Our day began with a goodbye to Clovis. They were hosted us for our first Sabbath and they spoiled us… We made some great friends there that we will miss.
We had a fairly short day coming up, 62 miles, but we still hit the road while the sun was coming up.
We did see quite a bit of smokey haze from nearby wildfires. Abe and Jillian even tried out some masks at some point to help with the breathing. I could barely tell it was there.
Our first rest stop was at Restaurant.
There we talked with a few people, and got to eat some Subway subs that Leila and Michael had helped us get donated.
The day’s route had trains passing us from both directions all day.
Our second and final rest stop was amidst a LOT of nothing.
As we left that stop, the wind was so in our favor that we didn’t even need to pedal to take off! So Troves and I rode without pedaling. I made it 3.5 miles and I think he nearly hit 5. We were going ridiculously slow by the end of it, but we just wanted to see how far the wind could push us. (If you’ve ever tried cycling against strong head winds, you know why we were milking this tail-wind for all it was worth.)
After that and a few more miles of actual pedaling, we got to Fort Sumner. I love Fort Sumner because it appears to be in the middle of desert plains, but then there’s a canal from the Pecos River that runs through the edge of the town. In my mind that really changes to the town. After seeing miles and miles and miles of dry desert plains, in Fort Sumner where they just add water, it feels so much more alive.
Today wasn’t my first time to stay in St. John’s Episcopal Church. I had stayed there two years prior on Texas 4000. So I signed in to the guest book again.
The neat thing about small towns is how little seems to happen over time, at least compared to my experience living in a city. A few page turns back in the guest book brought me to visits before my birth, and a few more page turns brought me before the birth of my parents.There were even a few pages (in between) were devoted to designating prayer slots for those coming to pray for John F Kennedy on the day of his assassination.
Our contact, Mary, loved meeting us and talking with us so much that she decided to buy us lunch. She mentioned a restaurant that had the BEST green chile cheese burgers and that’s when we learned that Eric had a special place in his heart for GCCBs. After lunch she called the superintendent and asked if we could shower in the nearby high school. In a small town, people seem to like taking care of guests and doing favors for neighbors.
Following showers, Jillian and I walked down to the grocery store to get some food for breakfast. Pancakes, just add water. For whatever reason, that phrase stuck in my mind. Just add water. Then I Remembered this:
In a sense our mission with h2o could be summed up as “just add water”. In developing communities, when water is added, healthy development can take place. In an individual’s life if Jesus adds living water they will become who they were made to be.
That night as we were all falling asleep on the floor of the church a thunderstorm rolled in to Ft. Sumner. Eric and I got up and gathered pots and pans to collect the drops dripping through the ceiling of the old church. Water is a great addition to pancakes and communities and souls, but not sleeping. We had to move our sleeping bags into the sanctuary to avoid getting drenched.