We rode our 40 miles in the morning to get to a fire station in St. Augustine before 10:30 am. Around 10:45, we lined up two by two behind a police escort to travel down the road to the river, over the bridge, and down to the beach several miles away. It was cool to have the sirens wailing and lights flashing. A police motorcycle and SUV were busy blocking traffic at lights and intersections along the way. A cruiser led the parade and our Subaru SAG wagon was the caboose at the end of the bicycle train.
It was pretty exciting. We were riding in the MIDDLE of the road, taking LEFT TURNS from the center, and riding through RED LIGHTS! It felt naughty but nice. I love a parade and I remember thinking that this parade is all about me (us) in this once in a lifetime event!
When we arrived at a circle in front of the beach house, there was a crowd of people waiting for us. Friends, family, and former riders were all out to greet us with balloons, signs, and great applause. I kicked off my bike sandals and socks, lifted by bike, and headed over the white beach sand. Even now we didn't want to get any sand or grit in our deraillers. Down to the warm water of the Atlantic Ocean , we dipped our tire in the salty surf. We had our pictures taken and eventually headed over to a pavilion for a picnic lunch.
For those of us without alternative transportation we biked to our hotel a few miles back for a shower and a few minutes of calm. It was time to start stripping the bike for shipping as well as repacking my suitcase and duffel bag to see if everything would fit on the plane for the ride home. I had to add a little more duct tape to one of my suitcases where the zipper had detached from the outer edge of the case about 6 weeks ago.
Having a few hours before our farewell dinner, I hopped on a trolley tour of St. Augustine with a friend and careened around the town for an hour and a half. At first, I was wishing that I had an extra day to see more of the downtown, but getting a glimpse of the historic area was just fine. Getting home seems to be more of a priority right now. While riding on the trolley, I just wanted to tell anyone that would listen that we just completed a 3,000 mile bike ride for some more jaw dropping. Those few people that we did just stared in disbelief. One person kept saying you didn't start in San Diego, California. One close look at our bike tans was proof enough to finally convince him.
Our farewell dinner was at a restaurant down the street at six pm. It was strange to be sitting at a table with linen and cloth napkins instead of sitting in a parking lot in a plastic white chair holding a plate in the sun hoping that we would finish before the bugs came out. I think it was just Woman's Tour way of starting to get us used to “reentry” into the real world! We had a choice of food in a very unhurried atmosphere. Throughout the dinner, people would periodically get up and give a toast, make a comment, or give thanks. It was lovely.
I thought it was timely that my aunt sent me an email about meeting people for a reason, a season, or a lifetime so I used some of those words in my comments. It doesn't matter if we remain lifelong friends or not, we experienced something really special together and enjoying the moment together was unique and special that put us in a “club”that few other people have ever experienced.
Hugs were profuse after dinner as we said our goodbyes. Several riders chose not to attend the dinner as long good byes were hard for them. As we headed out of the restaurant, it was dusk and I felt like walking down to the fort by the water for a walk and perhaps a little processing time. Several other people joined me and we ran into many school groups that were on a field trip. The kids were so impressed at our accomplishments. One boy asked us if our legs were tired. Later on they all walked by us and gave us a huge group clap. Thanks boys! It was a nice ending to our evening.
I slept little again that night, pumped up from the finality of this accomplishment interwoven with excitement of going home. What an adventure!
Thanks to all my blog readers who had the patience to "listen."
Peace,
Robin
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Last Full Day of Riding!
Palatka, FL
WOW! I've been thinking and saying that a lot lately. Wow! See, even when I am blogging I'm thinking it. Over 3,000 miles we have traveled.!!! I wish I had a camera for every time we talked to someone on the road, in a store, or at a gas station about our trip just to capture the jaw-dropping that we have seen along the way. Today, I needed a pick-me- up so my beverage of choice is a cold bottle of chocolate milk. The lady behind the counter was talking to four young men that had walked in and said something about the warm temperatures of the day already. One of the guys said something like not as hot as riding a bike like this lady. When I told him that I wasn't hot, just really tired today as we get down to our LAST 100 miles. He and his buddies stared in disbelief when they heard the details of starting out in San Diego on March 6th and arriving in this part of Florida at that store today around 3,000 miles later.
The same thing happened down the road at mile 55. We saw this cute grocery store set back off the main road and stopped to get another drink and take another break. (I think we were very thirsty today because of two over 70 mile days in a row.) We had such a wonderful time talking to the store owner. She took OUR picture as she was so impressed by our accomplishments so far. Then another lady came in that lived nearby, a Mrs. Love, who started talking and oops, there it was again, the jaw drop, measurable and predictable....
I have to say that today's ride was a bit of a struggle for me. In some ways I wanted it to be just over. My knee was a bit grumpy today and I felt a little tired. And, in another ways it means the beginning of the end of what we have been doing the last eight weeks together and knowing that this experience as we know it will be ending and I have loved being out of doors for most of the day and don't want it to end.
We started counted down the mileage. Only 120 miles left of the whole trip, 100 miles left, 60 miles, left, under 50 miles left of the whole trip., etc. It was kind of trippy. Susan gave me a hug this morning and we both shared that we so enjoyed having each other on this journey. After all, we are the Bag Balm Babes and have been pedaling pals since day two of the trip. We both had to walk away from each other after the hug because we both knew if we started to cry now, it would never end.
Many family member and friends are starting to trickle in to share the big day tomorrow. Once we get to St. Augustine, we get a police escort on the highway several miles down to the beach for tire dipping and a picnic. I'm sure it will be a very special ending to a very special trip.
Coming over the bridge in Palatka today we saw "Welcome Woman Tours" on the hotel marquis. Kind of Cool!
Coming home soon!
Love,
Robin
WOW! I've been thinking and saying that a lot lately. Wow! See, even when I am blogging I'm thinking it. Over 3,000 miles we have traveled.!!! I wish I had a camera for every time we talked to someone on the road, in a store, or at a gas station about our trip just to capture the jaw-dropping that we have seen along the way. Today, I needed a pick-me- up so my beverage of choice is a cold bottle of chocolate milk. The lady behind the counter was talking to four young men that had walked in and said something about the warm temperatures of the day already. One of the guys said something like not as hot as riding a bike like this lady. When I told him that I wasn't hot, just really tired today as we get down to our LAST 100 miles. He and his buddies stared in disbelief when they heard the details of starting out in San Diego on March 6th and arriving in this part of Florida at that store today around 3,000 miles later.
The same thing happened down the road at mile 55. We saw this cute grocery store set back off the main road and stopped to get another drink and take another break. (I think we were very thirsty today because of two over 70 mile days in a row.) We had such a wonderful time talking to the store owner. She took OUR picture as she was so impressed by our accomplishments so far. Then another lady came in that lived nearby, a Mrs. Love, who started talking and oops, there it was again, the jaw drop, measurable and predictable....
I have to say that today's ride was a bit of a struggle for me. In some ways I wanted it to be just over. My knee was a bit grumpy today and I felt a little tired. And, in another ways it means the beginning of the end of what we have been doing the last eight weeks together and knowing that this experience as we know it will be ending and I have loved being out of doors for most of the day and don't want it to end.
We started counted down the mileage. Only 120 miles left of the whole trip, 100 miles left, 60 miles, left, under 50 miles left of the whole trip., etc. It was kind of trippy. Susan gave me a hug this morning and we both shared that we so enjoyed having each other on this journey. After all, we are the Bag Balm Babes and have been pedaling pals since day two of the trip. We both had to walk away from each other after the hug because we both knew if we started to cry now, it would never end.
Many family member and friends are starting to trickle in to share the big day tomorrow. Once we get to St. Augustine, we get a police escort on the highway several miles down to the beach for tire dipping and a picnic. I'm sure it will be a very special ending to a very special trip.
Coming over the bridge in Palatka today we saw "Welcome Woman Tours" on the hotel marquis. Kind of Cool!
Coming home soon!
Love,
Robin
Perry, Florida
We woke up at 6 am in darkness and started preparing for our 51.4 mile day to Perry. One would think that you could easily do a 50 mile day with all that we've done but there was a bit of a headwind most of the way. The route was straight and flat and pretty much the same view. Go right 8.8 miles and then go left 40 miles with a few different details at the beginning and end of the journey. There weren't many(any) services for most of this road but when we went by a gas station/mini market called Rocky's, we pulled in for a break from boredom and from the bugs.
I did notice some deep standing water along the cypress forests for several miles. I think this is the run off from all the rain they had in this area recently. When you looked into the woods, it looked dark and eerie. The “Creature from the Black Lagoon” could have been filmed there if you could get in there. I had to laugh when I saw a no trespassing sign. Who would want to go in there and how would you get through that water? It was too deep for hip boots and the vegetation and roots were so tangled and too close together for a boat of any sort. Luckily we had some puffy clouds overhead, so that gave an occasional something to glimpse at that was different and kept some of the heat of the day off. I heard MA had temperatures as warm as we had in Florida yesterday.
We are staying at another Hampton Inn. They are in the the midst of remodeling many rooms on the second floor so it's quite a feat to get to the laundry room on the second floor. Most of us have some to do as there were no facilities at the last place we stayed. I think that several people are hoping this is the last load they will be doing on vacation before they head home. Our hotel is providing us with dipped strawberries and free wine at a cocktail time. Boy, are they in for a surprise. We love to eat and drink occasionally.
Here's hoping for a little less wind tomorrow and a roomate that does not snore! (Didn't get much sleep last night!)
Robin
I did notice some deep standing water along the cypress forests for several miles. I think this is the run off from all the rain they had in this area recently. When you looked into the woods, it looked dark and eerie. The “Creature from the Black Lagoon” could have been filmed there if you could get in there. I had to laugh when I saw a no trespassing sign. Who would want to go in there and how would you get through that water? It was too deep for hip boots and the vegetation and roots were so tangled and too close together for a boat of any sort. Luckily we had some puffy clouds overhead, so that gave an occasional something to glimpse at that was different and kept some of the heat of the day off. I heard MA had temperatures as warm as we had in Florida yesterday.
We are staying at another Hampton Inn. They are in the the midst of remodeling many rooms on the second floor so it's quite a feat to get to the laundry room on the second floor. Most of us have some to do as there were no facilities at the last place we stayed. I think that several people are hoping this is the last load they will be doing on vacation before they head home. Our hotel is providing us with dipped strawberries and free wine at a cocktail time. Boy, are they in for a surprise. We love to eat and drink occasionally.
Here's hoping for a little less wind tomorrow and a roomate that does not snore! (Didn't get much sleep last night!)
Robin
Monday, April 27, 2009
Perry
We woke up at 6 am in darkness and started preparing for our 51.4 mile day to Perry. One would think that you could easily do a 50 mile day with all that we've done but there was a bit of a headwind most of the way. The route was straight and flat and pretty much the same view. Go right 8.8 miles and then go left 40 miles with a few different details at the beginning and end of the journey. There weren't many(any) services on this road but when we went by a gas station/mini market called Rocky's, we pulled in for a break from boredom and from the bugs.
We did see some standing water along the cypress forests for several miles. I think this is the run off from all the rain they had in this area recently. When you looked into the woods, it looked dark and eerie. The “Creature from the Black Lagoon” could have been filmed there if you could get in there. I had to laugh when I saw a posted no trespassing sign. Who would want to go in there and how would you get through that water? It was too deep for hip boots and the vegetation and roots were so tangled and too close together for a boat of any sort. Luckily we had some puffy clouds overhead, so that gave an occasional something to glimpse at that was different and kept some of the heat of the day off. I heard MA had temperatures as warm as we had in Florida yesterday.
We are staying at another Hampton Inn. They are in the the midst of remodeling many rooms on the second floor so it's quite a feat to get to the laundry room on the second floor. Most of us have some to do as there were no facilities at the last place we stayed. I think that several people are hoping this is the last load they will be doing on vacation before they head home. Our hotel is providing us with dipped strawberries and free wine at a cocktail time. Boy, are they in for a surprise. We love to eat and drink (occasionally).
Here's hoping for a little less wind tomorrow and a roommate that does not snore! (Didn't get much sleep last night!)
Robin
We did see some standing water along the cypress forests for several miles. I think this is the run off from all the rain they had in this area recently. When you looked into the woods, it looked dark and eerie. The “Creature from the Black Lagoon” could have been filmed there if you could get in there. I had to laugh when I saw a posted no trespassing sign. Who would want to go in there and how would you get through that water? It was too deep for hip boots and the vegetation and roots were so tangled and too close together for a boat of any sort. Luckily we had some puffy clouds overhead, so that gave an occasional something to glimpse at that was different and kept some of the heat of the day off. I heard MA had temperatures as warm as we had in Florida yesterday.
We are staying at another Hampton Inn. They are in the the midst of remodeling many rooms on the second floor so it's quite a feat to get to the laundry room on the second floor. Most of us have some to do as there were no facilities at the last place we stayed. I think that several people are hoping this is the last load they will be doing on vacation before they head home. Our hotel is providing us with dipped strawberries and free wine at a cocktail time. Boy, are they in for a surprise. We love to eat and drink (occasionally).
Here's hoping for a little less wind tomorrow and a roommate that does not snore! (Didn't get much sleep last night!)
Robin
Wakulla Springs
The landscape was similar to the day before with some long , straight, flat roads on mostly county roads through patches of pine forests and open pasture lands. I think we are all weary and though we did not have a long ride, 49 miles I think, we wanted to get to our destination again before it got too warm. As our rooms were not ready, we headed over to the river boat tour first. For $6 we hopped on a boat and headed a mile or so down the river for a guided tour.
The wildlife that we saw was incredible. Fish were leaping out of the water., Osprey had two nests high in the cypress trees. We passed some 500 year old cypress trees with moss hanging down from the branches. Alligators were in the water and sunning themselves up on grassy embankments. We even saw some baby alligators on one side of the bank on top of their mom. Large birds called anahingas? were out in number and you would often see them in trees or on a patch of land with their wings spread wide drying their feathers in the sun so they weren't so waterlogged. We also saw limpkin, osprey and their babies, blue herons, large white egrets and fluffy white chicks,wood ducks, cranes , and many turtles.
Wakulla Springs is one of the largest and deepest natural springs. They have currently mapped 31 miles of the underground caverns and found that it goes all the way to Georgia.We traveled past the section of the river where the original black and white Tarzan movies were made and saw the remaining stump of the tree that he used to climb . A 3-D movie called The Creature from the Black Lagoon was also filmed in this location. The original actor who was to play the creature opted out after he discovered the water is 69 degrees year round and alligators inhabit this river. The movie makers asked a lifeguard who was working here at the time to try on the suit so he became the creature and later went on to produce the show “Flipper.”
I enjoyed the tour so much,that I went again on the first boat out in the morning on our LAST day off on Sunday. With a different guide, you learn a bit more and we saw many of the same animals plus some white tailed deer along the shore in the shadows of the forests.
This lodge that we are staying in was built in the 1930's. Our room is a muted gray shade of lavender, comfortable with that old feel. The lobby has cypress ceilings recycled from trees from the river. A German artist painted the ceiling with different patterns and scenes of Florida. They have picnic areas all around the park and a roped off swimming area with docks and tall platforms you can dive off into water that is 20 feet deep. They say that the alligators have never bothered any of the swimmers over here in all of the years since the resort was built in the 1930's. I did go in the water even after I saw two very large snakes on the boat dock yesterday, but let's just say I didn't linger.
For dinner that night, Chef Linda made barbecue pork sandwiches with coleslaw, macaroni and cheese, cantaloupe and for dessert our guest diner made a delicious pound cake. I brought down my scrap book that I have been working on during the trip to share for those people that had not already seen it. I'm out of glue dots and paper so will have to finish the rest of the scrapbook at home. I only completed up to Arizona and entry into New Mexico. After dinner, we had our map meeting and our talent show in a room upstairs in the lodge.
It was quite an event and I laughed all the way through it. We had a mistress of ceremony, presenters of poems, songs, skits, and awards. It turned out fairly well considering there were a lot of people who said they were not going to participate or had no talent. Susan, Liz, and I have been working hard for weeks thinking of a special category for each person, creating certificates and obtaining or making a small prize to go along with each special category.. Liz our artist, made ribbons and embossed the certificates with the picture of a bike. I was in charge of finding/making most of the token gifts. It's a good thing they have a Walmart, Dollar Store, or Big Lot in many of the towns we have traveled through.
Here are a few examples of “awards.” Our 70 year old Sag driver has hair down to her waist, so we got her hair doodads to go with her “Road Rapunzel” award. Lois has had trouble with her seat area so we gave her a mini tin of bag balm to to with her “Bag Balm Babe” award. Connie who is an insulin diabetic and has used over 900 needles to check her blood sugar got the “Human Pin Cushion” award and got a strawberry pin cushion to go along with it. Susan is a great speaker, so she could roast everyone well with a sense of humor, so I don't think anybody's feelings were hurt. I now have a tiny bit more room in my suitcase, or at least I did until I went into the gift shop today.
Only four more days of biking. It's hard to believe. Life is good...
Love,
Robin
The wildlife that we saw was incredible. Fish were leaping out of the water., Osprey had two nests high in the cypress trees. We passed some 500 year old cypress trees with moss hanging down from the branches. Alligators were in the water and sunning themselves up on grassy embankments. We even saw some baby alligators on one side of the bank on top of their mom. Large birds called anahingas? were out in number and you would often see them in trees or on a patch of land with their wings spread wide drying their feathers in the sun so they weren't so waterlogged. We also saw limpkin, osprey and their babies, blue herons, large white egrets and fluffy white chicks,wood ducks, cranes , and many turtles.
Wakulla Springs is one of the largest and deepest natural springs. They have currently mapped 31 miles of the underground caverns and found that it goes all the way to Georgia.We traveled past the section of the river where the original black and white Tarzan movies were made and saw the remaining stump of the tree that he used to climb . A 3-D movie called The Creature from the Black Lagoon was also filmed in this location. The original actor who was to play the creature opted out after he discovered the water is 69 degrees year round and alligators inhabit this river. The movie makers asked a lifeguard who was working here at the time to try on the suit so he became the creature and later went on to produce the show “Flipper.”
I enjoyed the tour so much,that I went again on the first boat out in the morning on our LAST day off on Sunday. With a different guide, you learn a bit more and we saw many of the same animals plus some white tailed deer along the shore in the shadows of the forests.
This lodge that we are staying in was built in the 1930's. Our room is a muted gray shade of lavender, comfortable with that old feel. The lobby has cypress ceilings recycled from trees from the river. A German artist painted the ceiling with different patterns and scenes of Florida. They have picnic areas all around the park and a roped off swimming area with docks and tall platforms you can dive off into water that is 20 feet deep. They say that the alligators have never bothered any of the swimmers over here in all of the years since the resort was built in the 1930's. I did go in the water even after I saw two very large snakes on the boat dock yesterday, but let's just say I didn't linger.
For dinner that night, Chef Linda made barbecue pork sandwiches with coleslaw, macaroni and cheese, cantaloupe and for dessert our guest diner made a delicious pound cake. I brought down my scrap book that I have been working on during the trip to share for those people that had not already seen it. I'm out of glue dots and paper so will have to finish the rest of the scrapbook at home. I only completed up to Arizona and entry into New Mexico. After dinner, we had our map meeting and our talent show in a room upstairs in the lodge.
It was quite an event and I laughed all the way through it. We had a mistress of ceremony, presenters of poems, songs, skits, and awards. It turned out fairly well considering there were a lot of people who said they were not going to participate or had no talent. Susan, Liz, and I have been working hard for weeks thinking of a special category for each person, creating certificates and obtaining or making a small prize to go along with each special category.. Liz our artist, made ribbons and embossed the certificates with the picture of a bike. I was in charge of finding/making most of the token gifts. It's a good thing they have a Walmart, Dollar Store, or Big Lot in many of the towns we have traveled through.
Here are a few examples of “awards.” Our 70 year old Sag driver has hair down to her waist, so we got her hair doodads to go with her “Road Rapunzel” award. Lois has had trouble with her seat area so we gave her a mini tin of bag balm to to with her “Bag Balm Babe” award. Connie who is an insulin diabetic and has used over 900 needles to check her blood sugar got the “Human Pin Cushion” award and got a strawberry pin cushion to go along with it. Susan is a great speaker, so she could roast everyone well with a sense of humor, so I don't think anybody's feelings were hurt. I now have a tiny bit more room in my suitcase, or at least I did until I went into the gift shop today.
Only four more days of biking. It's hard to believe. Life is good...
Love,
Robin
Friday, April 24, 2009
Quincy, Florida
It started out foggy and humid like yesterday morning and though we "only" had a 54 mile ride today, we were chomping at the bit to get off this morning before the heat. Our leaders held us back until they thought it was clear enough so drivers could see us. The fog did burn off quickly and the sky was a solid blue expanse. We started out in some heavy traffic but eventually got off the four lane roadway to smaller county roads. I remember passing by lots of pastures, pine forests, climbing some hills, and passing freshly plowed fields, some with sandy soil and some with more reddish hue.
On this trip we have passed a lot of farms on this southern tier route that either were preparing the soil for planting or were tending new growth. Spring brings growth, a promise of something new and fresh as well as a sense of hope. How lucky am I to have experience two months of spring with another month of new growth to watch once I get home. (Let's hope the new growth isn't me gaining back weight once I get home.)
On our ride today, I recall trees meeting together in a archway across the road creating a shady, peaceful section for us. We crossed over the Chatahootchie River with flooded cypress groves nearby. We also went back on the state route 90 and passed through towns like Snead, Gretna, until we reached Quincy.
We asked a landscaper for a place to eat and after finding out he spoke Spanish, we had Susan come over and translate for us. He pointed us in the direction of the town square and we found a little place that had a buffet. It was typical southern fare with sweet potato, beans, cheese grits, ribs, fried chicken and fish, and baked chicken. I had a small sample of all the aforementioned foods and it was finger-licking scrumcious. I was really hungry by the time we sat down and did not pack a peanut butter sandwich as I knew we would be eating out today.
Speaking of food, last night we had steamed asparagus and zucchini, pineapple, Asian slaw, and chicken or tofu in a peanut sauce. Yummy!
We are heading to Wakulla Springs tomorrow and then will have our last day off. I don't think they have Internet access there so you may not hear from me for a few days. It did get up to 90 degrees today and the sun sapped the energy right out of me. Something irritated my left eye on the ride today so I've been icing it and taking it easy. In fact, I even took a little nap before dinner.
Take care,
Robin
On this trip we have passed a lot of farms on this southern tier route that either were preparing the soil for planting or were tending new growth. Spring brings growth, a promise of something new and fresh as well as a sense of hope. How lucky am I to have experience two months of spring with another month of new growth to watch once I get home. (Let's hope the new growth isn't me gaining back weight once I get home.)
On our ride today, I recall trees meeting together in a archway across the road creating a shady, peaceful section for us. We crossed over the Chatahootchie River with flooded cypress groves nearby. We also went back on the state route 90 and passed through towns like Snead, Gretna, until we reached Quincy.
We asked a landscaper for a place to eat and after finding out he spoke Spanish, we had Susan come over and translate for us. He pointed us in the direction of the town square and we found a little place that had a buffet. It was typical southern fare with sweet potato, beans, cheese grits, ribs, fried chicken and fish, and baked chicken. I had a small sample of all the aforementioned foods and it was finger-licking scrumcious. I was really hungry by the time we sat down and did not pack a peanut butter sandwich as I knew we would be eating out today.
Speaking of food, last night we had steamed asparagus and zucchini, pineapple, Asian slaw, and chicken or tofu in a peanut sauce. Yummy!
We are heading to Wakulla Springs tomorrow and then will have our last day off. I don't think they have Internet access there so you may not hear from me for a few days. It did get up to 90 degrees today and the sun sapped the energy right out of me. Something irritated my left eye on the ride today so I've been icing it and taking it easy. In fact, I even took a little nap before dinner.
Take care,
Robin
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Humid, Hot, and How Many Miles?
Crestview to Marianna, FL
We knew it was going to be a hot one, so we got permission to leave at 6:45 am in the lightof the dawn to start heading down the road so we could get our 90 something miles in before the worst heat of the day. That meant we were up at 5:30 am to get our gear out to the trailer, bike tires pumped up, and snacks packed before breakfast opened up at 6:00am. We were on the third floor, but at least this hotel had an elevator. We have been in many that do not and are sometimes on the second floor. We are all pretty good about lifting our bikes and carrying them up a few flights, but elevators are always a nice option.
We headed out of the parking lot, past a motorcycle accident under the underpass and on to a busy route 85 for a mile and then went through neighborhoods until we got back on Highway 90. We rode through towns like Mossy Head, Argyle, Ponce de Leon, and Bonifay, Chipley, Cottondale, and finally Marianna.
Of most interest was a scenic optional route in Defuniak Springs around a lake. There were old Victorian homes and cottages built in the late 1880's somehow associated with the railroad that was there. We followed a two mile circle around a lake and saw these quiet streets with tree lined Victorian homes. It was a nice break from the asphalt of US 90, which we were on for most of the day. They call this ride "90 on the 90! "
To add a little excitement, some of us played poker on the way for $1 to enter and get 5 cards at the beginning of the ride, $1 at mile 20 and $1 at mile 40, if you wanted to stay, or trade in some or all of your cards. The only thing is that they used three decks of cards in case everyone wanted to play. I was dealt 4 hearts and traded one spade for a spade which didn't help. Then I traded for a spade for a heart so I had a flush. After dinner, we showed our hands, and my Queen high flush, barely beat a Jack high flush that someone else had so I won the $24.
I will donate my winnings to the Diabetes Association. By the way, if you haven't yet contributed and wish to, there is still time. Either send a check made out to American Diabetes Ass. toRobin Sewell, 60 Foster Street,Littleton, MA 01460, or you can go online to:
http://main.diabetes.org/site/TR/TourdeCure/TDC005008030?px=4582692&pg=personal&fr_id=5560
Many thanks and appreciation to all of the people that have already contributed. My dad had diabetes later in life and so many people I know are impacted in some way by this disease.
The three of us zipped along for a solid pace for the first 40-50 miles or so, stopping for snacks and water at about mile 20, 40, and 60. Susan and I continued along at a slightly faster pace for the rest of the journey, wanting to get most of the journey in before 2:00 o'clock. The temperature did get up to 89 degrees. I thought it was more humid in the morning though as every time we stopped I would start dripping again. I looked down and noticed beads of moisture between my skin and this filmy white sunscreen all over my arms and legs. It reminded me of the bubbles of vanilla cooking on the stove beneath that filmy skim coat that develops. Regardless, it was pretty gross. I wore my thin white sleeveless top which didn't stay white too long with all the dust and road gunk that just stuck to everything. My feet were hot most of the day and I know my feet were a bit more swollen than usual.
Large sections of the road surface were newly paved and you could feel the heat coming off the new black pavement. Still, I felt pretty good and we continued along through the countryside and small towns at about a 16 mph pace average and taking full advantage of the downhills when we had them while slowly going up hills to conserve energy.
In Cottondale, I asked a guy in a tow truck at the red traffic light if there were any places to eat in town and he told us that about a mile down the road there was a McDonald's. A cold drink out of the heat of the day at around mile 78, sounded great so we headed on after the green light searching. Well, he was a bit off, but there was a McDonald's on the left, as he said, but about 8 miles down the road in the next town. We pulled in and brought our bikes inside as it wasn't crowded. One of the managers that was outside asked us about our trip and 4 older guys having coffee motioned us to come over and tell them what we were up to. Most people have been so interested, kind, and encouraging. It's been great talking to everyone along the way...
After my apples, yogurt and walnut snack salad and cold drink we headed out the last few miles to our motel at about mile 92. Someone invited me to join them on there first century ride, but I wanted to go in and wash this salty lotioned crud off my body more than I wanted to ride my second century. The thing is, I know that I could have easily done it. We are all so much stronger, faster, and more skillful riders now. Today was the last big ride of over 90 for this trip. We have some lower mileage days coming up, a rest day, and then a few 70 something mile days before next week.
On the road again,
Robin
We knew it was going to be a hot one, so we got permission to leave at 6:45 am in the lightof the dawn to start heading down the road so we could get our 90 something miles in before the worst heat of the day. That meant we were up at 5:30 am to get our gear out to the trailer, bike tires pumped up, and snacks packed before breakfast opened up at 6:00am. We were on the third floor, but at least this hotel had an elevator. We have been in many that do not and are sometimes on the second floor. We are all pretty good about lifting our bikes and carrying them up a few flights, but elevators are always a nice option.
We headed out of the parking lot, past a motorcycle accident under the underpass and on to a busy route 85 for a mile and then went through neighborhoods until we got back on Highway 90. We rode through towns like Mossy Head, Argyle, Ponce de Leon, and Bonifay, Chipley, Cottondale, and finally Marianna.
Of most interest was a scenic optional route in Defuniak Springs around a lake. There were old Victorian homes and cottages built in the late 1880's somehow associated with the railroad that was there. We followed a two mile circle around a lake and saw these quiet streets with tree lined Victorian homes. It was a nice break from the asphalt of US 90, which we were on for most of the day. They call this ride "90 on the 90! "
To add a little excitement, some of us played poker on the way for $1 to enter and get 5 cards at the beginning of the ride, $1 at mile 20 and $1 at mile 40, if you wanted to stay, or trade in some or all of your cards. The only thing is that they used three decks of cards in case everyone wanted to play. I was dealt 4 hearts and traded one spade for a spade which didn't help. Then I traded for a spade for a heart so I had a flush. After dinner, we showed our hands, and my Queen high flush, barely beat a Jack high flush that someone else had so I won the $24.
I will donate my winnings to the Diabetes Association. By the way, if you haven't yet contributed and wish to, there is still time. Either send a check made out to American Diabetes Ass. toRobin Sewell, 60 Foster Street,Littleton, MA 01460, or you can go online to:
http://main.diabetes.org/site/TR/TourdeCure/TDC005008030?px=4582692&pg=personal&fr_id=5560
Many thanks and appreciation to all of the people that have already contributed. My dad had diabetes later in life and so many people I know are impacted in some way by this disease.
The three of us zipped along for a solid pace for the first 40-50 miles or so, stopping for snacks and water at about mile 20, 40, and 60. Susan and I continued along at a slightly faster pace for the rest of the journey, wanting to get most of the journey in before 2:00 o'clock. The temperature did get up to 89 degrees. I thought it was more humid in the morning though as every time we stopped I would start dripping again. I looked down and noticed beads of moisture between my skin and this filmy white sunscreen all over my arms and legs. It reminded me of the bubbles of vanilla cooking on the stove beneath that filmy skim coat that develops. Regardless, it was pretty gross. I wore my thin white sleeveless top which didn't stay white too long with all the dust and road gunk that just stuck to everything. My feet were hot most of the day and I know my feet were a bit more swollen than usual.
Large sections of the road surface were newly paved and you could feel the heat coming off the new black pavement. Still, I felt pretty good and we continued along through the countryside and small towns at about a 16 mph pace average and taking full advantage of the downhills when we had them while slowly going up hills to conserve energy.
In Cottondale, I asked a guy in a tow truck at the red traffic light if there were any places to eat in town and he told us that about a mile down the road there was a McDonald's. A cold drink out of the heat of the day at around mile 78, sounded great so we headed on after the green light searching. Well, he was a bit off, but there was a McDonald's on the left, as he said, but about 8 miles down the road in the next town. We pulled in and brought our bikes inside as it wasn't crowded. One of the managers that was outside asked us about our trip and 4 older guys having coffee motioned us to come over and tell them what we were up to. Most people have been so interested, kind, and encouraging. It's been great talking to everyone along the way...
After my apples, yogurt and walnut snack salad and cold drink we headed out the last few miles to our motel at about mile 92. Someone invited me to join them on there first century ride, but I wanted to go in and wash this salty lotioned crud off my body more than I wanted to ride my second century. The thing is, I know that I could have easily done it. We are all so much stronger, faster, and more skillful riders now. Today was the last big ride of over 90 for this trip. We have some lower mileage days coming up, a rest day, and then a few 70 something mile days before next week.
On the road again,
Robin
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Crestview, Florida
Today I wanted to travel our route quickly in order to meet up with some people that used to live in Littleton and now live in Florida. We had about 56 miles and I was aiming to be in Crestview between 12:30 and 1:00. I had a back up plan if I was running late which was to have the van pick me up along the way if I was late. As it turned out the van and I arrived in Ｃｒｅｓｔｖｉｅｗ ａｔ ｔｈｅ ｓａｍｅ ｔｉｍｅ ａｒｏｕｎｄ １２：１５． Ａｆｔｅｒ ｓｏｍｅ ｄｅｌａｙｓ， Ｉ ｄｉｄ ｍｅｅｔ ｔｈｅ Ｄａｖｉｓ’ ｆｏｒ ａ ｌａｔｅ ｌｕｎｃｈ． Ｏｕｒ ｄａｙ ｗａｓ ａｇａｉｎ ｂｅａｕｔｉｆｕｌ， ｗｉｔｈ ｂｌｕｅ ｓｋｉｅｓ ａｎｄ ｔｅｍｐｅｒａｔｕｒｅｓ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｈｉｇｈ ７０’ｓ． Ｗｅ ｔｒａｖｅｌｅｄ ｏｎ ａ ｂｕｓｙ ｒｏａｄ ｔｈａｔ ｓｔａｒｔｅｄ ｗｉｔｈ ａ ｓｈｏｕｌｄｅｒ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅｎ ｎａｒｒｏｗｅｄ ｏｕｔ ｔｏ ｓｏｍｅ ｐｌａｃｅｓ ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ ｓｈｏｕｌｄｅｒｓ． Who knows what I did to get to this font? Hopefully I can change it later. Sorry folks!Time for supper!
Enjoy your warm day tomorrow!
Robin
Ｗｅ ｗｅｒｅ ａｌｏｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｗａｔｅｒ ｆｏｒ ｓｏｍｅｔｉｍｅ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅｎ ｈｅａｄｅｄ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｃｏｕｎｔｒｙｓｉｄｅ ｔｏ Ｐａｃｅ ａｎｄ Ｍｉｌｔｏｎ ｔｏ ａ ｂｉｋｅ ｐａｔｈ ｔｈａｔ ｗｅｎｔ ｉｎｌａｎｄ． Ｔｈｅ Ｂｌａｃｋｗａｔｅｒ Ｈｅｒｉｔａｇｅ Ｓｔａｔｅ Ｔｒａｉｌ ｉｓ ｔｈｅ ｗｅｓｔｅｒｎｍｏｓｔ ｒａｉｌ ｔｒａｉｌ ｉｎ ｔｈｉｓ ｓｔａｔｅ．Ｔｈｉｓ ｆｏｒｍｅｒ ｒａｉｌｒｏａｄ ｌｉｎｅ ｆｏｌｌｏｗｓ ａ ｐａｔｈ ｆｏｒｍｅｒｌｙ ｏｐｅｒａｔｅｄ ｂｙ ａ ｌｕｍｂｅｒ ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ ａｎｄ ｌａｔｅｒ ｗａｓ ｒｅｂｕｉｌｔ ｔｏ ｓｕｐｐｌｙ ａｖｉａｔｉｏｎ ｆｕｅｌ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ Ｎａｖａｌ Ａｉｒ Ｓｔａｔｉｏｎ．
Ｗｅ ｗｅｎｔ ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ ｐｉｎｅｙ ｗｏｏｄｓ， ａ ｃｙｐｒｅｓｓ／ｂａｙ tｒｅｅ ｓｗａｍｐ ａｎｄ ａｃｒｏｓｓ ｓｅｖｅｒａｌ ｃｒｅｅｋｓ ａｎｄ ｓｔｒｅａｍｓ．
Enjoy your warm day tomorrow!
Robin
Ｗｅ ｗｅｒｅ ａｌｏｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｗａｔｅｒ ｆｏｒ ｓｏｍｅｔｉｍｅ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅｎ ｈｅａｄｅｄ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｃｏｕｎｔｒｙｓｉｄｅ ｔｏ Ｐａｃｅ ａｎｄ Ｍｉｌｔｏｎ ｔｏ ａ ｂｉｋｅ ｐａｔｈ ｔｈａｔ ｗｅｎｔ ｉｎｌａｎｄ． Ｔｈｅ Ｂｌａｃｋｗａｔｅｒ Ｈｅｒｉｔａｇｅ Ｓｔａｔｅ Ｔｒａｉｌ ｉｓ ｔｈｅ ｗｅｓｔｅｒｎｍｏｓｔ ｒａｉｌ ｔｒａｉｌ ｉｎ ｔｈｉｓ ｓｔａｔｅ．Ｔｈｉｓ ｆｏｒｍｅｒ ｒａｉｌｒｏａｄ ｌｉｎｅ ｆｏｌｌｏｗｓ ａ ｐａｔｈ ｆｏｒｍｅｒｌｙ ｏｐｅｒａｔｅｄ ｂｙ ａ ｌｕｍｂｅｒ ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ ａｎｄ ｌａｔｅｒ ｗａｓ ｒｅｂｕｉｌｔ ｔｏ ｓｕｐｐｌｙ ａｖｉａｔｉｏｎ ｆｕｅｌ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ Ｎａｖａｌ Ａｉｒ Ｓｔａｔｉｏｎ．
Ｗｅ ｗｅｎｔ ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ ｐｉｎｅｙ ｗｏｏｄｓ， ａ ｃｙｐｒｅｓｓ／ｂａｙ tｒｅｅ ｓｗａｍｐ ａｎｄ ａｃｒｏｓｓ ｓｅｖｅｒａｌ ｃｒｅｅｋｓ ａｎｄ ｓｔｒｅａｍｓ．
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Pensacola, Florida!
It's very hard to believe that we crossed the border into the state of Florida! Yipee! YaHOO!
Early in the morning we left beautiful Dauphin Island on the first ferry, and went past many oil platforms out in the gulf. They look like they are mini cities from a different universe out there. A helicopter flew some people out to the rigs early in the morning. While we were waiting for the ferry, the gnats were swarming us and making life miserable for us. It was good to get moving across the water and over to the mainland of Alabama.
The road was new, smooth, and we really could cruise along. We even had a bit of a tailwind for a while and were often at speeds of 20 mph without much effort! It was great fun looking at the palette of colors of homes along the waterway. There were houses the color of apricots, lemons, wintergreen mints, pink cotton candy, as well as the colors of teal and magenta too. We entered an area called Floribama and a few minutes later we saw the sign for The Sunshine State!
After about 50 miles, we stopped at a bike shop and asked for a good place to eat. We found the Fish House in the old part of Pensacola to be just wonderful. We were so under dressed in our black spandex bike pants and colorful bike jerseys but we hiked our bikes up the steep stairs and nestled our three bikes together along the edge of the restaurant and went in anyways. I tried their special item, cheese grits, and ordered some grilled shrimp. Both were divine! I am not a grits fan, but if you add enough Edam cheese and cream and they were scrumcious! It was a treat to have cloth tablecloths at a sit down table and chairs with artfully placed food with a view of the water.
Tonight we had fried catfish, pesto pasta salad, spinach leaves with mozzarella cheese and tomatoes and a small sliver of coconut creme pie. A quick storm came through about dinner time but we ate in two of our hotel rooms. We
re off to Crestview tomorrow and am hoping to connect up with some friends.
A reporter from Hammond, Mississippi wrote an article about our group last week and it is listed below if you are interested.
http://www.hammondstar.com/articles/2009/04/19/top_stories/8989.txt
Thinking if you in FLORIDA!
Robin
Early in the morning we left beautiful Dauphin Island on the first ferry, and went past many oil platforms out in the gulf. They look like they are mini cities from a different universe out there. A helicopter flew some people out to the rigs early in the morning. While we were waiting for the ferry, the gnats were swarming us and making life miserable for us. It was good to get moving across the water and over to the mainland of Alabama.
The road was new, smooth, and we really could cruise along. We even had a bit of a tailwind for a while and were often at speeds of 20 mph without much effort! It was great fun looking at the palette of colors of homes along the waterway. There were houses the color of apricots, lemons, wintergreen mints, pink cotton candy, as well as the colors of teal and magenta too. We entered an area called Floribama and a few minutes later we saw the sign for The Sunshine State!
After about 50 miles, we stopped at a bike shop and asked for a good place to eat. We found the Fish House in the old part of Pensacola to be just wonderful. We were so under dressed in our black spandex bike pants and colorful bike jerseys but we hiked our bikes up the steep stairs and nestled our three bikes together along the edge of the restaurant and went in anyways. I tried their special item, cheese grits, and ordered some grilled shrimp. Both were divine! I am not a grits fan, but if you add enough Edam cheese and cream and they were scrumcious! It was a treat to have cloth tablecloths at a sit down table and chairs with artfully placed food with a view of the water.
Tonight we had fried catfish, pesto pasta salad, spinach leaves with mozzarella cheese and tomatoes and a small sliver of coconut creme pie. A quick storm came through about dinner time but we ate in two of our hotel rooms. We
re off to Crestview tomorrow and am hoping to connect up with some friends.
A reporter from Hammond, Mississippi wrote an article about our group last week and it is listed below if you are interested.
http://www.hammondstar.com/articles/2009/04/19/top_stories/8989.txt
Thinking if you in FLORIDA!
Robin
DAY OFF IN DAUPHIN ISLAND, ALABAMA
Dauphin Island, Alabama
Crossing over the huge arched bridge it felt like we entered another world. At dusk it was a a glorious sunset with the sky starting to clear while the remaining western rays sprinkled glowing yellow splotches on the murky bay water. It was a calming feeling to walk along,scraping and scrunching the bottom of my bare feet along the fine-grained sandy beach. Our condos were right on the water.I kept my window open all night so I could hear the gentle slap of the waves and the cries of the gulls as they circled about.
To welcome us to the state of Alabama we had our usual margarita. For dinner, Linda prepared a spicy jambalya with shrimp and crawfish, rice,and corn bread and salad. For dessert, there was a special and sinful Paula Dean recipe of “Not yor Mama's Banana Puddin” that was a creamy caloric delight. I spent a good deal of time reading a book, The Ten Year Nap by Meg Wolitzer.
I awoke fairly early on the morning of our rest day, and walked down to breakfast at the Oar House just down the street. Afterwards, I ventured across the street to the beach access for a long lazy walk in the quiet of the morning. Tiny arched patterns of variety of bird tracks guided me to the shore where impressions of scalloped waves were gently etched into the slope along the water line. I was alone walking and enjoying the solitude accompanied only by the company of the birds around me.
I felt a little sad that more people can not or do not take the time to stop and notice the ripples in the sand dunes or the flicker of running feet of the sandpiper. I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of the various birds around me and the lap, lap, lapping of the water with the breeze whipping the ends of my hair into my face and snarling it again.
I feel a little sad as I know this remarkable journey that I have been on is starting to come to an end. My routine, the bonds, the food, the sights I have seen, or heard, or smelled will change again soon. I remember the enormous and meticulously maintained homes oozing with prosperity on one side of the street while in another part of town or further down the road on the other side I remember dark, hopeless, and more desperate lives of humans and animals in shacks or trailers just trying to make it through one more day. I remember the Apache Reservation land that was dusty, devoid of water, desolate and brown in sharp contrast to the bright green growth of the farms only miles away that had access to the water with its power and potential.
I remember the purple colored mountains that majestically rose up in the distance,the hundred year old saguaro cactus that stood on the ridges welcoming us though the desert. I recall the sight of the dusty clay red of Louisiana grasses blowing, and I can still hear the never ending roar of the wind in my ears from the hills of Texas.
I recall the vast openess of so many places in Arizona, New Mexico, and Texas, the powerful muddy Mississipi,the ferry crossings, the bridges, the back roads, the highways, the pecan trees that arched over the roadways. I recall the bumpy ride on chip seal that we traveled over and the numbing sensation in my hands. I remember the euphoria of climbing 8,8842 feet to Emory Pass and completing my first century ride and the sense of pride for taking a risk and doing something unique.
I cling to the spirituality found amongst the massive pine forests and of the rock formations that have been there for eons. I wish to hold on to the peace, serenity and balance that I have rediscovered. So many spectacular images of places and people from this journey across the southern tier of the USA.
Crossing over the huge arched bridge it felt like we entered another world. At dusk it was a a glorious sunset with the sky starting to clear while the remaining western rays sprinkled glowing yellow splotches on the murky bay water. It was a calming feeling to walk along,scraping and scrunching the bottom of my bare feet along the fine-grained sandy beach. Our condos were right on the water.I kept my window open all night so I could hear the gentle slap of the waves and the cries of the gulls as they circled about.
To welcome us to the state of Alabama we had our usual margarita. For dinner, Linda prepared a spicy jambalya with shrimp and crawfish, rice,and corn bread and salad. For dessert, there was a special and sinful Paula Dean recipe of “Not yor Mama's Banana Puddin” that was a creamy caloric delight. I spent a good deal of time reading a book, The Ten Year Nap by Meg Wolitzer.
I awoke fairly early on the morning of our rest day, and walked down to breakfast at the Oar House just down the street. Afterwards, I ventured across the street to the beach access for a long lazy walk in the quiet of the morning. Tiny arched patterns of variety of bird tracks guided me to the shore where impressions of scalloped waves were gently etched into the slope along the water line. I was alone walking and enjoying the solitude accompanied only by the company of the birds around me.
I felt a little sad that more people can not or do not take the time to stop and notice the ripples in the sand dunes or the flicker of running feet of the sandpiper. I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of the various birds around me and the lap, lap, lapping of the water with the breeze whipping the ends of my hair into my face and snarling it again.
I feel a little sad as I know this remarkable journey that I have been on is starting to come to an end. My routine, the bonds, the food, the sights I have seen, or heard, or smelled will change again soon. I remember the enormous and meticulously maintained homes oozing with prosperity on one side of the street while in another part of town or further down the road on the other side I remember dark, hopeless, and more desperate lives of humans and animals in shacks or trailers just trying to make it through one more day. I remember the Apache Reservation land that was dusty, devoid of water, desolate and brown in sharp contrast to the bright green growth of the farms only miles away that had access to the water with its power and potential.
I remember the purple colored mountains that majestically rose up in the distance,the hundred year old saguaro cactus that stood on the ridges welcoming us though the desert. I recall the sight of the dusty clay red of Louisiana grasses blowing, and I can still hear the never ending roar of the wind in my ears from the hills of Texas.
I recall the vast openess of so many places in Arizona, New Mexico, and Texas, the powerful muddy Mississipi,the ferry crossings, the bridges, the back roads, the highways, the pecan trees that arched over the roadways. I recall the bumpy ride on chip seal that we traveled over and the numbing sensation in my hands. I remember the euphoria of climbing 8,8842 feet to Emory Pass and completing my first century ride and the sense of pride for taking a risk and doing something unique.
I cling to the spirituality found amongst the massive pine forests and of the rock formations that have been there for eons. I wish to hold on to the peace, serenity and balance that I have rediscovered. So many spectacular images of places and people from this journey across the southern tier of the USA.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Dauphin Island, Alabama
WOW! Another day, another state...and we lucked out again with the weather. It was really cloudy and stormy looking so we pedaled fast to get to where we had to be with very little stopping or picture taking along the way. We did stop briefly at the border to get a picture of the" Welcome to Alabama" sign.
At about mile 33, we got a view of the bridge that we would be crossing ahead of us at mile 36, even through the murky gray haze. We could smell the gulf,and knew we were near our destination for the day after we crossed that bridge. We knew we were in fish country. A lot of the catch is frozen. An oyster shucking factory was on our left. There were hills of oyster shells mounded up in enormous piles. Along our ride today we saw houses and even trailers high on stilts and wondered if these newer houses were because of the hurricanes that have been in this area. Even one of the streets was named Hurricane Blvd.
The bridge crossing was awesome. We started out on a long fairly flat bridge for about one and three quarter miles heading out past the pelicans and into the gulf. You could barely see the outline of oil platforms. Then the bridge arched up steeply so that large vessels could navigate beneath it. It was a steep climb and I headed back down to my granny gear to make the last 100 yards or so to the peak. I haven't been in that gear for quite a while with all the “fairly” flat terrain we've been doing lately. The wind was blowing strong, and it was a headwind for most of the climb as we completed the 3.5 mile bridge and headed over to Dauphin Island.
We decided to pull into Barnacle Bill's for lunch today. My lunch choice after going over that bridge was called, and I quote here as written in the menu, “ A Big Ass Salad!” The salad was enormous and I was the last one still eating at the table and left half of my salad. Afterwards we pedaled the last 2.0 miles to the Dauphin Island Beach Club where we are staying in some wonderful condo units right on the beach. I lucked out and got a queen sized bed in a room to MYSELF. I guess sleeping on the sofa bed in the other cottage got balanced out... We have two pools right outside out door and white sand beach beyond the pool gates. My bike tan has become more pronounced and I am sure I will look striking in my 10 year old bathing suit with my bike short, bike glove, bike shoes, striped tan lines. So fetching...
We have a day off here and I am truly looking forward to that and will post whenever I can get a connection to the internet that will work.
Love to all,
Robin
At about mile 33, we got a view of the bridge that we would be crossing ahead of us at mile 36, even through the murky gray haze. We could smell the gulf,and knew we were near our destination for the day after we crossed that bridge. We knew we were in fish country. A lot of the catch is frozen. An oyster shucking factory was on our left. There were hills of oyster shells mounded up in enormous piles. Along our ride today we saw houses and even trailers high on stilts and wondered if these newer houses were because of the hurricanes that have been in this area. Even one of the streets was named Hurricane Blvd.
The bridge crossing was awesome. We started out on a long fairly flat bridge for about one and three quarter miles heading out past the pelicans and into the gulf. You could barely see the outline of oil platforms. Then the bridge arched up steeply so that large vessels could navigate beneath it. It was a steep climb and I headed back down to my granny gear to make the last 100 yards or so to the peak. I haven't been in that gear for quite a while with all the “fairly” flat terrain we've been doing lately. The wind was blowing strong, and it was a headwind for most of the climb as we completed the 3.5 mile bridge and headed over to Dauphin Island.
We decided to pull into Barnacle Bill's for lunch today. My lunch choice after going over that bridge was called, and I quote here as written in the menu, “ A Big Ass Salad!” The salad was enormous and I was the last one still eating at the table and left half of my salad. Afterwards we pedaled the last 2.0 miles to the Dauphin Island Beach Club where we are staying in some wonderful condo units right on the beach. I lucked out and got a queen sized bed in a room to MYSELF. I guess sleeping on the sofa bed in the other cottage got balanced out... We have two pools right outside out door and white sand beach beyond the pool gates. My bike tan has become more pronounced and I am sure I will look striking in my 10 year old bathing suit with my bike short, bike glove, bike shoes, striped tan lines. So fetching...
We have a day off here and I am truly looking forward to that and will post whenever I can get a connection to the internet that will work.
Love to all,
Robin
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Wiggins,MS, to Pascagoula, MS
We traveled about 68 miles to get to Pascagoula, MS. We traveled over a lot of country roads and through state pine forests. One of the sections that we passed had a sign warning of Smoke Ahead. It looked as if they had just finished a controlled burn in part of a forest, probably getting ready for logging. Some of the spots were still smouldering and there was sweet smell in the air.
Standard breakfasts at the hotels we are staying at are starting to get boring. There seems to be a lot of pastry, bread, and biscuits. At least today, they had some fresh fruit that was pretty good and our cook brought in some hard boiled eggs so we would have a little bit of protein for our ride. Today I was very hungry early on so I ate my cashews, craisins, and power bar early. Every once in a while, I'll take a bite of my 1/2 peanut butter and jelly sandwich too.
I usually have a pretty big plate of food at supper. Last night we had beef, with lentils, rice, salad and chocolates for dessert. Of course we had our standard margarita for crossing another state border yesterday. Two more states is all we have left, Alabama and Florida. Lately during the day we have not been near any places that serve lunches so for a bathroom break, we usually find a gas station. I always look for chocolate milk for a quick pick me up.
On the way in I couldn't help but notice a flashing sign at Walgreen's warning people of a flood warning that is in effect until tomorrow night. We managed to skirt around the rain clouds that were about all day and got our complete ride in. I'm not sure what will happen with tomorrow's ride. One day at a time...
Looking forward to a day off at a beach resort in Alabama. Here's hoping the bad weather goes by us quickly!
Love to all,
Robin
Standard breakfasts at the hotels we are staying at are starting to get boring. There seems to be a lot of pastry, bread, and biscuits. At least today, they had some fresh fruit that was pretty good and our cook brought in some hard boiled eggs so we would have a little bit of protein for our ride. Today I was very hungry early on so I ate my cashews, craisins, and power bar early. Every once in a while, I'll take a bite of my 1/2 peanut butter and jelly sandwich too.
I usually have a pretty big plate of food at supper. Last night we had beef, with lentils, rice, salad and chocolates for dessert. Of course we had our standard margarita for crossing another state border yesterday. Two more states is all we have left, Alabama and Florida. Lately during the day we have not been near any places that serve lunches so for a bathroom break, we usually find a gas station. I always look for chocolate milk for a quick pick me up.
On the way in I couldn't help but notice a flashing sign at Walgreen's warning people of a flood warning that is in effect until tomorrow night. We managed to skirt around the rain clouds that were about all day and got our complete ride in. I'm not sure what will happen with tomorrow's ride. One day at a time...
Looking forward to a day off at a beach resort in Alabama. Here's hoping the bad weather goes by us quickly!
Love to all,
Robin
Friday, April 17, 2009
HERE WE ARE IN MISSISSIPPI
It's hard to believe we are through Louisiana and into Mississippi! Today we had a choice of a route and most of us chose the longer route. Last year there was an issue with two dogs that bit people, so they added an alternative route which was 26 miles shorter but on a road with little or no shoulder and lots of logging trucks.
Last night we stayed Bogalusa and the odor I kept smelling was from the paper mill in town. I guess that is where the logging trucks were all heading.
I was surprised that the section we rode on today was quite hilly. We also saw some beautiful open pastures filled with yellow flowers, some horses, some llamas,and a few cows here and there. My legs forgot how to climb or at least they weren't as efficient as they once were a few weeks ago! We did see some dogs and several started to come out at us but we talked or really YELLED them back into their yard/space.There were storm clouds around for a few hours, and I thought we were going to get wet but it held off. The wind was blowing a little bit today so it made the ride a bit harder, but all in all it was a good day.
Have a great weekend!
Love,
Robin
Last night we stayed Bogalusa and the odor I kept smelling was from the paper mill in town. I guess that is where the logging trucks were all heading.
I was surprised that the section we rode on today was quite hilly. We also saw some beautiful open pastures filled with yellow flowers, some horses, some llamas,and a few cows here and there. My legs forgot how to climb or at least they weren't as efficient as they once were a few weeks ago! We did see some dogs and several started to come out at us but we talked or really YELLED them back into their yard/space.There were storm clouds around for a few hours, and I thought we were going to get wet but it held off. The wind was blowing a little bit today so it made the ride a bit harder, but all in all it was a good day.
Have a great weekend!
Love,
Robin
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Hammond to Bogalusa, LA
We traveled 55 miles today on some nice country roads today. Most of the ride we tried to go at a leisurely pace, sort of another rolling rest day. We went through a town called Uneedus and there was a sad looking little building that was falling apart on the opposite side of the road that looked like it used to store grain at one time. Next to it was a sign saying Uneedus Superdome. I don't know if it is a comment on the New Orlean's Superdome fiasco after Katrina or if it has always been there like that...
On that same road was a Global Wildlife Center with various grazing animals. From our vantage point on the outside of the fence, there looked like there were emus and various antelope creatures from Africa. Bikers were not allowed and a few people that did want to visit went in to find that there were no walk-ins as this was school vacation week and the morning was already full due to reservations.
Animals seems to be the theme of the day. We had several dogs chase us. You wouldn't think those tiny little yappers would do much, but they sure can run after bikes ready to nibble on ankles. We tried the yelling techniques and finally ended up SPRINTING to get away.
Further down the road in a very secluded area, was a little puppy of some small mixed breed chasing after a truck in the middle of the road. We stopped to see if we could see some identification and wandered about for a while with this little puppy yapping, licking, and wagging its tail all at once. It didn't seem to be hungry or thirsty so we eventually pedaled on slowly trying to flag down people, who waved at us, smiled and went on. He followed us for about a mile and we came to some mailboxes, flagged down a truck, and asked him to take the dog. The poor man stepped up and said he would give it to someone for us. I hope he did, but it was probably abandoned that afternoon by someone else.
We arrived around 2 pm, despite our casual ride and dog rescue encounter, and I believe we have a low mileage day tomorrow when we cross into Mississippi. Perhaps I'll have time to do my laundry, and start making some phone calls to bike shops about packing and shipping my bike home in a few weeks. There's a strange smell here at our hotel that sort of permeates the air. Someone who was in the Peace Corps said it reminds her of sugar cane and we were wondering if there was a processing mill around here.
Have a good day!
Robin
On that same road was a Global Wildlife Center with various grazing animals. From our vantage point on the outside of the fence, there looked like there were emus and various antelope creatures from Africa. Bikers were not allowed and a few people that did want to visit went in to find that there were no walk-ins as this was school vacation week and the morning was already full due to reservations.
Animals seems to be the theme of the day. We had several dogs chase us. You wouldn't think those tiny little yappers would do much, but they sure can run after bikes ready to nibble on ankles. We tried the yelling techniques and finally ended up SPRINTING to get away.
Further down the road in a very secluded area, was a little puppy of some small mixed breed chasing after a truck in the middle of the road. We stopped to see if we could see some identification and wandered about for a while with this little puppy yapping, licking, and wagging its tail all at once. It didn't seem to be hungry or thirsty so we eventually pedaled on slowly trying to flag down people, who waved at us, smiled and went on. He followed us for about a mile and we came to some mailboxes, flagged down a truck, and asked him to take the dog. The poor man stepped up and said he would give it to someone for us. I hope he did, but it was probably abandoned that afternoon by someone else.
We arrived around 2 pm, despite our casual ride and dog rescue encounter, and I believe we have a low mileage day tomorrow when we cross into Mississippi. Perhaps I'll have time to do my laundry, and start making some phone calls to bike shops about packing and shipping my bike home in a few weeks. There's a strange smell here at our hotel that sort of permeates the air. Someone who was in the Peace Corps said it reminds her of sugar cane and we were wondering if there was a processing mill around here.
Have a good day!
Robin
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
St. Francisville to Hammond, LA
Wow! Another long day of 88 miles, but the weather was perfect, the skies were blue, and the humidity was moderate. We cycled through pine forest, past large open fields, near well manicured neighborhoods and fine homes, past a prison, past a herd of long horns that had the biggest horns I have ever seen, through a very large town/city, back through country roads, to a suburb outside of Baton Rouge. At about mile 66, we stopped at a gas station/market/deli that we had heard about. While we were waiting, a young man asked us some questions about our trip and then said, Where do y'all bathe at night? It just struck me funny so I asked him if we smelled that bad. He just thought we'd get all hot and sweaty everyday and would get dirty from the blowing dirt of the trucks and such that went by. Well, we were out in the country with very little services so I guess that was a reasonable question for a person who lives there and we were still about 25 miles away from a hotel.
I think I'm caught up now on my blog. One more day in Louisiana and then we head to Mississippi.
I think I'm caught up now on my blog. One more day in Louisiana and then we head to Mississippi.
Lafayette to St. Francisville, LA
What a variety of experiences we had today. First, we woke up to a low dense fog. The air was laden with moisture and we cycled through the thickening mist that stuck around for the first part of our morning. We left as early as we could after sunrise to get out of the busy traffic in the city of Lafayette and be on our way. We headed out past more farms, some big and some small ones, some with sugar cane plants and many fields that lay ready for the planting of rice.
Our route today took us on curvy back roads, past shacks as well as homes and estates that looked like they came out of Architecture Magazines. We went on country roadways, busy highways ,over several railroad tracks, up a Louisiana hill, over a high arched bridge over the Atchafalaya River, over a 3.5 bridge with no shoulder on US90, across the Mississippi River by ferry and into the town of St. Francisville 86 miles later. Barking and chasing dogs certainly got our adrenaline going as well as a merge for construction going on a single lane highway bridge with a Jersey barrier on one side and a railing on the other side.
Probably the most frightening part was riding on a 3.5 mile bridge called the Morganza Spillway that had no shoulder on a four lane highway. Ten of us went across in a cluster in a 2 by 5 array followed by the SAG vehicle Subaru that escorted us with her flashers on. We stayed in the middle and to the right of the right hand lane. The bridge was flat and straight but it seemed like it took forever to get across that spillway.
We stopped and talked to two men that were in the ditch looking for crawdads. They showed us what they had in their buckets. Today they were just looking for little ones for bait to go fishing but he told us that he can catch up to 125 sacks of crayfish every day to sell to restaurants for his living. Susan held one and we had a nice chat with those fellas before we went on our way. Further down the road, we saw two boys playing in the rain swollen ditch/pool in the front of their home. The water was mud colored, just perfect for two boys to muck around in.
At about mile 50, the sky started to darken again, and it looked like rain was a coming again. At that point, we were out in the country and there was little shelter or homes to be found. We thought about going back to a little church that had a little vestry for protection, but decided to go on ahead instead of backwards, and hoped something was around the next corner. There wasn't. Nor was there anything around the next corner, or the one after that.
But, several corners and another mile or so later, we saw Mary Jo at the side of a road, waving us on in to a farm that had an overhang, just in the time before it started to pour. The farmer was one of four brothers who owned over 2,000 acres. They harvested mostly crawdads, but also grew sugar cane, rice, and some other crops. A BIG thankyou to the farmer at Four Oaks in Morganza for chatting with us and letting us hang out there until the rain passed by!
At about mile 67, we ate at a restaurant called “Not Your Mama's Cafe” which featured a variety of Po'Boy sandwiches which were delicious. Of course, by that time, I was so hungry, but it was worth the wait and the ride to get there. After that we went about 10 plus more miles to get on the ferry. Bicyclist can ride for free so we scooted to the front of the line and I sat down in the gravel waiting for the ferry that runs every ½ hour to pull in from the other side of the muddy Mississippi River.
We rode the last 5 miles or so to our place that we will be staying for two nights at the Butler Greenwood B & B. It's one of the plantations that was built in the late 1700's. We are staying in one of the homes on the property that has a pull out sleep sofa, a bedroom with a king sized bed and a room upstairs with a separate entrance with a queen bed and private bath. Guess where I am, on the sleep sofa. It was a little frustration as there are no blankets for this bed and it was too late to go up to the main house. Liz loaned me her comforter that was on her bed so I should have been plenty warm. We did not turn on the heat so by about 4 am, it was below 50 inside and quite chilly. We had two lovely porches, one that overlooked the ducks and the mini pond. There is a resident male peacock named Humphrey, who thinks he owns this house and comes right up on the porch with his feathers regally behind him. It really was quite peaceful here.
On the day off, I walked into town, about three miles away and walked toward the part of the town that we came in on. I stopped at the tourist information and museum. We also went on a tour of the bed and breakfast we stayed at earlier in the day. Ann Butler is the 8Th generation of that particular plantation that was built in the 1790's and resides in the home. Hundreds of ancient moss-draped oak trees are on the property and you instantly get a feeling of peace and tranquility just entering the long gravel driveway. There is an original formal Victorian parlor with hundreds of antiques. Ann Butler is also a writer and I found a book downtown that she has written about how her husband tried to kill her. I can't wait to read that after meeting her and her daughter.
I had some guacamole for lunch and later stopped in a coffee shop for some tea and the best banana cake I've ever had in my life. Later on I walked 3 miles back to the plantation where we were staying. I purposefully did not ride my bike as I wanted to give my bottom a break. The flat ride is actually hurting me a bit more because we are constantly in the same position on the saddle. On the way back I bought a sandwich for supper, and my friends brought back some things to make for supper. So we combined everything in our little cottage and had wine, cheese, chef salad, and some fruit for dinner. It was nice to have a quiet dinner with four people in a very cozy little cottage.
I will post this when I can as there is no Internet connection out here.
Hugs,
Robin
Our route today took us on curvy back roads, past shacks as well as homes and estates that looked like they came out of Architecture Magazines. We went on country roadways, busy highways ,over several railroad tracks, up a Louisiana hill, over a high arched bridge over the Atchafalaya River, over a 3.5 bridge with no shoulder on US90, across the Mississippi River by ferry and into the town of St. Francisville 86 miles later. Barking and chasing dogs certainly got our adrenaline going as well as a merge for construction going on a single lane highway bridge with a Jersey barrier on one side and a railing on the other side.
Probably the most frightening part was riding on a 3.5 mile bridge called the Morganza Spillway that had no shoulder on a four lane highway. Ten of us went across in a cluster in a 2 by 5 array followed by the SAG vehicle Subaru that escorted us with her flashers on. We stayed in the middle and to the right of the right hand lane. The bridge was flat and straight but it seemed like it took forever to get across that spillway.
We stopped and talked to two men that were in the ditch looking for crawdads. They showed us what they had in their buckets. Today they were just looking for little ones for bait to go fishing but he told us that he can catch up to 125 sacks of crayfish every day to sell to restaurants for his living. Susan held one and we had a nice chat with those fellas before we went on our way. Further down the road, we saw two boys playing in the rain swollen ditch/pool in the front of their home. The water was mud colored, just perfect for two boys to muck around in.
At about mile 50, the sky started to darken again, and it looked like rain was a coming again. At that point, we were out in the country and there was little shelter or homes to be found. We thought about going back to a little church that had a little vestry for protection, but decided to go on ahead instead of backwards, and hoped something was around the next corner. There wasn't. Nor was there anything around the next corner, or the one after that.
But, several corners and another mile or so later, we saw Mary Jo at the side of a road, waving us on in to a farm that had an overhang, just in the time before it started to pour. The farmer was one of four brothers who owned over 2,000 acres. They harvested mostly crawdads, but also grew sugar cane, rice, and some other crops. A BIG thankyou to the farmer at Four Oaks in Morganza for chatting with us and letting us hang out there until the rain passed by!
At about mile 67, we ate at a restaurant called “Not Your Mama's Cafe” which featured a variety of Po'Boy sandwiches which were delicious. Of course, by that time, I was so hungry, but it was worth the wait and the ride to get there. After that we went about 10 plus more miles to get on the ferry. Bicyclist can ride for free so we scooted to the front of the line and I sat down in the gravel waiting for the ferry that runs every ½ hour to pull in from the other side of the muddy Mississippi River.
We rode the last 5 miles or so to our place that we will be staying for two nights at the Butler Greenwood B & B. It's one of the plantations that was built in the late 1700's. We are staying in one of the homes on the property that has a pull out sleep sofa, a bedroom with a king sized bed and a room upstairs with a separate entrance with a queen bed and private bath. Guess where I am, on the sleep sofa. It was a little frustration as there are no blankets for this bed and it was too late to go up to the main house. Liz loaned me her comforter that was on her bed so I should have been plenty warm. We did not turn on the heat so by about 4 am, it was below 50 inside and quite chilly. We had two lovely porches, one that overlooked the ducks and the mini pond. There is a resident male peacock named Humphrey, who thinks he owns this house and comes right up on the porch with his feathers regally behind him. It really was quite peaceful here.
On the day off, I walked into town, about three miles away and walked toward the part of the town that we came in on. I stopped at the tourist information and museum. We also went on a tour of the bed and breakfast we stayed at earlier in the day. Ann Butler is the 8Th generation of that particular plantation that was built in the 1790's and resides in the home. Hundreds of ancient moss-draped oak trees are on the property and you instantly get a feeling of peace and tranquility just entering the long gravel driveway. There is an original formal Victorian parlor with hundreds of antiques. Ann Butler is also a writer and I found a book downtown that she has written about how her husband tried to kill her. I can't wait to read that after meeting her and her daughter.
I had some guacamole for lunch and later stopped in a coffee shop for some tea and the best banana cake I've ever had in my life. Later on I walked 3 miles back to the plantation where we were staying. I purposefully did not ride my bike as I wanted to give my bottom a break. The flat ride is actually hurting me a bit more because we are constantly in the same position on the saddle. On the way back I bought a sandwich for supper, and my friends brought back some things to make for supper. So we combined everything in our little cottage and had wine, cheese, chef salad, and some fruit for dinner. It was nice to have a quiet dinner with four people in a very cozy little cottage.
I will post this when I can as there is no Internet connection out here.
Hugs,
Robin
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Lake Charles Part-Way to Lafayette, LA
It was great to have that room to myself. Susan, Liz, and I did some more planning for the upcoming talent show and I even spent some time watching a few Saturday Night episodes before I fell asleep. I must have mis-set the alarm because I didn't wake up until 6:45 for a7:00 o'clock breakfast.
The weather forecast did not sound that great but we started out because it wasn't raining or thundering at the moment. The wind was strong again and it's always a challenge to travel through. At about mile 17, my partners decided to get a ride. I wanted to press on and tried to catch up with some people that had left before me so I would have someone to ride with. The weather looked ominous, but so far, we had out skirted most of the darkest clouds and only got a few drops of rain. I caught up with two gals and rode with them until we caught up with two more gals and arrived at the Sag stop at about mile 24 together. We all decided to continue to ride as a group in case we ran into some weather.
We passed many fields flooded with rice. Most of them had crawdad traps in them poking out. We also traveled by fields of sugar beets, and oats, but mainly crawfish and rice. I'm not sure if the weather brought in more of the shore birds inland, but we saw and heard many more than usual. Red-wing blackbirds seemed to be everywhere, along with beautiful white egrets. When we rode by, the egrets looked like a white sheet parachuting up and away from us.
We continued to battle the wind, mostly headwinds, and cross-winds to about mile 50 when we reached a small place called Esterwood. Janet pulled off out of the wind, under an old car wash that looked like it had been closed for the longest time and asked how we were all doing. The wind had changed direction suddenly and the sky just looked very different somehow. We all said we were fine and just as she was about to pull out, I asked if we could stop for two minutes so I could get more fluids in me and have a little break. At the end of the two minutes, the sky blackened and the clouds were swirling around like they didn't know which way to go.
We decided to immediately head for cover but there wasn't too much around that even looked open. We went back to a store called Beer and Ice. It had a large area where we could park our bikes. We decided to get a snack, wait 20 minutes and see what happened with the weather. I gave our SAG driver who was about 15 miles ahead of us, a heads-up as to where we were and that the five of us were safe and accounted for. In what seemed like a few minutes it started to thunder and rain and the clerk at the store said there was a tornado watch. Well, that changed all our attitudes about possibly riding again, so we waited a while for the storm to do its thing, which was mostly heavy rain and gustier winds. The metal airport sign across the street looked like it was about to be bent in half and blow away.
After an hour or so, the van came back for us and for two other gals that sought refuge at a house about 10 miles further down the road. As we were driving the last 30 miles to get to our hotel in Lafayette, LA with the wind and periods of rain, I knew we had made the right decision to ditch!
Due to the tornado watch that is on until 9 pm. , we are eating at a Chinese Buffet, down the street, which is the only place open around here on an Easter Sunday.
Have a great week!
Love,
Robin
The weather forecast did not sound that great but we started out because it wasn't raining or thundering at the moment. The wind was strong again and it's always a challenge to travel through. At about mile 17, my partners decided to get a ride. I wanted to press on and tried to catch up with some people that had left before me so I would have someone to ride with. The weather looked ominous, but so far, we had out skirted most of the darkest clouds and only got a few drops of rain. I caught up with two gals and rode with them until we caught up with two more gals and arrived at the Sag stop at about mile 24 together. We all decided to continue to ride as a group in case we ran into some weather.
We passed many fields flooded with rice. Most of them had crawdad traps in them poking out. We also traveled by fields of sugar beets, and oats, but mainly crawfish and rice. I'm not sure if the weather brought in more of the shore birds inland, but we saw and heard many more than usual. Red-wing blackbirds seemed to be everywhere, along with beautiful white egrets. When we rode by, the egrets looked like a white sheet parachuting up and away from us.
We continued to battle the wind, mostly headwinds, and cross-winds to about mile 50 when we reached a small place called Esterwood. Janet pulled off out of the wind, under an old car wash that looked like it had been closed for the longest time and asked how we were all doing. The wind had changed direction suddenly and the sky just looked very different somehow. We all said we were fine and just as she was about to pull out, I asked if we could stop for two minutes so I could get more fluids in me and have a little break. At the end of the two minutes, the sky blackened and the clouds were swirling around like they didn't know which way to go.
We decided to immediately head for cover but there wasn't too much around that even looked open. We went back to a store called Beer and Ice. It had a large area where we could park our bikes. We decided to get a snack, wait 20 minutes and see what happened with the weather. I gave our SAG driver who was about 15 miles ahead of us, a heads-up as to where we were and that the five of us were safe and accounted for. In what seemed like a few minutes it started to thunder and rain and the clerk at the store said there was a tornado watch. Well, that changed all our attitudes about possibly riding again, so we waited a while for the storm to do its thing, which was mostly heavy rain and gustier winds. The metal airport sign across the street looked like it was about to be bent in half and blow away.
After an hour or so, the van came back for us and for two other gals that sought refuge at a house about 10 miles further down the road. As we were driving the last 30 miles to get to our hotel in Lafayette, LA with the wind and periods of rain, I knew we had made the right decision to ditch!
Due to the tornado watch that is on until 9 pm. , we are eating at a Chinese Buffet, down the street, which is the only place open around here on an Easter Sunday.
Have a great week!
Love,
Robin
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Welcome to Louisiana!
Hard to believe but 19 days later we made it across Texas and into Louisiana. There will be a margarita tonight to celebrate this border crossing. I have to say as soon as we passed the border crossing, it seemed to get very wet and swampy. We saw swamp boats and big wheeled ATV's to get across the muck and water. It was pretty much the same as we saw yesterday, except the ditches were deeper and more full of water, the roads were just as straight for 8 miles or so and there were more headwinds, not terrible, but noticeable all the while.
Our ride was supposed to take 72 miles but it turned out to be more like 84 miles and for parts, the day seemed to go on forever. First we were given some directions that were not quite correct so we went about 4 miles out of our way. There were also some typo's on the new route sheet, a 3 instead of an 8 and a longer section in another place. We were also told that the closer we got to Lake Charles, there would be more services available. Little did we know they meant the last 5 miles! By about mile 65 or so, we needed a break from the headwind and long mileage day. Though it is fairly flat here, our bottoms get tired and sore a bit more easily because we are in the same part of the saddle. The only place we could find any food at all was a Citgo Station for lunch (about 2 pm by now) so we went in for a drink and a snacks. I got a chocolate milk, some cheese and some pretzels and I started laughing because we were eating behind a dumpster at a gas station. (The dumpster was placed in front of the wall where we had placed our bikes.) I suggested we at least move to the side of the dumpster, where they had some rounded pipes that we could sit/lean on and one of the gals said fine as long as it wasn't shaped like the seat of her bicycle!
As we got closer to the end, it got a little more "exciting". There was a draw bridge we had to go over and two long bridges with no shoulders and four lanes of zipping traffic. Our SAG driver got behind us and escorted five of us us slowly across the bridge with her blinkers on. I was glad we were near our end destination and almost out of the traffic.
I lucked out with my room assignment. We rotate roomates and my roommate took a few days off to fly home for her husband's 70th birthday party so I have a room to MYSELF and it's right by the door of the parking lot so less distance to haul the luggage and bike, AND it's by the ice machine, AND it's on the first floor! JACKPOT BABY! (We always keep our bikes in our rooms.)
I've already taken a soaking bath, and a shower and had two bath towels for myself. My stuff is spread out everywhere and I am just loving the space and the privacy.
Heard there is a big storm coming in tomorrow so we shall see what happens....
Happy Easter,
Robin
Our ride was supposed to take 72 miles but it turned out to be more like 84 miles and for parts, the day seemed to go on forever. First we were given some directions that were not quite correct so we went about 4 miles out of our way. There were also some typo's on the new route sheet, a 3 instead of an 8 and a longer section in another place. We were also told that the closer we got to Lake Charles, there would be more services available. Little did we know they meant the last 5 miles! By about mile 65 or so, we needed a break from the headwind and long mileage day. Though it is fairly flat here, our bottoms get tired and sore a bit more easily because we are in the same part of the saddle. The only place we could find any food at all was a Citgo Station for lunch (about 2 pm by now) so we went in for a drink and a snacks. I got a chocolate milk, some cheese and some pretzels and I started laughing because we were eating behind a dumpster at a gas station. (The dumpster was placed in front of the wall where we had placed our bikes.) I suggested we at least move to the side of the dumpster, where they had some rounded pipes that we could sit/lean on and one of the gals said fine as long as it wasn't shaped like the seat of her bicycle!
As we got closer to the end, it got a little more "exciting". There was a draw bridge we had to go over and two long bridges with no shoulders and four lanes of zipping traffic. Our SAG driver got behind us and escorted five of us us slowly across the bridge with her blinkers on. I was glad we were near our end destination and almost out of the traffic.
I lucked out with my room assignment. We rotate roomates and my roommate took a few days off to fly home for her husband's 70th birthday party so I have a room to MYSELF and it's right by the door of the parking lot so less distance to haul the luggage and bike, AND it's by the ice machine, AND it's on the first floor! JACKPOT BABY! (We always keep our bikes in our rooms.)
I've already taken a soaking bath, and a shower and had two bath towels for myself. My stuff is spread out everywhere and I am just loving the space and the privacy.
Heard there is a big storm coming in tomorrow so we shall see what happens....
Happy Easter,
Robin
Friday, April 10, 2009
Cleveland to Silsbee, TX
It definitely feels more humid down here. The terrain is wetter, with standing water int he ditches and in small ponds. Today we went on the same road as big logging trucks. Most of the drivers were pretty good and pulled away as we had a very small shoulder for a good part of the ride. They were hauling tall pines and we could see many areas that had been clear cut along the route we were taking.
Most of us are not quite as comfortable using the side of the road for the "green door" to the outdoor bathroom, as it seems like it would be home to many other creatures hiding in the grass and marshy areas. After about 20 miles of a very straight, and shall we say boring flat ride, Liz found a mud mound on the side of the road made by some creature. That at least led to some thinking about what creature had made it. The structures varied from a few inches tall to some high rise mud mounds with a diameter opening about the size of a quarter at the top. After some investigation, we discovered they were crayfish mounds and at lunch, we stopped at Mama Jack's, in the town of Kountze, where they had a buffet with a special crayfish dish. I heard from everyone that tried it that it was delicious. As my tummy was a little upset in the morning, I opted to stay away from heavy butter and fried okra, catfish and chose something a bit milder.
The rest of the ride was broken up with a trip to the Dollar Store where we are trying to get some things for our talent show that will be coming up in a few weeks. I also spent an hour at CVS getting some photographs developed before going to the hotel for a shower and dinner.
For Susan's birthday, she requested, Pad Tai, Asian slaw, fruit, and homemade vanilla pudding. It was all so yummy. I don't think I ever had home made pudding before with real cream and eggs.
We are on some new routes for the next few days so there may be little "bugs" in the directions that we are given. There may be a four mile bridge coming up tomorrow with no shoulders so we may have to be escorted across with the SAG vehicle in little groups.
I believe we have a 72 mile day tomorrow and Sunday may be thunderstorms so we will see what the weather brings as we head out of Texas and into Louisiana.
Stay safe,
Robin
Most of us are not quite as comfortable using the side of the road for the "green door" to the outdoor bathroom, as it seems like it would be home to many other creatures hiding in the grass and marshy areas. After about 20 miles of a very straight, and shall we say boring flat ride, Liz found a mud mound on the side of the road made by some creature. That at least led to some thinking about what creature had made it. The structures varied from a few inches tall to some high rise mud mounds with a diameter opening about the size of a quarter at the top. After some investigation, we discovered they were crayfish mounds and at lunch, we stopped at Mama Jack's, in the town of Kountze, where they had a buffet with a special crayfish dish. I heard from everyone that tried it that it was delicious. As my tummy was a little upset in the morning, I opted to stay away from heavy butter and fried okra, catfish and chose something a bit milder.
The rest of the ride was broken up with a trip to the Dollar Store where we are trying to get some things for our talent show that will be coming up in a few weeks. I also spent an hour at CVS getting some photographs developed before going to the hotel for a shower and dinner.
For Susan's birthday, she requested, Pad Tai, Asian slaw, fruit, and homemade vanilla pudding. It was all so yummy. I don't think I ever had home made pudding before with real cream and eggs.
We are on some new routes for the next few days so there may be little "bugs" in the directions that we are given. There may be a four mile bridge coming up tomorrow with no shoulders so we may have to be escorted across with the SAG vehicle in little groups.
I believe we have a 72 mile day tomorrow and Sunday may be thunderstorms so we will see what the weather brings as we head out of Texas and into Louisiana.
Stay safe,
Robin
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