tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65905789025505198172024-03-05T05:01:09.462-08:00Marge Galloway RidesMarge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-29352952484454539912011-06-12T20:44:00.001-07:002011-06-12T20:44:50.509-07:00Reflections after the Ride> <br>> Reflections on A Ride<br>> <br>> "Whatever direction a relationship is headed, riding across the country together will accelerate the movement in that direction," said Hob and Deb, a couple we met who were doing just that. After having spent 56 days riding my bicycle across the country, I agree. Whatever direction my relationship with my friends was going, my relationship with my body was going, my relationship with God was going, the bike trip accelerated the movement. The ride was a metaphor for life.<br>> <br>> Friendships thrive on cheerfulness. Of course, almost anyone can be cheerful when everything is going her way. Maintaining cheerfulness through a flat tire, a detour on the route, or headwinds on chip seal makes a good riding companion. Patience, kindness, and self-control abounded among our companions. Friendship was a huge part of my ride. Eighteen of us lived in community. For the most part, we did what was good for the group; we looked out for the needs of others. We lived simply. I had few possessions with me but more than I needed. The reward of deepening friendships was the payoff. Unlike most of the members of our group, I had never dreamed of doing this ride until my dear friend Katherine asked me. She believed that I could do it, so I believed, too. Her enthusiasm and support sustained me through a year of training and two months of riding. I could not and would not have done it without her. Her energy, her helpfulness to me and others, and her perseverance leave me in awe. She remains my most remarkable friend.<br>> <br>> Nobody has ever called me an athlete. However, for a year, I used my body more intentionally than ever before. "Ride, eat, sleep, repeat," was the way one rider described our lives. I reaped the incredible rewards of breathing deeply all day long as I climbed mountains, rode through deserts and forests, sailed down long hills. The food was wonderful; the excellent diet gave me strength and stamina. Almost every night brought deep, refreshing sleep. Riding, eating, and sleeping all reinforced each other. As long as I kept pedaling it was all doable, so I kept pedaling. I learned not to fret; that steep grade, that tall bridge, that long stretch of construction would soon pass. Whatever was really bad did not last. Whatever was really good did not last, either. The sense of well-being is indescribable.<br>> <br>> In many ways, the whole trip was a pilgrimage. Although I have never experienced a retreat at an abbey, this may have come close. I spent my days in God's world. Katherine and I began each day by sharing our faith with devotions and Bible reading. As I rode, I prayed. I often made little repetitious prayers so say over and over -- my pastor calls them breath prayers. I sang hymns. Although I often started out the day anxious about the challenges that lay ahead, these prayers kept me calm. Being grateful helped a lot. No matter if the weather was bad, the pavement was rough, or dogs were chasing us -- we were grateful for the beauty of the earth, the hospitality of strangers, good health, road angels, friends, and the presence of God. Trust was essential. We could not do this alone. We trusted our riding companions and our guides for help. We trusted thousands of drivers who gave us room to ride. We trusted that God's grace was sufficient for every need. <br>> <br>> So now I am home. What do I want to do about it? I want to continue to live more simply. I want to live a more focused life by finding ways to distinguish what is important from the flood of information that surrounds me. I want to hold onto the attitudes that were nurtured on the road - cultivating friendship, using my body, being grateful in all situations, considering the common good, putting aside fretfulness, deepening trust, and praying without ceasing. My daily prayer is to find ways to encourage others to be more active so that they, too, will experience the benefits of improved health.Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-12127270457457854892011-06-12T13:34:00.000-07:002011-06-12T13:35:36.281-07:00Reflections after the Ride<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRSO-z0TgY14BSI6kLdWP_C7jmTM6WQaS67_-zjaIlxIgMIY2vxq22TYiLKNjaybVETVQhQEzrGP8qYQO75LYptaMg2U9bLlzUCv23pXCouIABLujGgkkRC05V2hdlP9MExgzeLzUd2Qw/s1600/photo-736283.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRSO-z0TgY14BSI6kLdWP_C7jmTM6WQaS67_-zjaIlxIgMIY2vxq22TYiLKNjaybVETVQhQEzrGP8qYQO75LYptaMg2U9bLlzUCv23pXCouIABLujGgkkRC05V2hdlP9MExgzeLzUd2Qw/s320/photo-736283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617434703063497314" /></a></p>Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-8674786977000148242011-04-28T19:23:00.000-07:002011-04-28T19:18:27.506-07:00Day 56 St Augustine, Florida!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-G3szZ43HiIlBdu-DrkjGN6RnCSQxA0OP1F7ex_K8WkCNqBzK9xImSNqdLr7sdD8voXYSrMb23q17GMcwyZTamlzGXWWGZcTsrFUzWFUDlc9TcgRonxTmjEuI1R2Y38lKNAADby-5c0/s1600/image-707510.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-G3szZ43HiIlBdu-DrkjGN6RnCSQxA0OP1F7ex_K8WkCNqBzK9xImSNqdLr7sdD8voXYSrMb23q17GMcwyZTamlzGXWWGZcTsrFUzWFUDlc9TcgRonxTmjEuI1R2Y38lKNAADby-5c0/s320/image-707510.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600824216227777282" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeSF4JEM5r5DAVHkJwwJwxRZVPeD2H-zMexmgPOT2FHPY0U_Fzru0C600a9-YDBOBHlytj-y4Jm2AHctY2EWOqCeVllo79dqZMtt7g0evBI_qnBVJW9VNoqfnbvqnFVZ2HJBRLSzphmFY/s1600/image-708341.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeSF4JEM5r5DAVHkJwwJwxRZVPeD2H-zMexmgPOT2FHPY0U_Fzru0C600a9-YDBOBHlytj-y4Jm2AHctY2EWOqCeVllo79dqZMtt7g0evBI_qnBVJW9VNoqfnbvqnFVZ2HJBRLSzphmFY/s320/image-708341.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600824220963994242" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3pkFfmBFmyEJYUjQVNUgb4l8X-YEhmlcTojqrBhZoYsLTg2AZ3PgRC2qY2urbsiSpON3Bs1xfA3h71Mj2XiI4sryQkks69TMny7AgDN38JFxNefwnPgetOFCgAfYaqGVQG9pQIlIvw20/s1600/image-709653.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3pkFfmBFmyEJYUjQVNUgb4l8X-YEhmlcTojqrBhZoYsLTg2AZ3PgRC2qY2urbsiSpON3Bs1xfA3h71Mj2XiI4sryQkks69TMny7AgDN38JFxNefwnPgetOFCgAfYaqGVQG9pQIlIvw20/s320/image-709653.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600824223921925074" /></a></p>In The End Is The Beginning!<p>We set off at sunrise, about 6:50 am., heading for the fire station at the western end of St Augustine. We had to ride the forty miles and arrive by 10:30. We were so pumped up that most of us arrived an hour early. We had a police escort through town to the beach where our friends and family were waiting. What a moment! What a morning! It defies description. It will be a long time before I stop smiling. It feels like tomorrow will be the first day of my life after the bike ride. We have a banquet this evening just for the riders. Dan and Katherine's husband Jack will fend for themselves. <p>Just for the record, we never experienced a drop of rain and I never had a flat tire. However, I should declare that I caused a flat on Katherine's bike this morning when I was pumping her tires. In a day or two, I will write about the experience as a whole and what it means to me.Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-88847871868866564042011-04-27T19:02:00.000-07:002011-04-27T18:58:06.717-07:00Day 55 High Springs to Palatka, FL<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3SYTO3rMrQUZe2SprpculjCoLvPoeeHfQ5W-aP5ZSsRS_IdDwvP4NJYr1lCR2iIqsJxFQR-zFARoV0r3E77aOGLsq49aM4vMAtVWLkBO0_MtyRfw30Rb3u-oVLQVl9jsnkNJyk_QVUKo/s1600/photo-786721.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3SYTO3rMrQUZe2SprpculjCoLvPoeeHfQ5W-aP5ZSsRS_IdDwvP4NJYr1lCR2iIqsJxFQR-zFARoV0r3E77aOGLsq49aM4vMAtVWLkBO0_MtyRfw30Rb3u-oVLQVl9jsnkNJyk_QVUKo/s320/photo-786721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600447890823303282" /></a></p>I Was Not Overdressed<p>The wisdom of the biking world suggests that if you are not chilly for the first ten minutes of your ride, you are probably overdressed. I made this rookie mistake many times on cold mornings in the desert. We left at 7:00 this morning and I definitely was not chilly. Nor was I overdressed. There was not a thing I could have removed. So I knew what was in store for us.<p>The day began with about forty miles through pleasant country side with lots of pine trees, pastures and fields of new emerging hay. After that, we turned on to a road with lots of construction, shoulders that had been scraped for repaving, heavy traffic, headwinds, high temperatures and high humidity. That was a challenging 25 miles. We rode through Palatka over a high bridge and coasted down to a nice Best Western Motel. We had a very special dinner of beef tenderloin, caramelized onions, salad, and tiramisu. Mmmmm...my expectations for food were very high and have been exceeded every day. A few ladies gave awards to everyone. It was all done in good taste so it turned out to be fun. We went to Tex's room for a pajama party. That was fun. I am up later than usual but it is the last night.<p>Tomorrow we ride 40 miles into St Augustine, then have a police escort through town to the beach for the family picnic. Oh my! It is all over but the shoutin'.Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-68656878871403769532011-04-26T14:29:00.000-07:002011-04-26T14:28:11.490-07:00Day 54 Perry to High Springs, FL<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidbTLdeVzBKQWP4k-270kMuPDDUp_L4e-zNreprcyZmJdtWpgZX2qnt4dZPCQO3iPFviAicm5Mozei2ueecmFYrvUzMsvjGttR2IERvFf2neb3lE1iI9Zd51A5TSSZbEKX6MT6s6B2k4c/s1600/photo-791495.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidbTLdeVzBKQWP4k-270kMuPDDUp_L4e-zNreprcyZmJdtWpgZX2qnt4dZPCQO3iPFviAicm5Mozei2ueecmFYrvUzMsvjGttR2IERvFf2neb3lE1iI9Zd51A5TSSZbEKX6MT6s6B2k4c/s320/photo-791495.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600007251788135474" /></a></p>We had a 76-mile ride through central Florida today. We are definitely out of the panhandle now. We started out through more woods. The trees blocked the winds and the clouds kept us from overheating, if not from sweating. After the trees, we encountered more agricultural. The egg megafarms were mighty unpleasant. The pastureland with cows, horses, or sheep were lovely. The roadsides were lined with wildflowers! A feast for the eyes. We rode on several miles of bike path adjacent to the highway. About mid-ride, we turned onto some backroads heading to Inchetucknee Springs State Park where we had a SAG stop. It was a lovely little treasure with a spring fed pond for swimming. I enjoyed looking at it while I consumed my peanut butter sandwich. Fortunately, I had bug spray or the mosquitoes might have consumed me. From there, we headed on to our motel, which is right out of the 60s. It is conveniently appointed, the AC works well, and we are all on the first floor. We are happy to be here. The roads in Florida continue to be fine - smooth, wide shoulders, clean, flat, manageable traffic volume. Florida gets the highest marks for riding from me. <p>It is hard to believe that we are so near the end. I am pondering what it has all meant to me.Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-37573218852074086252011-04-25T17:56:00.000-07:002011-04-25T17:51:52.131-07:00Day 53 Crawfordville to Perry, FL<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBeYbTcZ2KfFX-NlW8eqaJDpFUEgbmamUUi-c_Fn52Di3zkWUAcGMX7RD7CS5eR-GE1wDbszPJWwowNv9iYKHV2Qxuv73YXQCXgpZ1qo2yqC5QgGief9jlGUFuRhW_Jo5V5xg10Z1cuxg/s1600/photo-712135.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBeYbTcZ2KfFX-NlW8eqaJDpFUEgbmamUUi-c_Fn52Di3zkWUAcGMX7RD7CS5eR-GE1wDbszPJWwowNv9iYKHV2Qxuv73YXQCXgpZ1qo2yqC5QgGief9jlGUFuRhW_Jo5V5xg10Z1cuxg/s320/photo-712135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599688648140068114" /></a></p>A Straight Line<p>It would have been hard to get lost today. We turned left out of our motel, rode 54 miles and turned right into our motel. The road was straight, level, smooth, clean, had wide shoulders and only light traffic. We had a headwind that was mostly blocked by the woods on both sides of the road. We never passed a house or any other kind of building. Therefore, we encountered no dogs. It was a pleasant ride in all ways. I think I shifted a few times but not many. We arrived at the motel before our room was ready. Being slow riders, this was a first for us. We were thrilled! We feel like members of the club now. We went to a fine little Italian restaurant for lunch while we waited. When we left, the owner came out and said, "Ciao, y'all!"<p>The photo is the Wakulla River in the early morning. We were so lucky to spot two manatees swimming downstream. I was not quick enough with the camera but was thrilled to see them.<p>We are all all trying to process what this trip has meant to us. It is so hard to capture the essence of it in words but we all know that it has been an important milestone.<p>Ciao, y'all!Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-62003725583085860442011-04-24T13:59:00.000-07:002011-04-24T16:26:49.653-07:00Day 52 Crawfordville, FL Rest Day<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtwVN_3Ikx6V1LnuxgP05bW_5SVAkQi3UI70N30SBHelTuohS07d70yKKbV-aVL3lWvui2qZAafwFtS8TsRCSK69Ce4Y4C1jJ6zZlKwZddCFP_CcOF9dfzEtWF1ciy8RMqAkVQb2RlIiY/s1600/photo-709654.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtwVN_3Ikx6V1LnuxgP05bW_5SVAkQi3UI70N30SBHelTuohS07d70yKKbV-aVL3lWvui2qZAafwFtS8TsRCSK69Ce4Y4C1jJ6zZlKwZddCFP_CcOF9dfzEtWF1ciy8RMqAkVQb2RlIiY/s320/photo-709654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599295650131382594" /></a></p>Bikers Celebrate Easter<p>Happy Easter! Eight of us celebrated Easter Sunday at Crawfordville United Methodist Church this morning. Two ladies chauffeured us and welcomed us in so many ways. We stayed for the potluck brunch. It was a nice service and we appreciated their hospitality...but I missed Broad Street greatly. I sat at the pool for a while this afternoon and relaxed all day. <p>On this Easter Sunday, I will mention, in no particular order, just a few of the acts of kindness that have made this ride so wonderful.<p>Don and Corliss who offered me water and encouragement on the ride to Globe, AZ<br>Jay at Gila Hike and Bike who corrected my pedal problem<br>Encouraging emails from friends<br>Fiona and Kathy Tex who have helped with dishes every night<br>Phone calls from Dan every evening<br>The man in the pick-up truck who helped me assemble the bike rack<br>Greta offering me her phone when I was getting roaming charges<br>The man at the Mississippi River who gave us water<br>Jack Jeter and John Feagin meeting us in the Texas Hills<br>My wonderful roommate Katherine who thought we could do this and led me along<br>All of you who have read this blog<p>I am so grateful for all of this and so much more!Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-74980715227828199822011-04-23T17:49:00.000-07:002011-04-23T17:47:04.342-07:00Day 51 Quincy to Crawfordville, FL<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKNc-Fds_DJB7FgqOfizEDvhzd6vrplOdj9YHeN7VSDgPlOH7iZuJDfWYIdBRCMQumBUPg9NJ-EWA4si87sh32ZsJ4SdZ6kwCs6GPwINm6uNmio7w9_yLsBgCjKcdQsSvw3P_m2sOuS8I/s1600/photo-724345.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKNc-Fds_DJB7FgqOfizEDvhzd6vrplOdj9YHeN7VSDgPlOH7iZuJDfWYIdBRCMQumBUPg9NJ-EWA4si87sh32ZsJ4SdZ6kwCs6GPwINm6uNmio7w9_yLsBgCjKcdQsSvw3P_m2sOuS8I/s320/photo-724345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598945250819100706" /></a></p>This Our Hymn of Grateful Praise<p>The highlight of the day was a visit to Wakulla Springs State Park, a 6,000 acre wildlife sanctuary. It would be unimaginable to experience this bit of earth without grateful praise for the beauty of it. Cool water flows from a spring to form the Wakulla River, one of the last pristine rivers in Florida. The lodge was built in 1937. I walked through the park with Kathie this morning. <p>The morning started out with a foggy ride for 20 miles or so. Fortunately, the wide shoulders on the road kept us out of harm's way. Coping with dew-misted sunglasses was a problem. Eventually the fog lifted. After the state park, we made our way to the Inn at Wildwood, a lovely resort where we will spend our last rest day tomorrow, Easter Sunday.<p>Tomorrow morning about eight of us will be attending Crawfordville United Methodist Church. They have assured us that we will be welcome in our casual clothes. They will pick us up for the 8:30 service and have invited us to stay for breakfast afterward. Since none of us has Easter clothes, we have decided to wear our WomanTours bike jerseys, any pants that we have and sandals. After all, Jesus wore sandals. No make-up, no jewelry. I guess that leaves out the Easter bonnet, too. It should not take long to get ready. I could get used to this!Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-79075207210383087902011-04-22T17:41:00.000-07:002011-04-22T17:40:10.686-07:00Day 50 Marianna to Quincy, FL<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ7x1aF2noEzSr8QpmmG16wjWSuGVNXKVhbUlLJIqE7B2fvgYLaNZQMHxdlemmmhTor1t4nkr8UJOTKeUoy2g_GBbdLEYVohkP73RSFWzL2G9ncXJX5ZaVdpMvh7xGFBhNLRcqH4xzqUY/s1600/IMG00649-20110422-0823-710693.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ7x1aF2noEzSr8QpmmG16wjWSuGVNXKVhbUlLJIqE7B2fvgYLaNZQMHxdlemmmhTor1t4nkr8UJOTKeUoy2g_GBbdLEYVohkP73RSFWzL2G9ncXJX5ZaVdpMvh7xGFBhNLRcqH4xzqUY/s320/IMG00649-20110422-0823-710693.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598572378012928706" /></a></p>For the Beauty of the Earth<p>Oh my! It would be hard to overstate the beauty of the land we saw today. We rode 54 miles almost entirely on back country roads such as this gorgeous stretch of tree-canopied trail pictured. We saw huge moss-covered trees, fragrant magnolias and honeysuckle, fields with emerging cotton and peanut plants, pastures with horses and cows. The senses could not rest. We got to climb a couple big hills and were surprised at how easy they seemed. We entered the Eastern Time Zone about mid-morning when we crossed the Chattahoochee River, bringing us ever closer to the Atlantic Ocean. We stopped for lunch at a small Chinese restaurant where we enjoyed conversation with three customers and the server. It is so much fun to tell people where we have been and watch their reactions. The two men were orchid farmers. Mostly people take their leave by telling us to be careful of the kooks out there. Happily, that has not been our experience. We have met so many wonderful people. We are thoroughly enjoying Florida.Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-15306947216359602932011-04-21T18:36:00.000-07:002011-04-21T18:32:42.960-07:00Day 48 Crestview to Marianna, FL<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIWXxMO_5yyPazqbJFW4WU1FywgPLlrbhgbAaMzNuuHyfjJYZF8b5MJfLKXTKCQ_-c0Xah2VFfR7wqSDiqO8pgM85td60EIid76c0kNe8JgPVPCCokZ-3WDNusqTK55lsWIPG9BMvHwbA/s1600/photo-762962.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIWXxMO_5yyPazqbJFW4WU1FywgPLlrbhgbAaMzNuuHyfjJYZF8b5MJfLKXTKCQ_-c0Xah2VFfR7wqSDiqO8pgM85td60EIid76c0kNe8JgPVPCCokZ-3WDNusqTK55lsWIPG9BMvHwbA/s320/photo-762962.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598214834948653826" /></a></p>Cooperation on the Road<p>We began our last long ride at 6:30 this morning to get in as many miles as possible before the heat became unbearable. It was about 74 degrees and cloudy at that hour. Around noon the sky cleared, the temperature soared and the humidity made it feel like 93, according to <a href="http://weatherchannel.com">weatherchannel.com</a> and also according to our fellow riders. We rode 90 miles, almost all of it on US 90. We have followed that route much of the way across the country. In Florida, this highway is well-groomed and has a nice wide shoulder except in towns, where the shoulders disappear and traffic terrors appear. The terrain was full of little rolling inclines - at this stage of our ride, we could not really label them hills - but the ride is made easier when we do not need to pedal for a minute or two on a downward slope.<p>About thirty miles into the day, Lisa, our third SAG driver had a flat tire that was caused by a broken spoke. We could not repair it but kept everyone riding by doing a series of swaps. The end result was that I rode the last 34 miles on the bike that belongs to our cook. That was fun, but riding a different bike inevitably creates pressure in unexpected places. Use your imagination. <p>We had a bit of comic relief when one of our riders, Kathy Tex, ran out of water on the road. Her riding chum, Fiona, gave her the extra bottle that she was carrying. Kathy immediately dumped it over her head to cool off. Only then did she realize that the bottle was filled with Gatorade. I guess it's a Florida thing!<p>The Wound Ostomy Continence Nurses' Society has provided refreshments for us at our arrival and dessert for dinner twice in Florida. Thank you to them for their generosity! Katherine, my roommate is raising money to provide scholarships for nurses to enter this field.Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-24596657006745318952011-04-20T18:27:00.000-07:002011-04-20T18:25:41.916-07:00Day 48 Pensacola to Crestview, FL<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpKpGr83ANi196jcEIE89M4_OV6fFCeU18Dr8mbTrOrKnW4ZGhOUSTEypLkvqfI1O6rcCG-J9bM4MU0u_LF8VoYU2m2I0nRRK-a7WL8Rn3sLOICjtMECFDq3SCDkMshSzj18dd_82Nj2U/s1600/photo-741922.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpKpGr83ANi196jcEIE89M4_OV6fFCeU18Dr8mbTrOrKnW4ZGhOUSTEypLkvqfI1O6rcCG-J9bM4MU0u_LF8VoYU2m2I0nRRK-a7WL8Rn3sLOICjtMECFDq3SCDkMshSzj18dd_82Nj2U/s320/photo-741922.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597841943475207906" /></a></p>A Steam Bath Would Be Redundant<p>We are experiencing full Florida humidity! The temperature was not the problem. The highest I saw was 85 degrees, but we were dripping at sunrise. We departed the Gulf coastline today and headed into a more central route east across Florida. The ride was mostly lovely. City traffic with smooth roads and good bike lanes, suburban areas, country roads, and even an honest to goodness bike path. Really. Nothing but bikes and baby buggies! What a pleasure. Katherine and I rode along quite efficiently. About two miles before our lovely Hampton Inn we wheeled into a Sonic for our new favorite treat - a mocha java chiller. And since it was "happy hour" - I am not making this up - they were half-price. Needless to say, we were thrilled. Please note: according to Katherine's bike computer, we burned over 2000 extra calories today.Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-35833263138071928742011-04-19T18:20:00.000-07:002011-04-19T18:49:48.698-07:00Day 47 Dauphin Island, AL to Pensacola, FL<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhM8voSrNyhCQRO_01QW6v9YNQ9OrpfSkqDxvvpsCZ3Hcc1czzw0lJmhRC5vptDZvYmsEdn72vgVg5ssGrulNTR1HTNnjGC8Wt26vHuyULJBaDOOYFMHvRZnLTjPFb3SEC3eooUz90u0/s1600/photo-788699.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhM8voSrNyhCQRO_01QW6v9YNQ9OrpfSkqDxvvpsCZ3Hcc1czzw0lJmhRC5vptDZvYmsEdn72vgVg5ssGrulNTR1HTNnjGC8Wt26vHuyULJBaDOOYFMHvRZnLTjPFb3SEC3eooUz90u0/s320/photo-788699.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597477069849350098" /></a></p>The Last State<p>We left Dauphin Island, Alabama by way of a 45-minute ferry ride this morning. We landed on a lovely spit of land that ran between the Gulf of Mexico and Mobile Bay. There was little traffic and lots to look at. After 20 miles we entered a city - I did not notice the name - and the traffic picked up but there was a nice bike lane. After 32 miles we entered Florida, our last state. We rode along a state park beach that provided no barrier for the wind. I found the headwind daunting but others moved into it. Katherine and I switched roles at the state line; I was happy to be driving the Subaru. Many riders stopped at a bike shop, so I stopped there, too. The SAG job was not challenging today. The smoothly paved roads were clean with wide bike lanes in both Alabama and Florida. Although the humidity was high, the temperature was in the 70s. We enjoyed our last margarita party this evening. I am certainly wondering how I will adjust to real life next week.Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-5157940986832771342011-04-18T18:43:00.000-07:002011-04-18T18:50:03.810-07:00Day 46 Dauphin Island, AL Rest Day<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioPihTwjj-U990vHFAfJwQbTCiwxrgRNWwscmLKvRdSbcYl55ykI1AZ9AH5FAOt5yKUTvQmMOz0-INwfXiKATxDU7qW7kUGchawjxhLQEV22I9MVPBSLCRZ2Fi6h9aIb6iIA1SSZ_ylH8/s1600/photo-703812.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioPihTwjj-U990vHFAfJwQbTCiwxrgRNWwscmLKvRdSbcYl55ykI1AZ9AH5FAOt5yKUTvQmMOz0-INwfXiKATxDU7qW7kUGchawjxhLQEV22I9MVPBSLCRZ2Fi6h9aIb6iIA1SSZ_ylH8/s320/photo-703812.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597106056718868962" /></a></p>A Day at the Beach<p>What could be more restful than a day at the beach? I started the day with a morning walk on the sand with waves washing over my feet and ended it by watching the sunset during an evening walk. I spent a relaxing day doing such things as enjoying a leisurely breakfast at a golf club, making phone calls, having dinner with friends, indulging in a bowl of ice cream with our roommates du jour, and organizing myself for the next few days. Ahhh! Will I be able to plan rest days into my schedule when I get home?Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-75746969072942288112011-04-18T11:24:00.000-07:002011-04-18T11:21:49.653-07:00Day 45 Pascagoula MS to Dauphin Island, AL<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHh60kdYvc9IEuTgmHttZzDtqWE2eQqS62Sw92zIBaqm2ciZI4oQh6YIaiS3Xw9lp0hcUL_fApk9Adkp18kvLOXnTrX8Ky0Qm-15J1M2vvUgpBTpz0qdylfDRlbifVbct2CVGCD5L_-V4/s1600/photo-709657.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHh60kdYvc9IEuTgmHttZzDtqWE2eQqS62Sw92zIBaqm2ciZI4oQh6YIaiS3Xw9lp0hcUL_fApk9Adkp18kvLOXnTrX8Ky0Qm-15J1M2vvUgpBTpz0qdylfDRlbifVbct2CVGCD5L_-V4/s320/photo-709657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596990541154989282" /></a></p>A Bridge with a View<p>This afternoon we arrived at Dauphin Island, Alabama via a long and tall bridge across the Gulf of Mexico. The ride was great fun. We stopped at the top to enjoy the spectacular view of the island, the mainland, and the water. As we departed the bridge we and several others from our tour stopped at "Barnacle Bill's" for a fine seafood lunch. Katherine, the vegetarian is thrilled to be in seafood country. As we finished, two men entered the restaurant looking for the women bikers. They are following the same route that we are, although covering about 100 miles per day. They said they had been hearing about us for two weeks or more and when they saw the bikes lined up, they surmised that they had found us. Dave is retired and Matthew Is a young man who finds work in the places where he travels. John, the SAG driver appears to be retired, too. It turns out that they are from Yorkshire, England, about an hour from the home of Fiona's parents. It was so much fun to hear their enthusiasm for our country. We exchanged stories, took photos and traded contact information for half an hour or so and they were on their way. They intend to get to St Augustine by Friday. Dave intends to stay a while and hopes to meet up with us there. We were most surprised to learn that we had been sought after much of the way across the country.Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-42374078247989956422011-04-16T19:19:00.001-07:002011-04-16T19:19:00.169-07:00Day 44 Wiggins to Pascagoula, MS<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3OKGABeV0q9a0yy2LfIkDfa8nJNU98RMAU5e5MJ_ZG1dzOSeIah-kr1IPiXRoFjW0U5Sg1zCKHm_spn7dJp_Nb2tISsOUdJ96PIoSR2pSWERQl9KNp0gBnCANeEGJFUY0_ijCSi0ARLI/s1600/photo-740170.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3OKGABeV0q9a0yy2LfIkDfa8nJNU98RMAU5e5MJ_ZG1dzOSeIah-kr1IPiXRoFjW0U5Sg1zCKHm_spn7dJp_Nb2tISsOUdJ96PIoSR2pSWERQl9KNp0gBnCANeEGJFUY0_ijCSi0ARLI/s320/photo-740170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596371341520947090" /></a></p>Perfect! <p>Seventy-four degrees and sunny, humidity 29%, winds behind us at five miles per hour, blue skies. Perfect is the only accurate description. Everyone was charged and ready to go after yesterday's storms. Our route started out through quiet country roads and the DeSoto National Forest. We were surprised to learn that a POW camp for German soldiers was located in the forest during WW II. The second half of the ride led us toward water. We crossed a tall bridge over the Pascagoula Bay that leads to the Gulf of Mexico. It felt like a roller coaster at Cedar Point! It felt like another milestone, too.<p>As we rode, I noticed churches getting ready for Palm Sunday and Holy Week. One Faith, One Hope, One Lord! I will miss being at Broad Street this week.Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-63836481027503268152011-04-15T13:45:00.000-07:002011-04-15T13:42:29.166-07:00Day 43 Bogalusa, LA to Wiggins, MS<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrh9mEQuAtmWGFyhadjRlf7Ke3TgIeFNs3aX-cvG0-O4Bi8nh3Y-J2Hp6lh4EWzes_agmBsOuRUkyrxY7RVzyaaZCbEzPfoG7zDciCoUdGtgb2MaaQZhzFitmUab8uBgs3KK-46wDyZBk/s1600/photo-749170.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrh9mEQuAtmWGFyhadjRlf7Ke3TgIeFNs3aX-cvG0-O4Bi8nh3Y-J2Hp6lh4EWzes_agmBsOuRUkyrxY7RVzyaaZCbEzPfoG7zDciCoUdGtgb2MaaQZhzFitmUab8uBgs3KK-46wDyZBk/s320/photo-749170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595913536732842738" /></a></p>Gravel and Other Frustrations<p>The possibility of thunderstorms with high winds and damaging hail was forecast this morning. Having lived through this kind of weather in west Texas for a number of years, I set out with trepidations. A mile down the road, my flashing light fell off my bike. I retrieved it, but the batteries had popped out. Katherine did not have her usual "biking legs" today. That happens to everyone once in a while. We missed a turn that added three "bonus miles" for us. We encountered a detour sign, but a local advised us that "they ain't took them signs down but we could g'on." We were pleased until we arrived at the bridge with long stretches of gravel on both sides. Then the whole group was held up while the guides scouted a detour for us. After thirty miles, the wind came on full force. And amazingly, the van was sitting there; we jumped on. It was so much fun to get in early, start our laundry, and walk next door for a salad bar lunch, which, by the way, included chocolate pudding as a vegetable. (Would I put ranch dressing on that?) I just read about storms in Oklahoma and Arkansas but our luck continues. Not a drop of rain so far.Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-52495493036340888652011-04-14T19:17:00.000-07:002011-04-14T19:14:57.710-07:00Day 42 Hammond to Bogalusa, LA<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPEcnfXgpN6ekvVYFScWGJ8MaDBMf65fBTgyImBEJjI7QfyuBIX3kNytcKNJuSjcn3DH35Op5C0hY6WNENNsm5G8JHZT87YewtanJi4VBidLxODZF4Dvj4nRJqUWD0sGGVFYiGEP7t-H4/s1600/photo-797715.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPEcnfXgpN6ekvVYFScWGJ8MaDBMf65fBTgyImBEJjI7QfyuBIX3kNytcKNJuSjcn3DH35Op5C0hY6WNENNsm5G8JHZT87YewtanJi4VBidLxODZF4Dvj4nRJqUWD0sGGVFYiGEP7t-H4/s320/photo-797715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595628126800499698" /></a></p>Morning Ritual: The Peanut Butter Sandwich<p>Every morning begins with the ritual of the peanut butter sandwich. After breakfast, we gather at the snack table to collect a few snacks and make our power-packed pb&j for the road. As long as there is strawberry jam, I am not tired of this staple. It takes me about a mile to eat half a sandwich while I am riding. Today we had a short ride - I can't remember exactly when 55 miles became a "short" ride- so it was daylight for our sandwich making. Some days we launch at sunrise, so we make them in semi-darkness.<p>We had a beautiful ride through rural Louisiana today. The eastern half of the state is culturally very different from the western part. I am continually amazed by the luxuriant green plant life, such a contrast to the Southwest. We see lots of cows and horses, wheat and sorghum fields. We also see lots of dogs, often as they are chasing us down the road. Most of them really are not vicious, but even so they can easily cause accidents. Today two of our riders were trying to outrun dogs and ran into each other. They finished the day's ride, but one is sporting a lot of bandages and both cracked their helmets. Thank heavens, Katherine, the wound care specialist was driving the SAG car when it happened. She was able to care for them with a big bag of high-tech bandages that were brought to her a few days ago by a sales rep. Most helpful.<p>Tomorrow holds a forecast of rain. We have not had a drop of rain yet!Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-16651976926488617832011-04-14T13:51:00.000-07:002011-04-14T13:48:51.125-07:00Day 41 St Francisville to Hammond, LA<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitf-VY0HpumasjKeBrwVdM2ALjgRJo3hnne8YnuQcmkSafitH6z_apHrxhtZkph_dMisQ66IK6q_yvVcUTIiWbH1-Y-AGQrXyylcW4TB7qln_vOeqMpl-5xv_Jr9Z6D8ICRLqU0o9xh_c/s1600/photo-731128.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitf-VY0HpumasjKeBrwVdM2ALjgRJo3hnne8YnuQcmkSafitH6z_apHrxhtZkph_dMisQ66IK6q_yvVcUTIiWbH1-Y-AGQrXyylcW4TB7qln_vOeqMpl-5xv_Jr9Z6D8ICRLqU0o9xh_c/s320/photo-731128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595544093708797362" /></a></p>A Long Stop and A Woo-hoo Day!<p>The ride from St Francisville to Hammond was 87 miles. It followed a rest day. Weather conditions were favorable. Katherine and I usually have split long days, sharing SAG duties, but we decided this was the time to go for the big one. The miles were clicking away until we came to a road that was closed due to a bridge being out. There was no detour indicated (Louisiana does not get high marks for their signage) so our guides scouted out a path for us, forcing us to bond during this Department of Transportation-imposed SAG stop. Eventually we were on our way with an additional five miles to ride. We were determined to do it and just kept pedaling our way along, stopping at a couple gas stations in addition to SAG stops. Morning turned into afternoon then into late afternoon - I never look at the time, and eventually we rolled into our Comfort Inn with 92.87 miles on our computers, too excited to feel as exhausted as we were. It was a beautiful ride, but we have no photos. We could not spare the time. I thought of riding seven more miles to achieve a "century ride," but I was afraid I would miss Linda's fabulous dinner, not an option I was willing to consider.Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-39977365637552728612011-04-12T13:33:00.001-07:002011-04-12T13:33:53.074-07:00Day 40 St Francisville LA<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr2fzEjBGxD0-UMUubph6StERkLxNeypB1_p0Xz7pvJ_2JPp3jfyZ1z4_ZX4bMzejCBkYaQpGyQnD6AY2Dn-hy-dmh0RxXj_2bHAWLWzDeq5FPXg0wXcxJh1MnafVE_2rQghiPqX_5iHQ/s1600/photo-733075.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr2fzEjBGxD0-UMUubph6StERkLxNeypB1_p0Xz7pvJ_2JPp3jfyZ1z4_ZX4bMzejCBkYaQpGyQnD6AY2Dn-hy-dmh0RxXj_2bHAWLWzDeq5FPXg0wXcxJh1MnafVE_2rQghiPqX_5iHQ/s320/photo-733075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594798070397964834" /></a></p>Rest Day in the "Boot" of Louisiana<p>Aaaah! Rest days are wonderful. We slept ten hours last night and will probably take a nap this afternoon. Our B&B served an amazing breakfast. By lunch time I had not really worked up an appetite but made my way through a spicy shrimp po' boy with enthusiasm. Looking forward to another cafe au lait this afternoon! We are in the part of Louisiana that looks like the toe of the boot, about two hours north of New Orleans. It used to be known as the Florida of Louisiana because it was not part of the Louisiana Purchase but was part of Spanish Florida. There is little Cajun (Acadian) influence here. We have seen lots of pretty sights, although they are far different from the imposing rock and mountain scenery in the West. The live oaks are particularly impressive. Many of them are two hundred years old as their impressive root structures can withstand hurricane winds. I wish I could stop and take more photos.Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-16221563548240494722011-04-12T13:15:00.000-07:002011-04-12T13:41:51.248-07:00Day 39 Lafayette to St Francisville, LA<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisYNUt00oufxz9WwnG3gJW4W4uhmUurn4hefx2NV2xx9sWDc5-FHbIpmF6sWOloreRbcWqxGw8vm7N2L3a4n6zWpm5ykpoGXtTV-Zn7kSM-C3YxyNjg3XCgsAITLvtMzIT1TgN9ddIEBI/s1600/photo-711251.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisYNUt00oufxz9WwnG3gJW4W4uhmUurn4hefx2NV2xx9sWDc5-FHbIpmF6sWOloreRbcWqxGw8vm7N2L3a4n6zWpm5ykpoGXtTV-Zn7kSM-C3YxyNjg3XCgsAITLvtMzIT1TgN9ddIEBI/s320/photo-711251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594800114844367218" /></a></p>Me and Mark Twain<p>Okay, it did not have all the drama of Mark Twain's life on the Mighty Mississippi but it was a real thrill to cross the Big River on a ferry this afternoon. It was a perfect day for biking. Cooler temperatures and calmer, more helpful winds than previous days made it quite pleasant. Katherine rode out for about 45 miles in the morning while I drove the Subaru SAG wagon. Then we switched and I rode that last 35 miles on my bike. We both enjoyed our rides so much. <p>St. Francisville is a wonderful, arty little town. We are staying at a B&B near downtown. It is quiet and lovely and the owners are most helpful. Four of us from the tour are here. The others are at the magical Butler Greenwood B&B about three miles away. It is a true southern plantation that has remained in one family and occupied as a home for eight generations, dating back to 1777. We were there for dinner. It is unbelievably lovely, but we happily returned to our lodgings appreciating all it offers. <p>Katherine has two friends who came up for an overnight getaway to spend time with her. They all had a good time catching up. They also found a great coffee shop and brought us cafe au lait. Mmmmm....what a treat!Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-45266195694399650412011-04-10T19:23:00.000-07:002011-04-10T19:21:38.523-07:00Day 38 Lake Charles to Lafayette, LA<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAWaGmYQC5-tpyCzIDuCKMHaBydaDlNjjI9O81eSQQXCQYGC_a9UboWuS8m8VwMfVOFQNNvYrb1Lco-vnYNtFf-zBCA_NEg0I5Gkd_AcAy2wEsiavbT_MlXTB0rIR2hVtxTpsGDGFuLac/s1600/photo-798532.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAWaGmYQC5-tpyCzIDuCKMHaBydaDlNjjI9O81eSQQXCQYGC_a9UboWuS8m8VwMfVOFQNNvYrb1Lco-vnYNtFf-zBCA_NEg0I5Gkd_AcAy2wEsiavbT_MlXTB0rIR2hVtxTpsGDGFuLac/s320/photo-798532.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594145507886415554" /></a></p>Curious Playmates<p>Shortly after I rode out this morning, I passed these herons gathered around a cow. That was a first for me, but I'm a city girl, so what do I know? I spent the next 20 miles listening to birds sing, hearing leaves rustle, and feeling the wind. The wind was the main topic of conversation today. We ran into a man who informed us that the wind blows like this for about a month every spring - about 20 miles per hour out of the south. Of course, we are headed east. It really wore us out. <p>We passed lots of rice paddies and farmed crawfish fields. After weeks of riding in the arid lands, it is surprising to see this much water. The country side was beautiful and the people were friendly, helpful and generous. For example, when I parked the SAG vehicle in front of a grocery store the owner came out with five gallons of water for our cooler and invited us to use the restroom. He also showed us pictures of his daughter's wedding. We are overwhelmed each day by these acts of kindness.Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-32587197300162732712011-04-09T18:39:00.000-07:002011-04-09T18:37:52.269-07:00Day 37 Silsbee, TX to Lake Charles, LA<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Sa9iQH-ya_POwZHEjKeKQrpbxP_urPqeKyTfP00Qr9I9WGUt7sqvtHvXyzZm51IiI4fph5rKVJOQ3NWQvzG1irqZmzN90snYwA0_X0dUf5ey1IX4jNYZV7-HUK0Ms7SBmXo3zRxBGfY/s1600/photo-772272.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Sa9iQH-ya_POwZHEjKeKQrpbxP_urPqeKyTfP00Qr9I9WGUt7sqvtHvXyzZm51IiI4fph5rKVJOQ3NWQvzG1irqZmzN90snYwA0_X0dUf5ey1IX4jNYZV7-HUK0Ms7SBmXo3zRxBGfY/s320/photo-772272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593763148372406194" /></a></p>What a Difference a State Makes<p>We rode for 34 miles in Texas this morning then crossed into Louisiana. No chip seal! It sounds better than it was, however. The pavement was full of cracks and potholes. The repairs were not level with the roadway. Trash and debris littered the surface. The shoulders were almost non-existent. Throw in a headwind and high temperatures and imagine one very slow ride! Katherine and I finished the ride; not everyone did. We stopped around mile 60 to recharge at a Mini-Mart. We both drank a bunch of Gatorade and ice water. I bought a turkey sandwich and she ate my peanut butter and jelly sandwich. This area is not hospitable to vegetarians.<p>The bayous were immediately apparent and so were the many bridges that spanned them. We crossed a drawbridge and a 1.2 mile bridge across the Calcasieu River. New challenges. We arrived at our Best Western in time for the margarita party to celebrate entering a new state.Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-72699017975099955522011-04-08T14:40:00.000-07:002011-04-08T14:39:15.331-07:00Day 36 Cleveland to Silsbee, TX<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZcwRUVvEMj9Z5wn_VlAPdirxzdpRgWjpv4K31N_-489W3t02SwOebhRb1PqfTC7BUXn-hMgBGcPcQrH6weI7M80TTqGXtC-X617GdGF1DhINr2oxwMc1e9VOIj4Nkqxsj-qAyrr65hn8/s1600/photo-755334.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZcwRUVvEMj9Z5wn_VlAPdirxzdpRgWjpv4K31N_-489W3t02SwOebhRb1PqfTC7BUXn-hMgBGcPcQrH6weI7M80TTqGXtC-X617GdGF1DhINr2oxwMc1e9VOIj4Nkqxsj-qAyrr65hn8/s320/photo-755334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593330565110025090" /></a></p>The Strangeness of Time<p>This will be our last night in Texas. It seems like months since we hit El Paso, yet it has flown by. I am not sure how this could be.<p>We are in logging country now. We passed a large Georgia-Pacific operation yesterday. These big rigs are a little scary as they pass, but the drivers are generally polite and willing to share the road. Katherine and I split the day, each sagging a part. I rode my bike on the last portion. I am happy to report that we did not encounter chip seal until the final six miles. It was about as flat as a ride could be. I was in my middle chainring all day. There was wind but it was minimized by the trees. It was a very pleasant ride, if not quite as beautiful as yesterday's route.<p>After checking in at the motel, Katherine and I walked next door to the Sonic Burger for a Java Chiller, mocha flavored. I highly recommend this treat! They use real ice cream. It was SO good. Oy! My food habits have gone slumming! Fortunately, Linda's excellent, delicious, nutritious meals save me from myself. And really, we burn SO many calories. Elaine has promised me that if I am unable to get out of these habits when I return, she will let out my clothes for me. How nice to have a seamstress in the family,Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-72328624345800741532011-04-07T18:37:00.000-07:002011-04-08T13:40:46.507-07:00Day 35 Navasota to Cleveland, TX<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8q5AGxvhJU-zfLHumlHjn0pxgnU30CKybQumuit_hC2fWGe79hyphenhyphenrlTmqwbswK8yPMCb8OSnHoWNGKb69xMb-bdKj04fw7T1Kmn-WBMrb-oAlhWFLntPhlpdeMWYAfMzHGRXN0ZOESVWw/s1600/photo-746508.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8q5AGxvhJU-zfLHumlHjn0pxgnU30CKybQumuit_hC2fWGe79hyphenhyphenrlTmqwbswK8yPMCb8OSnHoWNGKb69xMb-bdKj04fw7T1Kmn-WBMrb-oAlhWFLntPhlpdeMWYAfMzHGRXN0ZOESVWw/s320/photo-746508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593315498821283154" /></a></p>Oh, Toto! We're not in Kansas anymore!<p>The difference between West Texas and East Texas is dramatic! We spent the day riding through the piney forest area of Texas. Mmmm...the quiet, the windbreak, the scent of pine, the shade; it was all a treat for the senses. We spent about 20 miles in the Sam Houston National Forest. The ride was delightful. The roads were mostly smooth with just enough low rollers to add interest and create some downhills. The wind and the temperature were moderated by the high trees. <p>Katherine had a visit from two would care nurses at 7:30 am. They came to see her off. They brought a variety of wound care products. As it happens, I lost a toenail yesterday. It had been ailing since the second day of the ride. These ladies had the perfect bandage for me, and dressed the toe before I left. I am certain that my toe pedaled more comfortably all day as a result. This is the second time the wound care nurses have appeared at exactly the right time for me!Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590578902550519817.post-85261134494104913112011-04-06T09:31:00.000-07:002011-04-06T09:28:53.577-07:00Day 34 Navasota, TX Rest Day<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtTn01GE-NhzAr9P-jwhVk9LeMXDH0CO1X4HbTlsS1xhRq1HiLXLM8coU8DAD7T5OKmsUdIRfK-_8LXR_286J1EslmEqbcq-l2KKQfJHCYmWBKl3bSwdZHts-Xx8wUlGbKryW2iYsT16Q/s1600/photo-733579.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtTn01GE-NhzAr9P-jwhVk9LeMXDH0CO1X4HbTlsS1xhRq1HiLXLM8coU8DAD7T5OKmsUdIRfK-_8LXR_286J1EslmEqbcq-l2KKQfJHCYmWBKl3bSwdZHts-Xx8wUlGbKryW2iYsT16Q/s320/photo-733579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592508412764260370" /></a></p>Chores, Terms, Idioms<p>Bikers' day off always includes laundry. Our "laundromat" is a less mechanized than what we have at home.<p>As I have ridden the last few days, I have been thinking of terms and idioms. Carol, our guide, refuses to use the term "flat" (she refers to it as the F-word.). We each came to this trip with a different concept of "flat" and of "hill." instead, she refers to "terrain features." Nice euphemism. I must say, we have mostly redefined the terms in our minds.<p>The most diverse term that we use dozens of times a day is "SAG." It started as an acronym for "support and gear." Let me explain this all-purpose non-word. Each time I use it, try substituting "support and gear." Maybe this won't amuse you as much as it amuses me. <p>SAG, noun<br>1. The vehicle that carries basic equipment, snacks, and water<br>Ex: The SAG will leave at 8:00.<br>2. The person who drives the SAG vehicle. <br>Ex: Lisa is the SAG today.<br>3. The location of the SAG vehicle<br>Ex: The first SAG will be a mile 20.<p>SAG, verb, intransitive<br>1. To serve by transporting water, snacks, and basic equipment.<br>Ex: Marge will SAG today. (Marge will drive the SAG vehicle.)<br>Ex: Alice will SAG today. (Alice will ride in the SAG vehicle. She will not drive it as she is not a SAG.)<p>SAG, verb, transitive<br>1. To transport a person a specified distance along the route<br>Ex. Lisa will SAG Marge out 20 miles. (Lisa will drive Marge and her bike the first 20 miles.)<br>synonym: to bump<br>Ex: Lisa will SAG Marge in 20 miles. (Lisa will drive Marge and her back the last 20 miles to the motel.)<p>Got it? I hope I have made all of this perfectly clear. Of course, it does not matter a whit.<p>Days off are really fun. We are headed to Wal-Mart where I plan to buy a new toothbrush. A biker's life is really simple.Marge Gallowayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262879190775918851noreply@blogger.com3