Report from Mardi Gras
Today is Tuesday the 24th and I just got back from my first Mardi Gras
experience.
Mardi Gras was absolutely everything that it was suppose to be: funny,
freaky, goofy and wild. The streets of the French Quarter are crammed with
people in every kind of wild costumes imaginable. The mood was very
festive and everybody seemed to be having a good time: I know that I did.
A special thank you goes out to Tim Rice for picking me up, showing me
around, letting me stay at his beautiful home and taking me into New
Orleans for Mardi Gras: it was an experience that I will never forget.
I had some incredibly beautiful days of riding through the back roads of
Louisiana on mostly deserted roads. Tomorrow Tim will take me to the bike
shop in the morning to get my bike worked on and then drop me off back on
my route. Tomorrow afternoon I should be in Mississippi and a few short
days after that I will begin to ride across the panhandle of Florida to
the Atlantic. I have approximately 850 miles to go to reach the Atlantic
ocean. I have decide to fly home since a one way ticket costs only $84.
I can’t wait to get started again! Thanks to everybody for their comments.
I have a feeling that when I’ve replied, for some reason, the replies
aren’t being sent. I hope that all is well with everybody: I should be
home soon!
Leaving Navasota
When I left Navasota, TX (not Lavasota, like I wrote before: what a dork)
the skies were threatening to open up. But, my luck held again and the
thunder, lightning and rain held off until I was settled in a campground.
This has happened to me several times: I have been so lucky!
The days and miles keep going by in a blur.
The mental part is the most difficult obstacle to overcome. Sometimes I
just don’t feel like riding a bike. But, after a few miles I settle into a
comfortable pace and somehow I keep managing to put in some good days of
riding.
I rode along, for a few minutes, with a group of riders from the Woodland
Cycling Club, I spent the night at my long lost cousin’s house in
Louisiana, I ate gumbo and I met a cycling couple who were headed the
other way and I will be expecting them to stop at my house when they get
into my neck of the woods.
In the next couple of days I will cross the Mississippi, ride by the
infamous Angola Prison and get into New Orleans in time for Mardi Gras.
The road from here is mostly flat and the countryside is beautiful.
I am getting closer and closer each day.