From Don Quixote: "So, without giving notice of his intention to anyone, and without anybody seeing him, one morning before the dawning of the day (which was one of the hottest of the month of July) he donned his suit of armor, mounted Rocinante with his patched-up helmet on, braced his buckler, took his lance, and by the back door of his yard sallied forth upon the plain in the highest contentment and satisfaction at seeing with what ease he had made a beginning with his grand purpose."
The ride from Houston to Amarillo had its ups and downs, which I will write about later. But probably my favorite moment. Rest stop to change my glasses. Beautiful sunset right before Amarillo.
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