Today Tim’s son Matt joined us after flying into Baton Rouge last night, getting picked up by Tim, and then assembling his bike in all of 20 minutes – what a rookie! 🙂  Seriously, it was great having him with us today, if for nothing else than to listen to him make fun of Tim, starting with his chain saw snoring last night! Who knew?  None of the rest of the Sullivan brothers snore, right Nancy? 🙂 But having Matt along really made me wish my son Chris could be with us also.  Maybe next year, Chris, for part of the ride?

We started out in a heavy fog, and I think that’s the first time that’s ever happened to us on one of our rides.  We were dressed a tad on the heavy side, since the temperature was hovering right around 50 degrees, plus or minus.  But at our first stop, we all started shedding clothes, and we didn’t regret it as it warmed up to slightly over 70 degrees by the end of our 68 mile ride to Amite City.

The only mildly concerning thing that happened today was that one of the spokes on my back wheel broke, but Matt taped it to adjacent spokes and loosened the spokes closest to the broken one, to keep the wheel as true as possible.  And it worked fine to get me the remaining 40 miles into Amite City.  We didn’t have any flats and we made great time today, thanks mostly to Matt, whose young and fresh legs kept us all going at a fast pace.  And it didn’t hurt at all that we had had a rest day yesterday (thanks again, Beth!) , so we were all more rested than normal.  We were able to complete the 68 miles in just over 6 hours, when normally it would have taken us about 7 hours.

And the other thing that made the ride go faster for us was that we sang oldies for a good portion of the ride.  One of the ones Mark, Tim and I all sang (Matt must have thought we were nuts, but so what) was from the Righteous Brothers.  Remember this one?

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And we sang other oldies also, and at one point Mark pulled up “Unchained Melody,” also from the Righteous Brothers, because I just couldn’t remember their other really big hit.  Of course, many of the songs we sang along the way were from the Beatles, the Beach Boys, and Elvis.  Tim sang one that none of us recognized, but he is slightly older than us, which could explain it.  Curiously, Matt didn’t sing at all.  Hmmm….. guess he was too busy laughing at us. 🙂

We counted 43 Bud Light cans by the side of the road and 8 Dollar General stores along the way.  There may have been more of both, but we just lost count after that.  After we got to the hotel, Mark, Beth and I did laundry, after which I went to a bike store in Hammond, LA named Graycat Cyclewox to get my spoke fixed, my wheel trued, and a new back tire.  I also picked up a bright yellow-green cycling jersey so that when and if I take off my yellow jacket tomorrow, I will still be very visible to drivers.

Ok, enough talk – here are today’s photos.  Hope you enjoy them.

Pool at Butler Greenwood Plantation B&B.  The building Beth and I stayed in was right next to this inviting pool, but it was just too cold and rainy to enjoy it.

Pool at Butler Greenwood Plantation B&B. The building Beth and I stayed in was right next to this inviting pool, but it was just too cold and rainy to enjoy it.

The boys strip off layers at our first rest stop on LA 10.  We stayed on LA 10 for most of today's ride and it treated us really well!  It had a nice wide shoulder and gently rolling hills.

The boys strip off layers at our first rest stop on LA 10. We stayed on LA 10 for most of today’s ride and it treated us really well! It had a nice wide shoulder and gently rolling hills.

One of the really quaint towns we passed through today was Jackson, LA.  This train car was right outside an Antique Store there, and I thought it looked really nice.

One of the really quaint towns we passed through today was Jackson, LA. This train car was right outside an Antique Store there, and I thought it looked really nice.

Historical marker in Jackson, LA.  Tim loves historical markers and reads every one he can find, as Matt pointed out to us (as if Mark and I didn't already know that!).

Historical marker in Jackson, LA. Tim loves historical markers and reads every one he can find, as Matt pointed out to us (as if Mark and I didn’t already know that!).

Volunteer firehouse in Jackson, LA

Volunteer firehouse in Jackson, LA

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Louisiana Scenic Byways Road Sign along LA 10.  We saw about a dozen of these signs today, which were usually accompanied by the sign in the next photo.

Louisiana Scenic Byways Road Sign along LA 10. We saw about a dozen of these signs today, which were usually accompanied by the sign in the next photo.

Zackary Taylor Parkway sign along LA 10.  During the ride Matt asked if any of us knew Zachary Taylor's nickname.  I looked it up on Wikipedia and it is "Old Rough and Ready."  Taylor was the last U.S. President to own slaves.  Does anyone know why LA 10 is also named Zachary Taylor Parkway?

Zackary Taylor Parkway sign along LA 10. During the ride Matt asked if any of us knew Zachary Taylor’s nickname. I looked it up on Wikipedia and it is “Old Rough and Ready.” Taylor was the last U.S. President to own slaves. Does anyone know why LA 10 is also named Zachary Taylor Parkway?

Clean laundry on Beth's bed at our Holiday Inn Express in Amite City, LA

Clean laundry on Beth’s bed at our Holiday Inn Express in Amite City, LA.

Mark and Bike Store Owner Mike discuss tomorrow's route to Poplarville, MS

Mark and Bike Store Owner Mike discuss tomorrow’s route to Poplarville, MS

Tomorrow we ride to Poplarville, MS, so tonight is our last night in Louisiana.  After taking 19 days to get across Texas, it’s hard to believe we have biked through Louisiana so quickly!  But Louisiana has been nice to us also and let’s hope tomorrow’s ride goes well for all of us again!

A neat town we rode through on LA 10 which is called a LOUISIANA SCENIC BYWAY.

A neat town we rode through on LA 10 which is called a LOUISIANA SCENIC BYWAY.

Brian and I drove to this bike store in Hammond. Great store and Mike, the owner is a wiz. He replaced the spoke, trued the wheel and installed a new tire in no time at all.

Brian and I drove to this bike store in Hammond. Great store and Mike, the owner is a wiz. He replaced the spoke, trued the wheel and installed a new tire in no time at all.

A view of the traffic on today's route.

A view of the traffic on today’s route.

Everything looks like it is at flood stage as it has rained non stop for a few weeks. The locals say the mosquitos will be bad this year.

Everything looks like it is at flood stage as it has rained non stop for a few weeks. The locals say the mosquitos will be bad this year.

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image imageYesterday was a rest day and Tim and I drove to a bike store in Baton Rouge to replace worn out and flat tires and tubes. We didn’t see much of the city and what we did observe kind of reminded me of Camden, NJ but my impression is based on a brief visit on a cloudy, dreary day in a bad part of the city.

The place had quite an inventory of tires and tubes in all sizes but not much else. No clothing or warm rain gear. Helpful staff, though

Tim’s son, Matthew has joined the ride. He flew into Baton Rouge last night after a long day of travel. It was great having another rider. He has passed his audition and has graduated to full membership in the Brothers Bike Ride club. Actually, he led a pace line of the four of us most of the day and we averaged about 5 mph over what we usually ride. I loved the fast pace and we got to Amite before 3 pm, right before the skies opened up and dumped buckets of rain. Tim actually let me pick the route for today’s ride. He kept trying to change the course all day long but Matt and I stuck to the original planned roads (straight on Rt. 10 E for 56 miles and then 7 miles on 51 S ). I kept telling him that the diagonal road he thought was better had dogs lurking everywhere so we stayed on Rt. 10. The only mechanical mishap was a broken spoke on Brian’s back wheel. Matt wrapped it around another spoke and taped them together and we were able to continue riding. We distracted ourselves by trying to sing old rock n’ roll classics from the 60’s and it helped. Brian and I had to carry the tunes. Tim and Matt don’t sing so good.

Hello all, Matt here, long time reader, first time blogger. As you may have picked up from the other recent posts, I’m joining my dad, Mark and Brian for the second half of this leg. I flew into Baton Rouge last night after a day of airport delays, landed in intense fog, and was surprised to deplane into a brand new terminal (seriously, the fresh paint was literally still drying). It was close to 8pm and I still had to assemble my bike when we got back to the B&B, so I hustled down to baggage claim to see my bike case coming out third in line.  And it was intact.  Wow! Greatest airport experience ever.  And thanks TSA, I guess my distrust was totally misplaced – sorry…for now.  My dad picked me up and we drove back through the fog to the B&B.

Mark was still up, and my dad serenaded us with some of his famous reading out loud while I put my bike together in the living room of our small cottage. After that we set out our gear for today and turned in for the night. I was sharing a room with my dad and Mark had a room on the other side of the living room. After a few fitful hours of being serenaded by “chainsaw Tim’s” (yes, that’s his new nickname, feel free to use it) snoring, I gave up and slept on the couch. Oh well. Our 3 kids at home don’t let us sleep either, so it was par for the course. TRuth be told, he’s actually snoring right now napping in his bed!

After a quick breakfast, we met up with Beth and Brian, and headed out through the awesome trees draped in Spanish moss and out onto the highway. The first things that I noticed were the almost tropical smell in the air, and the amazing noise from the frogs.  They didn’t croak like the frogs we hear in our area, but almost chirp like birds – lots and lots of them at once. It was actually really cool! I was hoping to see a gator or snake but had to settle for the sound of frogs and beer cans instead. Brian wasn’t kidding when he said there were Bud Light cans everywhere. There was one every 100 yards in places and shockingly no any other brands were well represented. Mark and Brian counted the cans for a while but then decided to sing songs instead. Oh my. Music must not be in my genes, and that was confirmed when my dad’s decided that it was his turn to sing.  whatever it was that he launched into left nothing but quizzical looks on Mark and Brian’s faces.  They actually accused him of making it up.

Anyway, the riding today was great. The roads went through pretty varied terrain with the one constant being the watery ditches on either side the entire way. I don’t know if they are usually dry, but yesterday’s rain had filled them up and it spots we seemed to be riding on a causeway between streams. I’ve never been to this part of the country, so I enjoyed seeing the swamps (even without gators) and was impressed by the courtesy of the drivers (we’ll get to the exception to that later). I’m used to the east coast drivers in their constant rush and the number of drivers that waited for a safe area to pass and then went as far into the other lane as possible was refreshing!

We stopped about every ten miles for a snack, and only saw one set of historical markers, so we made good time through today’s 65 or 70 mile ride. At every stop my dad tried to convince us to take some dog-infested shortcut, but we soldiered on and weren’t legitimately chased a single time today. Only a couple of dogs showed any spunk and none of them actually came after us. Rain was a constant threat, but we only got drizzled on a couple of times. We had an annoying headwind for the last 7 or 8 miles, but the weather otherwise was very cooperative. In fact, just as we were checking in, it started pouring outside, so the luck of the Irish paid off in spades today! The only noteworthy exception to the courteous drivers was the numbskull that passed us and immediately turned right in front of me to get to Wal-Mart. Luckily, I saw her turn signal (it was right next to me as she started to turn) and put on my brakes in anticipation of her idiocy. Crisis averted!

here are a few pics from today:

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The Spanish moss at the B & B.

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I think my dad was letting go of some swamp gas here.

 

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Louisiana scenery. Rolling hills. Ditch of water. Logging trucks. And three brothers having a great time together. Note the Share the Road with bicycles sign. And thanks Louisiana drivers for doing so!

 

 

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Partial selfie!

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The pouring rain that just missed us and will hopefully be gone by morning.

Day 4 was a Saturday. I hadn’t slept well because my room was opposite a Wal-Mart, and the bright lights from its parking lot filtered in through a crack in the blackout curtains of my room. I woke up early from a dream in which David Letterman had invited me to see a taping of his show. We were in a restaurant with a red and white checkered table cloth. He said he’d get me a good discount on the tickets. There was more to it, but it was mostly about my imagined sense of 1980s New York at night. The dream felt kind of like this:

I can hear Tim saying, “What the hell was that?” Or maybe “what the f*@% was that,” but that’s tomorrow’s entry.

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A truck pulls in for an early-morning delivery

Anyway, Wal-Mart. I have very mixed feelings about Wal-Mart. In each new town, it’s always a relief to find one because I know our basic needs will be met. Bananas, bandanas, band-aids, beer, things that don’t start with B: we have bought all of these in Wal-Marts throughout the south. And as I’ve mentioned before, there is a definite comfort imbued by well-known brands when you’re in a foreign city. In fact, the bikers are taking a somewhat unusual route this leg because I’m wary of staying in non-chain motels.

But… oh, you can guess the rest of my snobby, liberal, city-dweller feelings. Blah blah homogenization loss of character minimum wage red states poverty disenfranchisement infrastructure education opportunities. Hillary ’16.

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Another cold one! Mark does not look happy about it.

The guys headed out on another long, unpleasant ride. I worked for a couple hours in the Best Western, then started for Ville Platte.

I was expecting it to be the Louisiana equivalent of Brawley. (I’m linking to some greatest hits here, Steve.) But it actually wasn’t so bad. Right before I got to the next Best Western I saw this place:

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The logo uses Cooper Black, a font not seen in the wild very often these days

My thought, obviously, was, “I have to see what this is.” My theory was that it was a Wal-Mart competitor and that I’d be able to pick up some snacks.

But Dirt Cheap is actually more like a Goodwill, without the good will, and without any standards at all.

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A tantalizing display of things that are 60% off

So, just imagine aisles and aisles that look like this, each with its own uniquely random crap. Here’s another example:

Perhaps you would like some old toothpaste or a bra

Perhaps you would like old toothpaste, some plastic bottles, a bra, or some other stuff

While it does not seem to have a Wikipedia entry, here is some background from the About page of its website:

The first Dirt Cheap store opened in 1998, in Petal, Mississippi, and has since grown into 57 stores and counting. Today, Dirt Cheap is a standalone company purchasing its own merchandise and exhibiting its own unique selling strategies.

Indeed!

I felt a little bad taking pictures and tried not to be too obvious. People were actually shopping in here, though the aisles of miscellany were generally empty of anyone. Most shoppers focused on the racks of clothing, which were arranged in a somewhat more civilized manner.

I left soon after getting the general idea, the refrain of AC/DC’s “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap” cycling through my head — actually I was saying it out loud over and over under my breath — and went to, yes, Wal-Mart for the snacks I’d set my sights on.

Then, because it was still a little before check-in time, I headed to the state’s pride and joy, Popeyes® Louisiana Chicken. There were kissing cop cars in the lot, and I immediately got nervous, because Silvester’s registration, like my many bottles of seltzer, expired long ago — in fact more than a year ago. (You gotta feel for Silvester; he hasn’t been given the love he deserves.) Starting in Arizona, with a few exceptions, we’ve been traveling through essentially lawless lands. But in Louisiana, the landscape shifted. There are cops. And I have no idea what will happen if I get pulled over in a rental car with expired tags. Maybe I’ll find out tomorrow!

So I pulled into a spot out of sight for the police cars, providing I left before they did, because I was right next to the only exit. I hurried in and placed my order.

Wouldn’t you have been less obvious if you’d gone through the drive-thru?
Sort of! I would have had to drive right past the cop cars in order to get in line. Like I would have been two feet away from them.

But the whole process would have been faster.
That’s true.

Did you really think the cops were in their cars and not inside, enjoying a leisurely meal of Popeyes unpossessive chicken?
Yes. I mean, I couldn’t tell!

Did you park at a weird angle that made it look like the driver of the minivan was a nervous person and/or scofflaw?
Yes.

There was no one in line, so my three-piece chicken tender meal was put together instantly. I decided to eat it in the car so that if the cops spotted Silvester’s tags I’d be there, ready to cooperate and play dumb. On my way outside, I saw two policemen in a booth in a relaxed posture, laughing over their chicken and ice teas. I had nothing to worry about, probably. But I decided it was too late to turn back.

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I took another photo with the sauce in the proper orientation, but my phone didn’t save it so you get this

I set the box awkwardly on my lap and dug in. I consider myself a chicken tender expert due to vast baseball park experience, and these were not nearly as good as I’d hoped. But the fries were great, and, spoiler alert, held up well in the fridge overnight, which fries never do. I don’t know if that means they aren’t real fries or real food or what and I don’t care. I did not eat the biscuit because I’m trying not to over-calorize.

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This was my view as I ate lunch and has inspired Day 4’s band name: Bunkie 22. Bunkie 22 would be an annoying ’90s band in the vein of 311 or Blink-182.

The pinky orange “Sweet Heat” sauce got all over my bleached chambray shirt, and in my nervousness I’d neglected to take napkins, and in my vainness I’d neglected to take photos. I just let it set on in to the fabric, telling myself I’d be able to deal with it soon when I got to the hotel. This was difficult for me. Five minutes later I pulled in to our next Best Western, covered the seven or so splotches with my sweater, and checked in. Once in the room, I immediately changed into a t-shirt (because it was like 65 degrees, a temperature my skin thought it might never feel again). Bar soap took the stains right out.

The Best Western in Ville Platte seemed like it might have been furnished by Dirt Cheap, but it wasn’t all that bad, except for an overly strong smell of commercial grade soap. I’m more sensitive to smell than I thought; it really has the power to disrupt my experience of a place. And later the new manager kept asking me if everything was okay, and I kind of wanted to give him all my notes, i.e., you need to get all new furniture and linens and you need get this weird smell out, but I mostly wanted him to stop asking, so I just said yes over and over and smiled falsely and agreed to write a positive review on TripAdvisor which I can’t in good faith write.

Dad and Tim went to church late and were back about half an hour later. We walked across the parking lot to El Charro for dinner. It was decent! I had steak tacos.

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This place made some effort with their decor and I appreciated it.

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Our lonely Best Western. By morning the parking lot was almost full. I am pleased with this photo.

Back in my room, Dad and Mark blogged while I helped Tim map out the route for the next day. Tim asked if we could turn on the Weather Channel and the TV was tuned to AMC, and AMC was playing Jaws, so we watched that. Then the guys went to bed and Jaws 2 came on and boy, it’s not very good.

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Best Western hallway in the Kubrick style

Hotel Art of the Day

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“Modern” “abstract art”
24″x18″
Best Western, DeRidder, LA

Hotel Art Score

4/10. I don’t know. The best thing I can say about it, to tie things back to the ’80s, is that those raised boxes remind me very slightly of the abstract shapes in some music videos from my childhood. But it’s not bringing anything to the table as art, and it didn’t have anything to do with the room’s bland decor, so looking at it just made me feel cranky. But it’s not completely terrible. I just don’t like it.

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2/10. I just don’t like it.

At breakfast at our Best Western in Ville Platte, we all discussed the fact that we all had crazy dreams on Saturday night – maybe that was an omen we should have paid more attention to at the time.  I was able to remember 2 of my crazy dreams.  In one of them, I was a rookie playing for the Phillies and I was being interviewed by Harry Kalas.  I kept making references to Joe Hardy of “The Year the Yankees lost the pennant” fame, except that I was using my own body and not that of a 20-something kid after selling my soul to the devil.  Harry didn’t have any idea what I was talking about.  In my second dream I was teaching at Villanova before the days on Distance Learning and On-line courses, so I was using a blackboard and white and yellow chalk, except that I was giving a lecture on the U.S. Constitution and not the Engineering Math I usually teach – all very strange…..

We got going right around 8 a.m. and it started raining almost immediately and rained for about 20-30 minutes, at which point Tim located some shelter which we decided to use, even though it was early in the ride.  It drizzled off and on, more off than on, for most of the day, but it was nevertheless a very memorable day.  Tim had mapped out a route using roads not on the Adventure Cycling Association maps, because their maps would have had us biking 108 miles, and our route was only supposed to be about 80 miles – it eventually came out to 82 miles, quite a savings!  But after biking over a 4 mile long bridge with no shoulder, we figured out why our route is not the ACA recommended route.  What was most memorable about the ride was the bridge with no shoulder, biking over the Mississippi River (which was really quite awesome!), three flat tires, and Beth’s rescue of Tim, who finally had enough of changing flat tires.

One more memorable item from the day’s ride was all of the things we saw on the roads we biked, which included lots and lots of road kill, lots of discarded Mardi Gras beads from last week’s Fat Tuesday celebrations, and an almost unbelievable number of empty Bud Light beer cans – don’t people from Louisiana drink any other kind of beer?

Ok, enough talk – here are the pictures from the day’s ride.

Tim consults map at 1st rest stop.  We were really just trying to get out of the rain for a few minutes.  Mark put on rain paints (which is why he is bent over) which naturally made the rain stop.  Thanks Mark!

Tim consults map at 1st rest stop. We were really just trying to get out of the rain for a few minutes. Mark put on rain paints (which is why he is bent over) which naturally made the rain stop. Thanks Mark!

View of Interstate 49 near its intersection with LA 190.  Before this trip I never even knew there was an I-49!

View of Interstate 49 near its intersection with LA 190. Before this trip I never even knew there was an I-49!

Wall Mart Distribution Center near I-49 and LA 763. Every single town we have been in on this leg has its very own Wall Mart!

Wall Mart Distribution Center near I-49 and LA 763. Every single town we have been in on this leg has its very own Wall Mart!

Tim and Mark at end of 4 mile long bridge along US 190.  It really seemed like this bridge was never going to end.  Fortunately, since it was a Sunday, the traffic was light and all of the LA drivers were very courteous!

Tim and Mark at end of 4 mile long bridge along US 190. It really seemed like this bridge was never going to end. Fortunately, since it was a Sunday, the traffic was light and all of the LA drivers were very courteous!

Cemetary in New Roads, LA.  I am guessing the water table is high throughout all of southern Louisiana, because even here (as in the Big Easy), all of the burial sites are above ground.

Cemetery in New Roads, LA. I am guessing the water table is high throughout all of southern Louisiana, because even here (as in the Big Easy), all of the burial sites are above ground.

Tim inspects tire for one of our numerous flats.  We had a total of 3 flats on Sunday's ride.

Tim inspects tire for one of our numerous flats. We had a total of 3 flats on Sunday’s ride.

Approach to bridge over the Mississippi River along LA 10.  This bridge was built in 2010 - before that everyone, bikers and drivers, had to take a ferry into St. Francisville, LA.

Approach to bridge over the Mississippi River along LA 10. This bridge was built in 2010 – before that everyone, bikers and drivers, had to take a ferry into St. Francisville, LA.

 

Mark and Brian and Mississippi River.  I know everyone else has posted this picture, but it's a good one, so I want to post it too!

Mark and Brian and Mississippi River. I know everyone else has posted this picture, but it’s a good one, so I want to post it too!

The "big muddy" at the top of the bridge overlooking the Mississippi River on LA 10.  It is really wide here and incredibly muddy!

The “big muddy” at the top of the bridge overlooking the Mississippi River on LA 10. It is really wide here and incredibly muddy!

Another flat - this one on LA 61.  One of the things about riding on wet roads is that your tires hold onto sharp things they would normally push aside - hence you're prone to getting way more flats than you normally would riding on dry roads.

Another flat – this one on LA 61. One of the things about riding on wet roads is that your tires hold onto sharp things they would normally push aside – hence you’re prone to getting way more flats than you normally would riding on dry roads.

Photo of Live Oaks with their Spanish Moss on grounds of Butler Greenwood Plantation B&B.  Sorry it's a bit blurry ....

Photo of Live Oaks with their Spanish Moss on grounds of Butler Greenwood Plantation B&B. Sorry it’s a bit blurry ….

Mark and Tim relaxing after we made it to the Butler Greenwood Plantation B&B.  This place has been in the Butler family for about 8 generations, since the 1790's!

Mark and Tim relaxing after we made it to the Butler Greenwood Plantation B&B. This place has been in the Butler family for about 8 generations, since the 1790’s!

Tim reads from Conquering the Borderlands at Tim and Mark's lodgings at B-G B&B

Tim reads from Conquering the Borderlands at Tim and Mark’s lodgings at B-G B&B.  Those are Mark’s size 14 sneakers on the far right of the photo.

We finally made it to our lodging quarters right around 5 p.m., about one hour after we should have made it.  Monday was an off “rest” day, which I used to catch up on work, and I did have a productive, though not very restful, day.  It turned out to be a really good thing that we didn’t ride today because it rained “cats and dogs” all day long! Matt (Tim’s oldest son) flew into to Baton Rouge and Tim picked him up around 8 p.m. and Matt will be riding with us the rest of this week.  Tomorrow we ride about 75 miles or so to Amite City, LA.  Hopefully the weather will cooperate and it won’t rain.

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Ducking under an awning 15 minutes into the downpour.

It was with a good deal of trepidation that I began riding today. It was cold and raining and we had lots of miles again today. The Adventure Cycling maps route from Ville Platte to St. Francisville is over 100 miles. Tim (the mapman) found a different, more direct route using Rt. 190 East. Brian and I always defer to Tim when it comes to directions. Well, there is a reason why you should not use 190 unless you are riding on a Sunday with light traffic. It’s called the Atchafalaya River Wildlife Refuge and it was 4 lanes of high speed hell with no shoulder for 5 miles.

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It was completely unexpected and like dummies we just got into it and there was no turning around so we blasted on through. I tried to keep the three of us together as I was leading but Brian fell behind and Tim wasn’t waiting around for stragglers. I kept hogging the whole right lane so trucks would move over and they did. Brian kept falling further and further back so finally I gave up and just like Maverick in “Top Gun”, I left my wing man behind. It was the noise that distracted us the most because there are metal expansion joints every 100 feet. Cars on both sides of the road hit one every 10 seconds and provided a constant banging in our ears. It was scary noisy. When we reached the end, there were lots of smiles and high fives and stained shorts to go around. Tim and I were incredulous to hear that Brian actually stopped to fix his saddle bag in the middle of the bridge. He’s nuckin futz!!

I didn’t realize that we would be crossing over the might Mississippi River on the ride today. Wow. What a milestone. We saw some other cool stuff, too. We saw a River Otter that must have been hit by a car. They are like dolphins. You hate to see them harmed.

I think those flooded fields are actually crawfish ponds and not rice paddys. There are Mardi Gras beads littered everywhere. Lots of cattle ranches and farms but no dogs bothered us today. Water and swamps and bayous abound with bald cypress trees standing in the water. They say there are many snakes here but they will leave you alone if you don’t bother them. Well “duh”. However, it is pouring rain as a write this and there isn’t much dry ground. I remember an episode of “Naked and Afraid” (a brutal survival show where people are dumped in jungles or deserts or deserted islands without clothing or tools and left alone for 21 days) in a Louisiana bayou and all the snakes went to dry ground whenever it rained. We need to watch where we walk today. What about the alligators?

Other than the Atchalafalaya Refuge, the ride was great, with lightly traveled roads or roads with decent shoulders. There is a huge Walmart distribution center and even on Sunday, Walmart trucks come and go. Churches are everywhere; Catholic, Baptist, Pentecostal and all other Christian types in all sorts of old and new buildings; store fronts, stand alone metal sheds, old wooden buildings and the occasional standard brick building with steeples.

We eventually turned onto Rt. 1 along The False River and rejoined the Adventure Cycling route near New Roads. Unfortunately, when the roads surface is wet, bicycle tires get sticky and it’s hard to see debris. I got one flat right before the Mississippi and Tim got two flats right after the big Bridge. Bad way to end an otherwise good day of riding. We are staying in a B&B called The Butler -Greenwood Plantation, built in 1796 and is still occupied by the descendants of the original owners. The house has a formal Victorian parlor but isn’t open for tours anymore. Huge oak trees draped with Spainish moss and formal gardens from the 1840’s make this one of the few remaining Antebellum gardens in the state. St. Francisville is one of the oldest towns in Louisiana. It was established near the site of a monastery built in 1785 on land granted to monks by the King of Spain. This part of Louisiana was not granted to the U.S. in the Louisiana Purchase. It was part of Florida still ruled by Spain. In 1810 planters attacked and captured the Spainish fort in Baton Rouge and 74 days later American troops arrived and declared West Florida and St. Francisville part of the original Louisiana Purchase.

Today is a rest day for us and thank goodness as it is pouring rain. We completed another map section and tomorrow we will begin Map 6 on the Adventure Cycling Southern Tier ( there are 7 maps in all). We will do some bicycle maintenance and get ready to reach Mobile in another 4 days. I will also be making a “Name that Tune” playlist to test Beth’s classic rock knowledge. God Bless Spotify!

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Oil derricks are in this state, too.

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Worst rest stop in the world. But good privacy for when nature calls.

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It always seems like we ride next to railroad tracks. It’s been like that since Arizona and Texas.

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The end of the bridge across the Western edge of the Atchafalaya Refuge. This was one long stretch without any road kill. Animals would have a hard time climbing onto the concrete surface and we certainly didn’t wish to join that club!

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The Route 10 bridge over the Mississippi.

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Top of the bridge over The Big Muddy.

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The Butler-Greenwood Plantation main house. Tim and I are in a small 2 bedroom cottage with a full kitchen and Beth and Brian are in a pool house with an upstairs bedroom and a downstairs bedroom/living room. The pool is nice but the water is unheated but with all this rain it’s gonna feel like we are swimming anyway.

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Must be an entrance to some of the formal gardens. I don’t want to bother any snakes so there will be very little exploring today.

I’m writing this blog the morning after, thankful today is a rest day. First of all it is pouring rain and I mean pouring. It started raining for real just as we arrived at Butler Greenwood Plantation and seems to be getting worse as the hours tick by, There is a huge puddle at the bottom step of the cottage Mark and I are sharing. It must be 10 ft in diameter. We are supposed to go sight seeing in Baton Rouge but not if it keeps raining like this.

We do need to go into Baton Rouge (about 25 miles from here) to get some bike supplies and pick up Matt at the airport. My dumb Irish luck of NO FLATS on L1 thru L4 ran out big time. I had two flats yesterday and since the second one was only two and a half miles from our B&B, I surrendered and called Beth to come get me. Sometimes it’s better to know when to call it a day. So today I need to buy a new tire and a supply of tubes. I’ve had three flats so far (I only carry two spares) and needed to borrow a spare from Brian. Fortunately his tire is the same size as mine and he hasn’t had any flats yet on this leg. Don’t worry Brian I didn’t jinx you. I knocked on wood; Mark will cofirm it.

Besides the flats, yesterday was pretty good. We dodged the rain for the most part. We got in a good groove-our legs are holding up just fine. My butt is sore but today’s rest day should help that. It finally warmed up. No one was cold and we rode in shorts all day with only two layers on our torsos.
There was one scary part that we had no idea was coming.

We probably should have guessed we were in for a surprize when we had a hard time plotting our route for the ride from Ville Platte to St. Francisville. We had to cross the Atchifalaya (don’t ask me how to pronounce it) River and there are only two bridges, which are 40 miles apart. The Adventure cycling maps take you on the northern bridge but it was out of the way and would have added 40 miles to an already long day. So we headed south and used LA 190 as our route which is a 4 lane highway.

It’s a busy road with a crappy shoulder but it was saving us 40 miles. There were some long bridges over swamps, most of which had shoulders. We crossed a steep bridge over the river and I had to use my granny gear for the only time this leg and then came up to another bridge over a swamp. Yes there was no shoulder and it was 5 miles long. It reminded me of the old causeway into Ocean City with bulky concrete railings on both sides of the road with the white line right up against the concrete railing. Freaking scary is all I’m going to say about that other than I let out a big sigh when I finally saw the end approaching.

Did we stick together? Hell no, I took off like a bat out of hell. Brian brought up the rear and I mean rear. When Mark and I asked what took him so long, he told us he stopped at one point to adjust his handle bar bag. Are you kidding me? That was way scarier than the tunnel back on L2.

Well sorry for the long post. As I said it’s pouring rain and there isn’t much else to do. I bet everyone else’s posts will be long too. I got a great picture of Mark and Brian at the top of the bridge over the Mississippi which I will (hopefully) get Beth to include in this post. It’s still raining. Time to check out my bike.

I’m a day behind. We apologize for any inconvenience.

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Lumberton, Texas, a little after sunrise

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At the start of another cold day

I worked for about five hours on Friday but didn’t finish the thing I’d really wanted to finish, so I left the hotel in a BAD MOOD.

On my way out of town I had to make a hairy left turn onto a busy street. After waiting a while I finally saw an opening and started creeping into the lane of oncoming traffic; I just needed the traffic on my right to pass, and in seconds it would. But suddenly a car coming from the right turned left onto my street, taking my turning window. Meanwhile, a semi truck was bearing down on me from my left, and I didn’t have time to accelerate quickly enough to clear it. So I backed up to avoid death. But it was scary and did not improve my mood!

The drive was neither here nor there for me; it was too crowded to achieve the sense of oneness with the world I’ve found on previous trips, and I was pretty distracted thinking about work. I contemplated moving to my parents’ shore house for the next six weeks so that I would be forced to work all the time and wouldn’t have to engage with the things and people I care about. And somehow having and then discarding that thought freed me. Also Spotify (or God) kept playing jazz as if it knew my brain needed to break out of its overly trodden stress grooves.

I’ve been listening to a mix Andy made from Tom Moon’s 1000 Recordings To Hear Before You Die on shuffle on drives going back to L3, I think. It’s incredibly diverse and about 93% awesome. (If you want in, let me know and I’ll share it with you.) After listening to it semi-regularly for more than two years, I still encounter tracks I’ve never heard before. But whenever you’re with people and try to turn them on to it, it plays stuff that makes you look weird for liking it. There should be a term for that phenomenon, as well as for the phenomenon of your computer slowing way down whenever you want to show someone something on it.

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I happened to catch the guys right at the border

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Dad is enjoying his fruitcake

Let’s pause for a moment to marvel at the great state of Texas. We crossed into El Paso on the last day of L2 and spent the next two legs exclusively in Texas. It is pretty much its own country, and like most countries its people and culture are varied. Despite spending 19 days in it, we barely brushed its expanse.

It was a short drive to DeRidder after crossing the Louisiana border, and I pulled into the parking lot of the first grocery store I saw to replenish our beer supply. A clerk saw me wandering around like a clueless dope and asked if she could help. I said I was looking for six-packs and she told me they weren’t in this building but in the brown one just outside. Okay.

But first I decided to buy some seltzer, because I had found good, unexpired seltzer in nice glass bottles. All previous bottles I’ve had on this trip have gone flat after one sip, and I realized it was because they were all expired. (My bottle from Day 2 expired in November 2013.) Anyway, the checkout girl at Brookshire’s was frazzled and gave me change of $11 instead of $16, and it was kind of an ordeal to get that $5, but not one worth describing. And yet I’ve spent three sentences almost describing it, so why stop now? But I am.

The brown building was a tobacco and liquor store. There were maybe eight kinds of beer available. That is not a lot of kinds. It seems that in Louisiana liquor laws are determined by municipalities rather than by the state. In New Orleans, for instance, you can drink pretty openly wherever you go, but in this part of the state they seem really uptight about it. Anyway, I picked up a sixer of Fat Tire Amber Ale.

When I saw Wal-Mart next to our Best Western, though, I stopped in, thinking they might have beer with hops, and thinking also that somehow Wal-Mart would have found a way around the separate tobacco/liquor store requirement. Yes and yes. I stood for a while in the busy self-checkout line only to learn after trying to scan my beer that you can’t self-check alcohol.

The guys arrived at our Best Western around 5 p.m. again, totally beat by another long, cold day. I asked Mark what the best part of the day and the worst part of the day were. “This is the best part,” he said. “Everything else was the worst part. Today sucked.”

Dad wanted pizza for dinner, so we ordered from Domino’s and blogged quietly in my room while we waited. The pizza arrived and tasted good. Tim read to us from Crossing the Borderlands. It was a nice night.

After dinner Dad and I walked over to Wal-Mart for more mini wine bottles. We stood in the line of a young lady, and she told us in a very teenager-y way that she couldn’t check us out but would call someone over. She called us “you fantastic people” twice and pronounced receipt “reh-seh-pit” on purpose. She looked mildly like perpetual teenager Kristen Stewart and had a streak of green in her hair.

In conclusion, I learned a lot about how to purchase alcohol in this part of Louisiana.

Just before bed I watched some of Burlesque (2010) on Bravo (starring Cher, Christina Aguilera, Kristen Bell, Stanley Tucci, and Alan Cumming). It was strange and I don’t recommend it. The director of photography would try to enliven scenes by using fog or unusual saturation when it had nothing to do with the action, and it just made the production look cheap. Also Christina can’t really act. But she sure can sing! And she has big boobs.

Hotel Art of the Day

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Scribbled circle on colored squares
Digital, 20″x20″
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6/10. When I first saw this and its companion, which is similar but has squares of different colors and a scribble that resembles a scary face, I thought, “Oh, brother.”

But then it grew on me. Maybe it was because everything else about the room was so inviting, but I ended up feeling warmly toward it. I am able to see it as a statement about the potential for harmonious co-existence of chaos and order.

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3/10. I think that I’m imposing that meaning on it and it’s actually just some cynical hotel art meant to tie in the room colors but add some visual panache. But I’ve thought more about this than usual.

Our first full day in Louisiana started out cold and warmed up nicely by afternoon. We covered 78 miles and finished a little before 4pm. Brian and I went to 4pm mass at Sacred Heart. We saw lots of rice paddies, smoke from fields being set on fire, wide load trailers on flat bed trucks and farm equipment that took up the whole road.

The extra wide trailers forced us off the road onto the grass at one point and the farm equipment had to pull off the road to let us by. The smoke from the deliberately set fires covered the road which caused Mark to start whistling “Smoke gets in your eyes” by the Platters. That tune stuck in my head for about 30 miles. Thanks a lot Mark.

Dogs were not an issue today. Brian got chased by one dog who didn’t bother with Mark and I. The wind was sometimes a challenge, depending on the direction we were heading and whether we were in the middle of rice paddies and totally exposed. All in all a good day.

Tomorrow may be a different story. 80% chance of rain starting in the middle of the night and lasting throughout the day and into the next. Stay tuned to tomorrow’s blog. This would be a first for us if we have rain all day.

Tim pumping up an inflated tire.

Tim pumping up an inflated tire.

A flooded rice paddy.

A flooded rice paddy.

Break time. No place to get inside to warm up today.

Break time. No place to get inside to warm up today.

The mornings are the worst. I didn’t sign up to ride with frozen water bottles, toes and fingers. My face looks like I wash it with beet juice. But we keep slugging away and we will make it. Oh, did I tell you that it won’t be in the 30’s when we start tomorrow ? Overnight low temp is 50! It will be raining all day but heck you can’t have everything. I just got my rain gear out of my bike case from Silverster so I’m ready. Speaking of Silverster, I saw a red minivan on a shoulder of the road ahead while riding today and I thought Beth was waiting with hot chocolate for us but then I remembered that last year’s car was red. All the years rides are coming together. The riding, the cars and the hotels are one big Deja Vue.

Today was 50 shades of grey. The sun came out for about five minutes. It was cold until the last hour. I’m not having as much fun as any other Leg. So spank me.

We saw flooded rice fields and cows and squashed turtles. And egrets and herons and pine trees and logging trucks.  Only one dog chased us. The dogs in Louisianna are either chained or fenced or too tired to bother with bicycle tourist. Tim had half a flat because he just likes to stop and pump up his tire for something to add to the fun. If he does it again, I’m gonna spank him!

So here today’s pictures. They ain’t much different from the other days.