TRIP 2014

Update #03 - February 05
Crowley, Louisiana
878.10 miles (1,404.96 KM)

The past eleven days have been mostly cold. Because of a cold front, I had a two day delay with friends in New Orleans. There were a couple of days that had temperatures on the seventies. Instead of cycling into Southeast Texas, I decided to travel Northwards up to LA 190 and then ride Westward into Texas and then head west to San Antonio.

January 24 : Pascagoula to Pascagoula - 00.00 miles (00.00 KM)

I had a pretty good night. I went to bed around 8:30 pm. I woke up around 4 am. It was interesting not having to think about riding in the cold weather today. It was close to freezing outside. Looking out the window, I saw that it was trying to rain. If the conditions were right, it would have probably turned to snow.

Around mid-afternoon, I walked over to the nearby Walmart to get another innertube. The gremlin that I've been dealing with for the past week was causing the tire to go soft. I still can't find anything sticking up in the inside of the tire. I decided to go ahead and get a thicker thorn resistant tube with some flat sealant in it. The tube cost as much as three innertubes but I think that it would be a good decision. It didn't take long to get the tire inflated up to it's proper psi.

Tomorrow should be a better day. The temperature is supposed to be up in the sixties. I'm going to try and get to Bay St Louis tomorrow. I'd like to worship at the First Baptist Church Sunday morning.

January 25 : Pascagoula, MS to Bay St Louis, MS - 56.94 miles (91.10 KM)

I had a pretty good night. I went to bed around 8:30 pm. I woke up several times during the night but I was able to fall asleep. I layered up again because the morning temperature was around 34 F. The afternoon temperature was going to be in the upper 50s F.

I left the motel around 8 AM. It was about a two mile (3 km) ride back into the main part of Pascagoula. The ride to Gautier and then to Ocean Springs went okay. The ride was a little slow because there was a stiff wind coming from the Northwest. I walked halfway across the high bridge between Ocean Springs and Biloxi.

Once in Biloxi, I started to ride on the sidewalks on the North side of the road because there wasn't any shoulder to ride along the busy US 90. I got about 24 miles in by noontime. I stopped at a Wendy's for some chili.

The afternoon ride was a little slower because the wind was a little stronger along the Gulf Of Mexico. Riding on the sidewalk was a little harder because of all of the sand that had blown across the roadway from the beach. There were a couple of spots where I almost fell over when I hit the sand.

There was still a lot of open space between Biloxi and Long Beach where the houses and buildings were destroyed from Hurricane Katrina. There were a couple of 14 story resort condo buildings. I didn't see much commercial building. There was some home construction but not much. There were several hundred for sale signs for empty lots. In Biloxi, there was some deconstruction of old casino properties on the beach. What was interesting was a college campus closed down and fenced in. There were several dozen buildings there.

I got to the bridge right before Bay St Louis a little after dusk. I was able to ride across the bridge. I used my lights to get through Bay St Louis. I stopped at the first motel that I came across and I got a room in the mid $40s.

I'll be going to the First Baptist Church in Bay St Louis tomorrow morning. Monday, I'm looking at riding into New Orleans, LA. According to the weather report, I might have a wet day.

January 26 : Bay St Louis, MS to Bay St Louis, MS - 04.36 miles (06.82 KM)

I had a pretty good night. The room got reasonably warm. I went to bed around 10:30 pm. I was able to stay asleep till around 4:00 am.

I left the motel around 8:30 am and I rode downtown to the First Baptist Church. I had attended a Wednesday night service there in mid September of 2011. I wanted to see if Rev Al Green was still there. I got to the church a little after 9 am. A few cars were there and the youth minister greeted me. He took me inside to the St Johns Sunday school class. This was the Sr Men's class. Some of the guys remembered me from the last visit. I got to share a little bit.

When I got to the sanctuary, I looked for Rev Green but he wasn't around. In the church bulletin, there was another person listed as a sr pastor. It turned out that the new sr pastor was the young guy at the other end of the row of chairs I was in. The guy had to have been in his early thirties. I don't see how this guy could have gotten a doctorate in theology and still have enough training to become a minister. I got to talk to him during the meet and greet in the beginning of the service. I asked him if he knew of someplace where I could spend the rest of the day and night. He told me that he would help me. This was just his third Sunday.

After the service, one of the guys from the Sunday school class slipped me a green handshake as he was leaving. He had asked me if I was self-sufficient or do I take donations. When I went outside to talk to the pastor, instead of doing something directly to help me out he pulled out his cellphone to text another pastor at another church to see if he knew of a place where I could stay. If I would have known that this guy was going to be a "pass-off minister", I wouldn't have stopped. There was another church (Methodist) right up the block. While the guy was texting, this other guy (possibly a deacon) stopped by. He told the pastor if nothing came out of the text there was the possibility that I could spend the night with him. We waited for about twenty minutes to give the texted minister time to respond. Nothing came out of the text. I thought that the pastor would have contacted the deacon then but he told me that he wouldn't do it until after the evening service. That would start at 6 pm. This would mean that I would have to wait someplace or wander around for almost five hours. There wasn't the possibility of me waiting around somewhere in the church.

There wasn't a 100% guarentee of me staying with the deacon for the night. He hadn't talked with his wife because she went to another church. I didn't feel comfortable with the idea hanging out someplace or wandering around town for five hours, going to the evening service, waiting for a short business meeting to end afterwards, and then finding out that there wasn't a place for me to stay. I wasn't comfortable with having to find an address in the dark. I was so frustrated with this. The afternoon temperature wasn't as cold as yesterday but it was still cold.

The new pastor seemed to be all brains but no heart. He didn't show any real compassion towards me. He wasn't like Rev Green. Most definitely he wasn't like Rev Fisher at the First United Methodist in Pascagoula, MS. This didn't make much sense because during the service, he told the congregation that the church was going to be a contributing member to a emergency shelter for children that would be opening in the area in a month. There was also mention of a church team going to Tennessee to help out the people in Appalachia in June.

I should have gone and tried out another church. With the money from the guy from the Sunday school class, I decided to go ahead and re-register at the motel that I stopped at and try and get try to get the same room from last night.

Tomorrow might be a wet ride into New Orleans. There is a thirty percent chance for rain. Tuesday might be a rough day for riding. There is talk about possibly freezing rain or snow. The temperature should be back into the 50s starting Wednesday.

January 27 : Bay St Louis, MS to (East) New Orleans, LA - 53.49 miles (85.581 KM)

I had a pretty good night. The room got reasonably warm. I went to bed around 10:30 pm. I was able to stay asleep till around 4:00 am.

I left the motel a little after 8 am. The parking lot was wet with rain. It wasn't raining so I headed out. I didn't get a couple of miles down the road when I hit some more rain. I waited out the rain in the bay of a car wash for about 15 minutes. The sky looked a little dark. I was sort of torn about heading out. If it looked like there was going to be more storms, I would have ridden back into the downtown area to see if I could connect with a minister and see if they could find me a place to stay for a couple of days.

Today was going to be a little warmer but there was the possibility of more rain. There were already reports of a Winter Storm coming through the area Tuesday. They were talking about 1 to 4 inches of possible snow North of Lake Pontchartrain. If I would have gone North just beyond the state line and got on US 190 to Slidell and then traveled on to Baton Rouge, I would have been caught in snow. Through the New Orleans area they were talking about either freezing rain or ice. The high Tuesday and Wednesday, the high was only going to be in the upper 30s. Thursday the high was going to be close to 50 and by the weekend the high was going to be close to 70.

The ride to the LA state line went okay. Before crossing the bridge over the East Pearl River into LA, I stopped at a gas station in Pearlington for a break. It was warm enough that I was able to take off my pullover shirt and the second jacket. I tried just riding without a jacket but it was still cold. I walked over the bridge because there was a lot of sand.

The ride over the bridges went okay. By noon, I got almost 28 miles in. The rest of the ride into the New Orleans area went okay. Once I got into New Orleans, I was surprised at how much damage there still was from Hurricane Katrina. I was debating on whether I should stop at a motel or try and get through the downtown area and cross the Mississippi River via the Canal Street Ferry to the West Bank. I wasn't sure that I would be able to connect with some friends who I haven't seen in a dozen or so years.

About a mile (2 km) away from the Industrial Canal bridge, the rear tire went soft. I thought that by buying that thick thornproof innertube in Pascagoula I would have solved my rear tire flats. When I pulled out the tube, I found a small cut instead of a puncture. I checked out the inside of the tire and I found a shard of glass. I was able to put a patch to cover up the cut. I put a patch over the glass shard hole in the inside of the tire as a boot. Instead of putting the thick innertube back into the tire, I put in a regular innertube. I got maybe three quarters of a mile down the road, when that innertube went flat. I found another glass shard in another part of the tire. I patched up this hole and I put the thick inntertube back into the tire.

It was already 3:40 pm and it was getting dark. There was no way that I wanted to cross the high bridge over the industrial canal now. I wouldn't be able to get through the downtown area before dark. I wasn't sure whether I was going to find a place to stay West of the bridge.

I backtracked about a quarter mile to a motel that I had passed. The motel looked decent.I was able to connect with my friends in the downtown area. I was invited to stay over Tuesday and Wednesday. I'm about nine miles away from them. If I think that I can't make it on my own power, my friends would come and sag me to their house.

January 28 : (East) New Orleans, LA to (Carrollton District) New Orleans, LA - 10.86 miles (17.38 KM)

I had a pretty good night. There was one awkward surprise when I looked up at the ceiling after I had gotten Alice into the room. There was a large cockroach hanging from the ceiling. It had to have been over an inch long. I had to use the flag to knock it off and I was able to kill it before it crawled away. I flushed the remains down the toilet. I checked around the room to see if I could find anymore. I didn't. I went to the office to report it. The lady manager from India was surprised about it. She told me that they have regular pest control spraying. She told me that she and the housekeeper had cleaned the room less than two hours before I checked in. She told me that the roach must have gotten into the room during the time that they had left the room open to bring in the clean linen and towels. She told me that if I found any more she would give me a little refund even though there was a sign that they didn't. She also told me that if I had to stay over tomorrow because of the bad weather she would give me a discount of $7.

I was able to connect with my friends in town and they invited me over for tomorrow and Wednesday. I went to bed around 11 pm but I woke up around 4 am again. I left the motel around 8:30 am. The temperature was in the low 40s but it was going to drop into the 30s. I rode over to the high drawbridge over the industrial canal connecting Lake Pontchartrain to the Mississippi River. There was sidewalk but it was kind of narrow. I had to squeeze through a couple of places. I could have tried going across on the main part of the bridge because there was a bit of a shoulder. There were three lanes but two of them were shut down in preparation for the icing tonight. At the top of the bridge, I had to wait a couple of times for the drawbridge section to go up and down a couple. About a mile from the bridge, I stopped at a gas station for some hot chocolate.

The ride to my friends' house took a little longer than what I had expected. There were a couple more bridges to deal with that I hadn't expected. Even with a cheat sheet, I got lost a couple of times. I couldn't tell where North was because the sky was overcast. I got to my friends' house a little after 11 am. The ride that should have been around 8.5 miles (14 km) was a little over 2 miles (3 km) longer.

I hadn't stayed with Erin and Bill since mid-January 2004. Bill had a bicycle accessory and parts store. Alice got placed in the front hallway. I didn't unload her because there wasn't much room. I got put in a front bedroom upstairs. The room was really big and it had 12 foot high ceilings. There was a really friendly orange manx cat that basically lived in the laundry/ bike repair room. The cat was almost 14 years old. Bill and Erin had recently gotten a dog from one of the local pounds. The dog looked like it was part golden retriever but it was supposed to be some kind of cattle dog from the American Southwest. It was a male dog maybe seven months old. It was named Roux (French for the gravy stock in gumbo). Roux like to jump on people and put it's paws on a person's chest and it was also a biter. I had a hard time keeping him off me.

The Winter Storm was supposed to have hit by the afternoon but there wasn't much precipitation. Tonight, the temperature is supposed to get down into the twenties with a hard freeze and tomorrow should be colder than what it was today. It's good that I'm not going to be on the road tomorrow.

January 30 : (Carrollton District) New Orleans, LA to Marrer, LA - 14.15 miles (22.64 KM)

I had a pretty good night. I was able to almost sleep 6.5 hours straight. I had the option of staying over a day but I decided to get going. My friends were going back to work. It didn't take long to get Alice ready because I had her about 98% packed last night.

I left the house a little after 8 am. I walked about a mile and a half to warm up. Somewhere I lost my wool cap. It fell off my helmet some place. I followed the St. Charles streetcar line into the Central Business District. I rode passed the Loyola University campus and Audobon Park. The ride was a little slow because the roads were in poor shape. I had to stop and check out my rear tire. I thought that it was going soft so I put in some more air. I didn't need to add much air because the psi wasn't that off.

I got to the Canal Street ferry landing around 9:40 am. The ferry a little late and was just heading out from the other landing on the other side of the Mississippi River. There wasn't any vehicular traffic. A couple of years ago the ferry became pedestrian traffic only. They had a much smaller ferry on the line. There was a little ice on the ramp. There were just a couple of cyclist getting on the ferry. It wasn't that cold across the river so I stayed outside to stay with Alice because I couldn't put the rear wheel into the bike rack. The rear derailleur hung too low. The ride across to the othe ferry landing in Gretna took about 10 minutes.

The ride up the Westbank went okay. I followed local roads to the bridge over the canal at Harvey. After the bridge, I took the first road to US 90. There was a bike path under the elevated expressway. I didn't feel like trying to go to Raceland in the cold weather. It took me longer than what I expected to the ferry.

I decided to stop at the first motel that I came across. The motel was a little worn down but the room was clean and it looked like there were no roaches. The motel would have been better if there was wifi.

I'm going to have a much better day tomorrow. The low for the night is only going to be in the 40s and the afternoon temperature is going to be in the upper 60s. The wind is supposed to be coming from the Southeast so I might have a tailwind to push me along. I'll be riding to Thibodaux tomorrow. Saturday. the temperature is going to be in the 70s. I'm going to be riding to Morgan City Saturday.

Tomorrow, the temperature should be in the sixties. It might be in the low seventies over the weekend. There is talk of thunderstorms on Sunday.

January 31 : Marrero, LA to Thibodaux, LA - 60.67 miles (97.07 KM)

I had a pretty good night considering that the room wasn't that bad. The room was worn down and there were no security chains on the door. There was a pretty large gap between the door and the door jamb so I pushed a towel in the gap. I went to bed around 11 pm and I slept till around 4 am.

It was a little cool but not as cold as the past couple of nights. I didn't wear my second jacket. I left the room a little after 8 am. I got my $10 deposit back. I followed the bike trail till it ended and then I switched over to riding on sidewalks until I got through Westwego. I stopped at a grocery store to get a loaf of bread and some milk.

Just passed Westwego, a wide paved shoulder started. I decided to stay on US 90 instead of trying to follow some local roads. The shoulder was wide enough so I could stay away from the busy traffic on the divided 4-lane. This section of US 90 still hasn't been turned into an interstate yet. I got about 24 miles (38 km) by noon. In Des Allemandes, I stopped for a break at a gas station. One of the local guys gave directions to a drawbridge because I wasn't able to stay on US 90 because there was a high bridge with no shoulder.

Once I got back on US 90, the shoulder was really rough and cracked. I was having a hard time. I thought that it might have been the rear tire. I took the regular innertube out and put in the thick innertube after I fixed the patch over the glass cut. I finished up the rough section of shoulder right before I got off it and switched over to LA 1 through Raceland to Thibodaux. The ride to Thibodaux went really well. Since I was riding Northward, I had a bit of a tailwind. I was cruising over 11 mph (18 kmph).

I got into Thibodaux around 4:30 pm. I checked out some of the churches but I was pretty certain that I wouldn't find anybody around them being that it was Friday. I decided to stop at a Catholic church. I didn't make it because the rear tire went soft again. I stopped at a gas station across the Catholic church to put the old thin innertube in because the patch that I had put on the thick innertube had failed. There was an air hose so I was able to fix the tire without using my handpump. I didn't get a half block away when the rear tire went flat again. I put one of my largest patches on the thick innertube to make sure that the cut was sealed tight. I had to use my handpump because the auto repair part of the gas station had closed and the air hoses had been put up.

There was a 5:30 pm. service at the Catholic church so I waited for it to end. The sr priest wasn't there and the assistant priest couldn't help me. He did give me directions to get to the police station. It was dark when I headed out to the police station. Along the way, I went passed a motel but it didn't look too safe. I went passed the First Baptist Church. I saw a car at the First United Methodist church. There was an older guy in the office. He came to the door to talk to me but he didn't want to contact his pastor.

It was about four more blocks to get to the police station. I talked with some friendly officers. One of the officers contacted the department chaplain but he couldn't do anything for me. The officer that I talked to went inside to try and get me a couple phone numbers for some of the other churches in the area. It was a surprise to me when he told me that he had contacted a local motel and they were going to let me stay there for free. On the way to the motel, I got turned around a couple of times. I got to the motel around 6:30 pm.

I have about a thirty mile ride to Morgan City.

February 01 : Thibodaux, LA to Morgan City, LA - 31.39 miles (50.54 KM)

I had a pretty good night. I got about 5 hours of sleep. The temperature was warm in the upper 40s so I didn't wear my longjohns or my pullover shirt. I left the motel a little after 8 am. I backtracked through the downtown area to get on LA 20. The ride went okay. About 19 miles down the road the rear tire went soft. I stopped at a gas station. I found out that the patch was leaking. I tried fixing it but I couldn't. I carefully took the old patch off, cleaned up the rubber around the cut, applied more glue, and put on another large patch. The patch held air so I was able to inflate the tire to the proper psi.

The temperature was warm enough in the low 70s. It was warm enough that I was able to take my jacket off. This was the second time that I was able to ride without a jacket this trip. The rest of the ride into Morgan City went okay. I got into the Morgan City area around 2:30 pm. The sky was getting dark. It looked like it might rain. I stopped at a motel that had rates in the upper $30s. I didn't want to try and connect with a local minister through the police station because I remember from past stops in town I didn't have much luck.

I'm going to be staying in town tomorrow for church. The temperature is going to be in the 70s again. There is the chance for thunderstorms.

February 02 : Morgan City, LA to Morgan City, LA - 04.21 miles (06.74 KM)

I had a pretty good night at the motel. I got about 5 hours of sleep. When it got light out, I saw that the parking lot was wet and there was a little bit of sprinkle. I left the motel a little after 8 am. On the way into town, I stopped at a grocery store to get a loaf of bread.

I was able to find the Pharr Chapel United Methodist Church. I got there a little before 9 am. Sunday school was going to start around 9 am. I think that I might have met the pastor before the sunday school class. I got invited to join the Sr adult Sunday school class. I got to share and was invited to do the closing prayer to end the class. I chanted a prayer in Hebrew. This was the fifth church that I was able to speak at for the year.

Before these service, the pastor asked me if I wanted to speak for a few minutes. I was invited to speak at the beginning of the Sharing (Praying) section. The sermon was pretty good. There was communion. The choir took communion first. As the choir was going to the rail for communion, this lady slipped out of the line, shook my hand, and slipped me a green handshake. After the service, three other people slipped me green handshakes. There were several ladies who gave me hugs.

The pastor offered to get me a room at a local motel for the night. He has to go to another church before he can. The pastor would meet me at the motel that I stayed at last night around 12:30 pm. On the way to the motel, I stopped at a grocery store and also at a Wendy's to get some lunch.

February 03 : Morgan City, LA to Franklin, LA - 31.12 miles (49.79 KM)

I had a pretty good night at the motel. I got about 5 hours of sleep. It was really cold outside so I had to get my winter clothes out again. The temperature was in the low 40s and there was a stiff headwind coming from the North about 10-15 mph (16 - 24 kmph). I rode over to the bridge over the Aftachalaya River. The bridge was quite narrow and there was no shoulder. Traffic was light so I was able to walk over it without any problem.

In Berwick, I stopped at a gas station to get some hot chocolate before getting on LA 181. About 19 miles (30 km) out of Morgan City, I got a call from the pastor at the Pharr Chapel United Methodist Church in Morgan City. He had contacted his friend who was the pastor at the First United Methodist Church in Franklin. A room was reserved for me at the Best Western on the Northern edge of Franklin.

The ride to Franklin went okay but there was a really rough section of pavement with a lot of cracks that lasted a couple of miles. I got into the Franklin area around 1:15 pm. I rode through Franklin. Before getting to the motel, I stopped for lunch at a BK and stopped at a Dollar General for a few supplies.

Tomorrow, the temperature is going to be in the 70s again. There is the good chance of getting wet. The rain is supposed to be coming through the area in the afternoon.

February 04 : Franklin, LA to Broussard, LA - 43.09 miles (68.94 KM)

I had a pretty good night at the motel. I got about 6 hours of sleep. It was cold out but I didn't put on my longjohns. The motel had a restaurant on the premises. Instead of a breakfast room, guests went to the restaurant for the breakfast buffet. The buffet was pretty good with a lot of choices and it was nice eating on real plates and using silverware that wasn't plastic.

The sky was overcast and the temperature was in the upper 40s when I got on the road around 8:20 am. According to the weather report, there were going to be some thunderstorms in the afternoon.

From the motel, it was a short ride to the high bridge just South of Baldwin. Traffic was light so I could walk up the long and high approaches to the bridge. I coasted down from the bridge.

In Baldwin, I stopped at the UMCORP Sager-Brown Center. I didn't stay long. I was hoping to maybe stay over and volunteer for a few days. I couldn't. I was told that they didn't allow people to do day volunteerships and they didn't accept individuals. They only accepted groups but you had to apply through their website. They charged $25 per person to process the application, $120 a week for lodging, and $60 a week for meals in their dining hall.

I stopped for a short break at a gas station North of town. I headed North to New Iberia. The ride North went okay. The temperature was supposed to get up into the low 70s but I didn't think that it was going to get out of the upper 50s. Before New Iberia, I went through Jeaneratte. Both of the sugar cane procesing plants were shot down. All of the cane fields that I had gone passed were cut down. The burning of the fields hadn't happened yet.

I got into New Iberia a little before 1 pm. I found the United Methodist. I was hoping to have as good of a reception that I had gotten at the Methodist Church in Morgan City. This wasn't the case. Before I rang the buzzer of the intercom, this car with three older guys pulled into the parking lot. The pastor was possibly waiting for them because he came to the door. The pastor didn't really want to talk to me. He brushed me off by telling me that I should go up to Lafayette because they had a couple of shelters there. This wasn't what I thought was going to happen. Across the driveway of the church was the fellowship hall/ classroom building. There was a sign hanging up inside that said "To Serve and Know G-D". What compassion did the minister give to me? He told me that I should have contacted him in advance and maybe he could have helped me out.

Across the street was the Episcopal Church. I got to speak to the rector. He didn't have any ideas to help me out. The church had a social service program "Solomon House" but it only was open in the mornings. The rector called the lady who was in charge and I was told that there was some kind of men's shelter in town.

I rode over to the main Catholic church a couple of blocks away. The head priest was in the hospital. He wasn't going to be at the church very much longer because he was expected to retire in May. I could have talked with the assistant minister but he couldn't make any decisions. I talked with a guy who did maintenance and an older lady who was the secretary. I was told that the men's shelter wasn't really a shelter. It was a place for guys to stay who were in some kind of rehab program and the place was where they stayed while they worked or were trying to find work. I was told about another Catholic church close by. I went over to the other Catholic church. There was a black priest. I got to speak to the priest. He didn't have any other idea but for me to go to the men's shelter even though it wasn't a real shelter.

I didn't want to invest any more time trying to find another church. I was planning to ride West to Abbeville before heading North to Crowley but Abbeville was too far away for me because I was concerned about the possible thunderstorms. The closest town was Broussard twelve miles to the North. It was a little after 2 pm when I headed out to Broussard. I really tried to push it because the sky was clowding up. About nine miles down the road, I crossed into the outskirts of Broussard. About a couple of minutes later, the sky opened up. The storm was really intense. I didn't like getting caught out in a thunderstorm. There wasn't a place where I could get out of the storm. The rain was so intense that for a little bit I couldn't see anything. I was concerned about getting hit from behind. There was a lot of rain that covered all of the potholes. I hit two of those potholes and I almost crashed.

I stopped at the first gas station that I came across to wait out the storm. I waited about a half hour before the storm went through the area. I rushed into the downtown area. I stopped at the police station. One of the officers gave me directions to a Baptist and a Catholic Church that were close by. Even though it was after 5 pm, I was surprised at finding the pastor at the Baptist Church still in the office. Rev Moug offered to get me a room at a local motel that I had passed instead of letting me stay in the church for the night. He wasn't sure that their insurance would have allowed me to stay overnight in the church anyway. Rev Moug met me at the motel. When he got there, he had a chicken dinner for me (3 large pieces of chicken and some macaroni). Rev Moug paid for the room and also the $20 deposit, which I would get back tomorrow morning. The $20 would become a green-handshake.

The rain might last till around 10 am. The high tomorrow might be in the low 50s.

February 05 : Broussard, LA to Crowley, LA - 35.38 miles (56.61 KM)

I had a decent night at the motel except the heat part of the air conditioning unit stopped working. The room got really cold. I burrowed into covers and I got about 6 hours of sleep. I really layered up because the outside temperature was in the upper 30s. It is only supposed to get into the low 50s during the afternoon but there was a strong wind from the Northeast. I turned everything into the office and I got the $20 deposit.

I left the motel a little after 8 am. It was a really slow ride into Lafayette because of the wind. The wind lessoned up when I turned West on US. 90. The wind turned into a crosswind. Because of the wind, I only got 18 miles (29 km) in by noon. I stopped at a Subway store in Duson for some lunch.

The afternoon ride went okay. Instead of riding passed sugar cane fields, I rode passed rice fields and crawfish ponds. I rode through Rayne, the frog capitol of the world. There were interesting small statues of frogs. It would have been nice to have a camera.

The wind blew me into the lane of traffic a couple of times between Rayne and Crowley. I got into Crowley around 2:45 pm. Crowley is the rice capitol of the world.

I stopped at a Walmart to get a few things. I rode into the downtown area to check out the churches. I stopped at the First Baptist Church. I talked with Rev Clark. He had only been at the church since last October. They were getting ready to celebrate the 125th anniversary of the church so there wasn't any place inside the church. An offer to get me a motel room was made. I was really surprised when I was told that the room was at the Laquinta Inn just North of I-10. On the way to the motel, I stopped at a Taco Bell to get a light meal. I got to the motel around 3:30 pm.

The next trip update should be posted sometime between February 12th and February 19th.



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