Our route for today is here.

Our cumulative route is here.

    “You know Meredith, we’ve come a long way from Port Piegan, Montana.”

                                    Ron, after arriving in Port Mansfield, Texas

    We’ve finished what we’re calling the Continental Divide Ride, even though it wasn’t officially the exact “Trail”.

    The ride from Laredo was fairly uneventful, although we were followed for a bit by a Zapata County Sheriff Deputy.  I’m sure he was running our plates and trying to find out if we were drug smugglers on dual-sport bikes.

    We crossed Falcon lake and it was higher than we’ve ever seen it.  In reality,  I think it is at normal level and we’ve only known it to be extremely low. 

    By mid-morning the latitude of Port Mansfield was at our doorstep and we turned east, after passing through the town of Zapata. 

    Extreme south Texas is two differing regions, with the west mostly mesquite thickets ringed with fences and wild game ranches, and the east is irrigated, plowed fields, split in the middle by U.S. Highway 281.

    Five hours after leaving Laredo, we rolled into the little fishing community of Port Mansfield and will spend a week fishing with Meredith’s parents before riding home.

    It’s a quaint village and a good place to end our journey.  We were marveling a the differences between the endpoint and the beginning of our trip.

    We’ve learned a few things as well.

1. 1. Montana and Wyoming seem to be hard on people who live there. 
   

2. 2. Good Lord, there’s a bunch of space in this country.
   

3. 3. Colorado is a bit crowded.
   

4. 4.  Meredith and I are very lucky.
   

    See y’all down the trail.