Sunday, March 20, 2011

Day 22 Fort Davis to Marathon

When cycling the roads one notices a lot of roadside trash. You can generally gauge the population density by the volume of litter. Areas of greater population generate higher trash levels. Certainly exceptions exist. The Apache Reservation in Arizona has very few people, but copious rubbish. Of course there is the occasional sofa, scattered cardboard, and tire fragments. But beverage containers seem to dominate the landscape. In the city the discarded is mostly fast food plastic cups, in the country it is cans and bottles. In areas that are economically depressed, alcohol containers predominate. I guess thirsty people and drunks litter the most. Americans seem to accept littering. Many states have volunteer clean up crews that are comemorated with a road sign. Eilene and I have thought about adopting a road for the Eric Okerblom Foundation, although Eric wasn't particularly fastidious. He might not have wanted to be associated with trash. Sure would be easier if people just disposed of their rubbish responsibly.

Today I travelled through 56 miles of rolling hills and lonely landscapes. I ended in Marathon, named after it's similarity to Greece. That's a tall tale if I ever heard one! The geology transitioned from volcanic formations to sedimentary deposits. One doesn't normally think of Texas and volcanic activity. It is a beautiful area. People were rare, and services frequent. This is the pattern that will continue and intensify.


  1. Texas looks dry and wide open. We had 4" of rain in the SM valley. We enjoy the pictures and thoughts and travel with you from a distance. Roy

  2. This doesn't concern today's post, but I thought you'd like to know about the post on a well-read bicycling website, . I gave him the heads-up about your ride; then Gene(webmaster) responded with the post in a couple days. He did a really good job.

    G, Silver City.

  3. I lived in a very small town in Southern Illinois while in elementary school and there were bats in the trees hanging upside down. Once in a while if we were playing outside till dark they started flying out of the trees which was scary for us and we all ran home. I used to live in Texas, too, in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area.