bru·tal (adjective) [broot’l)
harsh and severe
head·wind (noun) [hed wind]
a wind blowing against the direction of travel
“I can’t do it, Mom,” Davy murmured. “There’s no way I can make it 16 more kilometers.”
Davy stood straddling his bike and rested his head on the handlebars as he tried to catch his breath and summon up a bit more energy.
“I’m exhausted too, honey,” I commiserated. “Let’s try to catch up with Daddy.”
Two kilometers later we pulled up to where John and Daryl rested on the side of the road.
“I just talked with the border patrol,” John told us. “He said it’s private property all the way to Langtry – there’s no way we can camp here. How fast are you guys going?”
“6 kph uphill; 8 down – this headwind is killing us,” I replied.
“That means it’ll take two hours to Langtry – it’ll be dark by then. But we have no choice.”
We dug out our blinkies, got ready to ride in the dark, then set off into the wind.
Mother Nature mobilized her entire contingent of Wind Warriors against us as Mr. Sun made a rapid nosedive toward the horizon. The four of us raced against time as we frantically pushed on toward Langtry.
Two km from town we passed a dirt road heading down into a canyon under a bridge – and turned down. After frantically clearing a spot in the mesquite bushes in the growing darkness, we quickly set up the tent, covered the bikes, then dove into our tent to eat our dinner of crackers & cheese, beef jerky, and M&M’s.
All four of us are exhausted after a full day of fighting our worst headwind yet. I think I’m ready to collapse into my sleeping bag.