad.
Ft. Hancock is an even tinier village than Fabens, but the survivng motel is clean and there's a restaurant across the road. And no dogs.

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