We had five flat tires today. John had 4 and Richard had 1. They are all caused by the little wire that is in tires and the truck tires that have blown up and the remnants of are all over the shoulders of the road. The wire is so small that it is hard to find in the tire but if we don’t find it and pull it out there will be another flat with a hole in the exact same spot in a few minutes.   It gets to be a major frustration in the biking journey. So far I have had no flats. It could be because my tires are smaller in diameter than the other guys therefore having less tire contact with the road. It could be that my inner tubes have goop in them that seals the hole if it is punctured. It could be just plain luck. Or it could be that Jesus loves me more than John and Richard😀 Today was the hardest day of the trip for me. When I rode into camp I was totally done in. We biked 88 miles and most of it was uphill going as high as 6,200 feet and we had a head wind most of the morning. We are camped tonight at Fort Davis and tomorrow we will be in Marathon. Tomorrow we will be riding only 60 miles and the terrain will be a lot of rollers but no major hills to climb. The country that we rode through today was very desolate with one little town and very few houses with lots of cactus, sage brush, and rocks.