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.