Saturday, March 28, 2015

I wasn't able to get on the internet yesterday, so I will write about both days.  I am now in farm country.  The route for the most part is very rural, with little traffic.  I have the usual number of dogs chasing me every day, farmers out fixing fence, cattle roaming around ( longhorn and other), and crops growing in the fields. For the most part I can't tell what is growing.  But it is green.   There are a lot of flowers - bluebonnets?, Indian Paintbrush, two different purple flowers, and the like.  It is spring.  I went to a grocery store yesterday and they were selling all of the gardening stuff that we would be buying in Casper in May. People were filling out their gardens.

Last night I stayed in Buescher state park.  It was a beautiful campground.  Lots of trees, and the part where I was camping was a tent only place.  Right next to a lake.  Not many people to start with.  The birds were signing their hearts out.  Truly a symphony.  Then around 7 pm a whole load of cars came into the camp.  A boy scout troup.  Seems like there were 50, but probably only about 20 boy scouts, with at least 12 adults herding them along.  The kids were excited and polite, so I can't complain too much.  Then this morning even before the sun came up another group started to gather.  Turns out there was a fund raiser bike ride. Lots and lots of bikers started showing up for that.  

Still it was a good place to stay.

Today the ride continued to be rural, with the farmland melding into more and more forest.  About half way through the ride, the route took on more traffic and we were in farm country again. I am staying in Round Top Texas ( population 78), but wow are there a lot of people here.  Turns out I am here during antique week.  There are two towns close to each other that participate.  Both were packed to the gills. Staying at an RV park and gallery ( yes, art gallery).  The gallery is pretty high end, really well done, and the people who run it are incredibly nice.  Camping in the back under some trees.  About 5 miles from where I was headed, the traffic came to a standstill.  It was bumper to bumper five miles into Round Top.  Usually the cars pass me by while I ride on the shoulder.  This time I got to ride right by them, passing them as I rode on the shoulder. 

By my calculation, I am about half way to my destination in Florida.  Maybe even more.  Close to 1500 milesgone by. Feeling good.  Good weather.  Good riding.  Til later