It’s 9pm. It’s 92 degrees. At 7:00 tomorrow morning it will have dipped down to a balmy 85, only to hurtle back up to 100 by noontime. Dry heat, you say? We’ll see.
It rained hard all night and this morning brought thunderstorms. Again we were lucky to have indoor accommodations. It continue to rain through breakfast. Drunk Bob, our weather app, predicted possible clearing around 1 o’clock, which meant we’d have to fit 60 miles into six hours to get in before dark. Doable, but not preferable. At around 1015, after much standing around, adjusting layers and stretching, we set off. It stayed cloudy but dry. We were thankful for that small mercy as it was chilly. The ride took us across our first bridge of the day. This time it was to cross the Atchafalaya river. From there it was a route of back roads with light traffic. The sun kept peeking out, promising warmth and we were soon peeling layers. I saw some interesting things along the way. This group of cows had loose wattles and humps like camels. This church had a no trespassing sign on one of the doors. Just like Jesus said we should do. And this is the machine that cuts th...
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