Awoke early the next morning to coffee and downpours. Joey provided an old rain coat to cover my bag with, and Stace provided a riding buddy to the Beaumont city limits, in the rain, on a TW200. With a honk and a salute, we parted ways. In the mirror, I watched Stace u-turn and fade into the distance. The rain continued, heavier at times, until reaching the Texas hill country. It was as if crossing into a different land. The sky was clear, the wildflowers were in full bloom and the air smelled sweet and crisp. The sun dried out my waterlogged clothing very quickly (yes, you guessed it, no rain gear). Beginning to feel tired from riding day after day, a detour into Austin seemed necessary. A good friend had relocated there a few years back and the offer to visit had always been there. The old adage says that it takes a village to raise a child. In that way, we are never really alone. It takes all kinds of people to make anything possible. I have spent much time in solitude, fasting and prayer, and have realized that a similar sustanence comes from being around, and in some degree, dependent on people. I spent the evening in Austin and am taking a day off today. It has been so humbling to have met so many kind and generous folks to this point, and it seems that will carry me through the next few days. Austin to El Paso should consist of mostly old farming roads. Looking forward to camping out in the desert landscape. It has been about two years since I have been out there, and now I embrace the physical, emotional and spiritual intensity which the desert provides. In hopes to answer some questions, will work on a post with what gear is with along for the ride. Until then, thank you for joining along the ride. I could not do it alone.