Guadalupe River, Texas Hill country

My ride this morning wound along this beautiful river, off which wisps of mist rose in curls. River crossings were mostly submergable wiers with small culverts, not bridges, meaning that the road dropped to river level at each crossing, making for some very steep grades of short length, and interesting and sometimes tough cycling. After climbing out of the pleasant river valley, I faced more hills and gusty winds, which were scenic but tough. By evening, I reached the town of Blanco, and am now camped in Blanco state park, in a very comfortable campground on the Blanco river. With the continuing north wind, it will be another clear, cold (in Texas terms) night, so I put my tent's rain fly up for some insulation. Together with my sleeping bag and thermals, I should be nice and toasty till morning.