What is the eastern boundary of Texas hill country? Someone please tell me.
Last night, we slept in a spot that was muggy and mosquito infested. To survive being outside our tents, we had to be coated in 100% Deet, so by the time I get home, I may have a third eye. We’ve been told that they get worse as we move east from here.
We went to bed expecting rain this morning and were pleasantly surprised that the weather forecast was wrong. The rain never materialized, and I nstead of rain, we had cool temperatures and clouds, but humidity that was off the chart. We were drenched in sweat the entire day, especially when the sun came out of the clouds and it heated up. On a related note, at least 4 of our group have had an increase in leg cramps in the last 24 hours, and we theorize that not drinking enough water in the humidity is the cause.
Today’s route was about 60% bucolic country lanes and 40% highways. Hitting the road at 7:55 AMs, Ed and I pulled out of the RV park with Tim C and Erwin, but they immediately ditched us. So we rode on. Within an hour, we caught up to Joe and Tom R, who were enjoying some extended country lanes.
About half way into the ride, we pulled into the town of Independence, home of Sam Houston and the place where Baylor University got its start.
What’s left standing of the entry to the original Baylor, and what it used to look like back in the day
We spent some time roaming around the “ruins” of former buildings and reading their stories, then stopped for treats at the grocery store–the only historic building that is still in use.
A couple of hours later, we arrived Navasota and Miller’s, the local ice cream place. We needed a break, and ice cream was calling out to us.
I didn’t know how I was going to get Ken and Ed out of that place. They each had a 3-course snack, then Ed started dozing off, then I started sizing off…..that’s when we knew we needed to get back on the road again.
Several dozen long, steep, painful hill climbs later, we passed through Anderson to catch their Confederate monument. How much longer do you think it will be allowed to stand across from the courthouse?
Still more crazy hills later, we pulled into Checkpoint Harley @ Mexican Hill Ranch, our destination for the night. The owners, Doris and Ernie, had two huge ice chests of Gatoraide and water waiting for us under a pavilion, and tables and chairs set up for us to cool off on. This was going to be a great stay.
While I was showering, Cathy and Cindy, two gals who rode the Southern Tiet last year, brought us homemade lasagne and spinach salad for dinner. It was fun sharing stories with them. Then we buttoned down tight for a storm expected to arrive during the night.