Into the Lone Star state

We rode 52 miles to Jasper, Texas.  It was another chilly morning, but the sun was shining.  Alas, the wind was also blowing, mostly into our faces.  Being cold wasn’t my issue, getting too warm and not having the right layers accessible meant that I was pretty sweaty when we arrived, and so cold as soon as I stopped riding.  It’s hard to get this right.  Fortunately the wind, and even a few hills, didn’t bother my legs any.

About five miles before the Texas border, we stopped in a roadside cafe for coffee and delicious hot apple fritters.  As usual, everyone in the place, which was probably 10 people, wanted to know about our trip.  A truck driver even asked our ages and seemed particularly interested and impressed.  After he left, the waitress told us our bill had been payed.  While this hospitality is wonderful, I always notice that all the people in these places are white.  What if we were not?

Entering Texas.  By the end of the day, I wasn’t so sure of “drive friendly.”  The posted speed of the highway we were on was 75 mph, which meant that most vehicles passed us at 85.  Fortunately, the road had a very generous shoulder as well as a rumble strip.

Can you spot the ghost bike in this picture?

Sights along the way.