Made this here state park just now and set up camp, ate. Long day, maybe 78 miles.
Left Rayne on 90 but no shoulder. Came back and tried backroads. They were fine but had a dire dog chase with a big ol fast hound and his buddy in close pursuit. Got him in the nose with Halt and watched him go down. It was a close one. Fun, and gratifying.
Backroad route turned sour when I hit a “pavement ends” sign. Finally got back on 90 and rode it all day with a beneficial cross-to-tailwind.
Made several acadian towns, all miserable and depressed. No Justin Wilson jumpin’ around here, no zydeco on the gazebo. It looked like Katrina had come back for seconds and thirds. Dusty and decrepit.
Didn’t stop for lunch, but I did grab a bag of chips at a gas station that was damn near covered in protective bars. A young man there from New York told me about how he and a friend had handcuffed themselves to something (I forget what, exactly) so that they could stay through one of the big hurricanes, but they were cut loose by police.
No shoulder most of the day and a whole lot of honking, but some of it friendly. I can’t believe I haven’t scored a flat in three days now. I’ve been riding over minefields out here.
Lake Charles is a dump. Somehow I criss-crossed it twice looking for something interesting, and it was a dump the whole way.
The park is nice though. Wish I’d remembered
Falling asleep while typing. tired. night y’all.
