Arrival in St, Francisville

We arrived in St.Francisville on day six after day five with white caps on the rice fields.  We spent our day riding into the cause of those white caps.  'nuf said about that day!
Day six was a fun day with beautiful riding conditions through really pretty country.  We started our day crossing the Atchafalaya River and finished the day crossing the Mississippi River.  We are staying at the Butler Greenwood Plantation which has been in the same family since the 1790s. The plantation is operated by the seventh and eighth generation while the ninth generation is arriving. The house has 100% original furnishings and eight separate cottages for guests. We started the day with a tour of this plantation house and then hopped on our bikes to visit Mr.Imahara's Botanical Garden.  This garden is a long time dream of Walter Imahara a retired nurseryman and landscaper, a planter who can not stop planting,  A dream that evidently is not shared by his wife,  Walter and his sister Lily operate the garden. The garden is very different from any garden anywhere with nine cascading ponds, azaleas, camellias, crape myrtles, palm trees, magnolias, and more.  Seeing one man's dream was wonderful, after learning about the family history.  The Imahara family was a family or nine children who had been in the Japanese Relocation Camps during WWII.  The family lost everything from this experience, but went on to prosper.  The nine ponds are to symbolize the nine brothers and sisters in Walter's family.
From here we went to the Magnolia Cafe for lunch where we had muffuletta sandwiches.  Then on to Grace Episcopal Church to seek out Commander Hart's grave.  The story of his death and burial is very interesting.  I need to do some genealogy studies to see if he could be a famous relative.
We then went to the Rosedown Plantation with all of it's gardens and stories.  On the way back from there we thought we were purchasing a whole crawfish dinner, turned out to be only crawfish.  So we sat on the deck sucking crawfish and drinking beer.  Perfect end to a great day.  Tomorrow, we turn around and head home.

Day 4

We felt fortunate when we started out that the predicted 33 degree tenps did not happen.  We left in a balmy  43 degrees.  The skies were beautiful and sunny with very light winds.  We encountered rolling hills for the first 35 miles and then the terrain flattened out to what I had advertised the ride to be, flatter than a fritter.  Janie reminded me that my fritter was lumpy.  Then we came to the fritter flat terrain through rice fields for the remainder of the day.
The highlight of our day was a rest stop at the East Beauregard Parish Volunteer fire house.  It was open and we were invited in.  We talked with a very nice Parish employee, I never heard his name or position.  We were able to use the restroom.  He seemed quite surprised when I went back to get my camera to photograph the  restroom.  In the restroom was a lovely wreath about 4-5 feet in diameter.  Never have I seen this in a restroom.  Also, the TP was in a cute little basket.  I made the statement that they must have some women on the squad.  Come to find out the Chief is a women.
This was a wonderful riding day!  Lessens in layering are paying off.

Learning Lessons

The day started out bright and sunny.  One problem the temperature was 43F.  We rode most all morning into a wind from the NW of 15 - 20 miles per hour.  Very chilly requiring as many clothes that I could comfortably move in.  As the day warmed up to the high 50s, with the wind at our backs, the clothes were stripped off, then back on again as we approached DeRidder where the thermometer read 46 and that was before the sun went down.  The lesson was in layering.  The last ride we did the temps were 95 to 105.  We learned nothing about layering.
We entered DeRidder looking forward to a motel and dinner.  One problem, out of 5 motels in town we were able to get rooms at the  5th one we called, which at time of check-in they only had a couple of rooms left.  Who would have guessed that motels in small towns would be full on Monday night. It seems that they are all booked by contractual workers.  We had reservations for the 1st two nights but had wanted to have more flexability so no more reservations until St.Francisville.  Lesson learned, make reservations.  We called ahead for tomorrow night and  got the last 2 rooms.  Crazy!
Tomorrow morning predicted to be 33.

Strangers Helping Strangers

The day started out with threatening skies and a promise of a rainy day, but we had to go.  The advantage of a self contained trip is suppose to be if the weather is not cooperating you don't have to go.  However, we have reservations at a plantation in St, Francisville.  It seems that at the time we would probably be there their biggest festival and fund raiser of the year is happening.  It is the Audoubon Pilgrimage.  Without reservations there will be no room at the in.  So we started out.  Fortunately, when the heavens opened up we were near a quick stop,  The manager had no problem with us camping out there for an hour or so.  When the rains slowed, we took off.  Each of our rain gear seemed to be adequate for each of us.  It really was a stroke of luck that we found shelter.  Sheltered spots were few and far between on today's ride.
Our next helpful person happened at lunch.  Well, this was not so helpful but the person really meant well.  We have found  on our cycling adventures that people always want to give you route advice.  Of course these people really know the area but have no idea about bikes.
After lunch we took off again down a road, which turned out to be the wrong direction.  A man who had been filling his truck saw what we were doing and came down the road after us, because the only place this road was going was to the oil fields.  He asked where we were going and steered us in the right direction.  He then turned around and went the direction he was sending us.  For those of you who don't know roads to oil fields are not good and particularly bad in wet weather.
The next rather colorful person to help us was Ricky.  Some of us were stopped along the road waiting for Doug to deal with a flat.  He offered to go get Doug, water, overnight lodging in the community church if needed.  When we did not need these things he offered to go up the road and have relatives restrain their dog (all or part  pit bull).  He said the dog liked legs.  We like ours too.  So he was very pleased that he could do something for us.
We also learned some local history in Batson.  This town during the 30s had 80,000 people.  Today probably not 500.  Some of the structures we passed I believe were remnants of that era.
Today's ride was really remote through the Big Thicket National Preserve.  Tomorrow we will enter Louisiana.  Looking forward to a crawfish boil dinner tomorrow night.

Day 1 Complete

toWe are nicely settled into our motel while the wind is still howling outside.  We rode about 50 miles  working out a few kinks and adapting to the added weight of the bike.  The day was cloudy with temps in the low 70s.  As the day went on the wind became stronger and stronger.  It was basically a side wind that just whomped you, then swirled around and whomped you some more.  That being said we just as happy to call it a day on the bike.  One of the highlights of the day was our coffee break at Trinity River Refuge. We had hoped to see gators, but it was probably too chilly for them. Tomorrow the weather should be interesting, windy, storms, 20 degree temperature drop. We will see what happens.

On The Bike Again

Blog followers we are back (I don't know if we still have blog followers).   With fairly little attention to bike or body , we have our panniers packed and on the bikes for an early morning take off.  Probably the number one question we were asked on our Border to Border bike ride was "what cause are you riding for?".  We do not ride for  causes.  We ride for events or mile stones.  This time we are riding from our driveway in Baytown, Texas to St. Francisville, LA.  The intention is to ride at least 700 miles for my 70th birthday while our last ride was to commemorate my 50th high school class reunion. The distance to St. Francisville should be about 400 miles and of course it is 400 miles back.  So we should easily make our goal.  Joining us on this latest adventure is my sister Janie and her husband John.   It should be great fun as these transplanted  yankees and true yankees esperience mainly rural Louisianna.

P.S.  It is amazing how much room I have in my panniers without camping and cooking gear!

D&L on the Move Again

After a five month forced hiatus from travel we are finally on the move again.  In the past 4 weeks we  have traveled over 5000 miles.  This time by car.

We ended our trip after spending one day at home and heading to Hill Country to pick up Austin, our new Welsh Corgie.  On our way to get Austin, we spent two nights in a bed and breakfast, compliments of our daughter Kim.  This was a Christmas present.  We had a great time eating and drinking our way around Hill Country.  We enjoyed visits to wineries, First Texas Olive Oil Company, and swimming in the Blue Hole in Wimberly, Texas.

We left home and headed to south Florida where we delivered and installed a house number plaque for Andrea, Peter and Henrik's new home.  We were quite satisfied with this.  While in south Florida I, Lois, purchased my latest toy.  It is a Trekke.  For me not for long distances but for trekking around the neighborhood.  One of our high lights in Florida was drift fishing in the Atlantic.  It was crazy!
At our first stop we were in the middle of a school of bonitas.  Everyone was yelling "fish on".  Lines were snapping and everyone wanted the attention of the mates.  After changing positions the pace slowed down but we continued to catch little else but bonitas.  I hooked one on its side.  All the mates thought it was a flounder but it turned out to be just another bonita.

After leaving Florida we visited long time good friends in Atlanta, Georgia.  We highly recommend visiting the Atlanta Aquarium.  Fabulous!  We then had a short visit with my cousin in Dalongega before heading back to 75 for our trip to Michigan to see my sister, Doug's mother and a quick Up North camping trip with Kim and Matt before heading back to Texas.

Our first night with Austin went really well!  He slept in his crate in our bedroom, he didn't like his crate in the kitchen.  He started whining about 5a.m., went out, did his business, went contentedly back in his crate and we all splept until 7.  Myself a little later.  We are off to a good start!