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Day 43

Woke to the sound of rain!!!!  Rain !! Rain!!! Rain!!!! . . . for the next 5 days. Today was 80-100% depending on the local location. Only 30, of the 315 riders, rode today, the rest taking the buses and sags into Lafayette.  Denver Tom and I chose to ride.

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Finally saw, close up, one of the rigs used to harvest the crawdads . . . big motor that powers . . .

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. . . a hydraulic motor. The fins on the paddle wheel are only 4-8 inches long. They put up a heck of a plume as they are motoring around the ponds.

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In between the raindrops I was able to take a few photos including this pile of stuff lined up outside a couple of double wide trailers . . .

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. . . that also had another personal helicopter . . .

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. . . some people REALLY have their priorities right!!!!

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Not sure what this guy was doing with this Minuteman missile out in his front yard. Maybe he can see Russia from his deck!!!

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Another species listed . . . have seen a lot of these poor feller’s, but most were not ‘photo presentable’!

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Interesting, folks build their houses down here, even newer ones like this, on cement pilings. No basements, so I guess this is the construction method of choice. Could make it easier to ‘re-level’ a house if it gets out of whack.

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They say all roads lead to Rome . . .

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. . . sort of a theme going on here!!

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First gauge like this we have seen since mid TX . . .

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I’m not sure this ‘dillo was actually hit . . . he may just be sleeping it off after a long night of partying, thus the Mardi Gras beads.

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Some people in LA are doing just fine . . .

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The ride, for those of  us who rode, ended in Scott, LA.  I was the first one in!!!!  No food available because the buses and vans were busy ferrying people and bikes to Lafayette, so I decided just to ride another nine miles to Lafayette. Only 170 feet of elevation gain today, stretched over 49 miles. This crossing over the interstate probably accounted for 40 feet of it!!!

Tomorrow we are back on route to New Roads, LA. 100%  chance of rain!!!!

Day 7

A quiet night for all but John and Diana who ended up having the largest room that also accommodated a huge spider and a bat that flew in through the window. The rest of us . . . slept like babies. After breakfast we bid Sonia and Mike a goodbye, boarded our motor coach and headed towards Dinan, a medieval town we would explore on the way to our next overnight town, Saint Malo.

emJay’s leg starting to ‘turn color’ after her meeting the ditch because of her handlebar failure!

 

Today we would also pass from Normandy into Brittany. The terrain became more rolling the color of the stone much darker and where are over 200,000 Brittany residents who still speak their native language.

Dinan is one of only three cities in France that still has the remnants of a walled city. Very interesting.

Our guide, Brenarda, was full of information and spoke perfect English.

One of two churches in the old walled city . . .

The original ‘hurdy gurdy’ man Donovan sang about. He turns a handle on the right of the hurdy gurdy that creates the wind necessary to power his music.

Many of the original homes in the walled city still exists with their timber framed structured.

Shopkeepers lived in the back of their shops and would have shutters on the front of their building that would open to display their wares. Customers came to the windows to buy and trade.

Very steep and curvy streets in the old city. Would be quite a ride on a bike!

I would have liked to take this old rig for a spin.

A 2014 version. An electric bike the FRA post office uses to get around in the city. Nice!

The French take their cats and dogs EVEYWHERE and they are well trained. Here a cat waits for the local bus to take it home OR is it waiting for a few crumbs to fall from the woman’s lunch. In typical cat fashion it’s hard to read their intentions!

After the tour we walked to the local market and had lunch. The plan was to bike away from Dinan at 1:30pm to Saint Malo. The bikes and van were on the edge of the city because they could not get into the city center with the trailer. It was 12:30pm, we had had lunch and many of us decided to walk to the van early, get set up, and sit at a nice sidewalk café for a little latte and sweet. Ended up the trailer was in a parking lot with no cozy cafe nearby BUT the seaside port of San Malo was only .9 of a mile away. So . . . we biked for 3 minutes, stopped and settled in for a nice cup of coffee and sweets!!!!

Heading down the hill to the port of Saint Malo.

A Kodak moment.

A great place for a well deserved break after riding less than a mile!

Why is this woman so happy . . .

. . . here’s why!

Two happy and full riders . . . now where is that sag wagon!!!

Those living in Normandy and Brittany have a wide assortment of cuisine options and love their chocolates . . .

. . . some more than others. We are resolved: No more stops every mile for goodies!

From there it was through the rolling countryside of Brittany and onto Saint Malo . . .

. . . but not before stopping at and ancient Druid ruin known as the ‘giants tooth’. Only one of them here but evidently there is another location in FRA where there are hundreds up them all line up in a straight row, constructed 30,000 year BC.

Time for a quick visit into a local church along the way.

Now lets see  . . . do in fact all roads lead to Saint Malo?

Typical Brittany use of color.

A circuitous route through Saint Malo brought us to Le Grand Hotel des Thermes, a 175 room spa hotel located right on the ocean. A five star hotel, we felt a little out of place as we walked into the reception area in our biking kit. But we soon discovered many patrons walking around and wearing in the hotel supplied robes to visit the spa. Funny . . . especially at breakfast!!

An urban bike trail with nice plantings along the way.

Nice digs at the Grand Hotel . . .

Best shower we have had so far. . .

Bath was equipped with everything one needs!!!

Some walked down to the ocean, some went to the spa and swam in the ocean but soon we were all prepared for dinner and taxied down to the old part of town for a lovely diner where the vino flowed freely.

Salad course . . .

Soup course . .

Poached salmon with French lentils

The flan with sea-salt infusion caramel went too fast to even get a photo of it!!!!

The family out for an evening walk . . . al least, some were walking!

Back to the Grand Hotel and a good nights sleep.

. . .zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Day 44

We woke to rain and as you can see from the graphics below  . . .  rain was the order of the day . . .

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Going to be wet for the next week. Hope we don’t grow gills!!! Barb headed out today, as did Brian and Karen.  We will miss them!!! We are back to the core group and we are heading northeast. We’ll be veering off the ACA trail for several days in order to break up some of the 90+ mile days we would have had. After our break in New Orleans we need to get back in riding shape again!!!

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Finally the rain slowed a bit, so at 9:30am and it was time to finally pack up and make a dash for it. 1/2 mile down the road one of our gang wiped out around a flooded corner!!! Road rash, a couple of scrapes on the leg but luckily no head or other injuries. However, the derailleur hanger was bent so it meant an emergency run to the local bike store for a quick repair.

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Soon it was time to duck in for some lunch . . . I had a pastrami sub . . . about 1/2 pound of meat!!!

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Oh yeah . . . there were a few challenges on the ride today, besides the rain. ACA lays out their routes for various reasons, one which is safety. We are off the route. Here is a bridge we had to cross that at least had a shoulder. Five miles down the road there was a 4 mile long bridge over a bayou with NO SHOULDER. Quite dangerous, so a call was made to the local Sheriff’s department who provided an police escort across the bridge. NICE!!!! Hopefully we will not have anymore surprises like this for the next 3 days. Once we get to Dauphin Island, we are back on route!!!

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Speaking of route . . . when we came to the Mississippi River in New Roads,  there was a Mississippi River Trail sign. The route starts in MN and follows the river all the way to New Orleans which is just south of us. Fun to see the sign . . . a nice memory from home!!!

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Went to eat tonight at Satterfield’s where we were introduced to Omar . . . a local legend!!!

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Denver Tom couldn’t pass up the five for 7 dollar special!!!!

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The name of the game tonight . . . try to dry things out. 80% change of heavy rain tomorrow morning  (1-2 inches) . . . then tapering to thunderstorms. Batten down the hatches!!!!

Day 8

A wonderful breakfast in a wonderful hotel got us ready for a wonderful day of riding. Another blue bird sky day with full sun and very little wind. It has been like this the whole trip! As Luc and Adele have been telling us it rained on and off for most of the last two weeks before we arrived. We really lucked out.

Our last day of riding would take us through the Brittany countryside with several stops along the way AND a beach lunch of fresh oysters . . . harvested from the seas this morning.

We were soon on our way. 

Bill leads the herd out of town.

Charlie is drawn to anything that is yellow and says CAT. Of course he did spend a whole career with the company.

In a short time stopped at the Jacques Cartier museum where we viewed a very informative movie regarding his settlement of Canada and the area that eventually became the United States.

The humble beaver. Wonder if the species ever realized what an important part they played in the discovery North America. It was interesting to view history from another perspective other than our own!! I’m sure the truth lies somewhere in the middle!

From the museum we headed to a beautiful point where we stopped for a snack and a few photos. The island is owned by founder and owner of the French version of Amazon. His version must be just as successful!

. . . mmmmmm, wonder if it is for sale.

Carla helped Adele get the goodies ready.

 

. . .Adele had purchased some of Carla’s favorite cookies, a taste she acquired when she was a college student in France.

Our happy group.

Then . . . it was on to Cancale for a rest and oceanside oyster fest. We had a while to explore the village.

The Queen was in town this afternoon. Here is her Bentley she keeps in France for when she visits. Nice. Say Jeeves, can we get a ride up the hill?

Many never really got used to the ‘joint’ bathrooms. Many times there is a Women’s stall and Men’s stall with doors, as there is here on the right, and a urinal area right out in the middle. Oh those French!!!

Here is a fishing version of the WWII Duks we have in the Wisconsin Dells. Fun to watch him drive around the beach and then putter off to sea!

The tide was definitely going out during our visit to Cancale.

Wonder if this jellyfish stings?

While we explored, Adele laid out a wonder spread of goodies and Luc did a great job of introducing us to Brittany’s fresh oyster cuisine, by bringing dozen after dozen.

We were hungry and fixin’s of cheese, olives, bread, chips, wine and hard cider slid down as easy as the oysters did.

Don’t forget the bread with Brittany salted butter!

John, our two fisted, two bottled sommier.

Ruth has some of each!!!

Charlie hits the appetizers first . . .

While Luc visits his favorite oyster stands.

Sitting on the seawall. Bring those oysters on!

Adele making sure everyone gets some chocolate too.

Oh boy!!!!

Luc explains to emJay the finer points of ‘slurping down’ your first oyster . . .

Bottoms up!

A double whammy!

Adele FINALLY decided to try her first oyster on this trip with us. How did it all turn out . . .  go here to see the video!!!

All too soon it was time to hit the road and wind our way back to Saint Malo. We had to climb back out of the port to the highland and we all thought the oysters swimming around in our tummies gave us a little extra boost! The sun continued to shine as we pedaled through village after village, fields of lush produce and LOTS of cows!

The herd gathers for one last roundup in the parking lot . . .

. . .   fills up on water

. . . and climbs up from the seaside village of Cancale to high ground.

The group fragmented into several clusters, some riding back in the van. emJay and I ended brought up the rear, stopping to take photos and enjoy the countryside. Soon John joined us and the three of us biked the last half hour into Saint Malo. We were riding slower and slower and slower trying to drag the last day of riding out as long as we could. The great countryside, small villages with their narrow roads, the friendly local folks on the streets who ALWAYS greeted you with a “Bonjour”, the animals, farm fields, streams, rivers and estuaries we passed during the week all flashed through our minds and wouldn’t let go.

Remnants of German WWII fortifications?

Nice place along the way . . .

One last photo from the trail . . .

But . . . the inevitable finally caught up with us and we entered the ‘burbs of Saint Malo and finally arrived at our hotel. The riding part of our trip had ended.

Home Sweet Home . . .

Time to take off the bags, pedals and saddles and load the bikes on the trailer one last time for us.

Everyone got cleaned up and packed up and went exploring but reassembled on the veranda  6:30pm for cocktail. As I was leaving the room I looked out through our open window (no screen) and a saw a seagull sizing up our room. Thinking of John and Diana’s experience with the bat I thought this guy was looking for an entree into our room to see what we had to eat. Closed the window!

We all had a lovely time on the veranda overlooking the ocean, snacking and drinking ‘al fresco’.

Next it was time for our private dining room, more vino and piano music while we dined . . . and did we eat!!!!

But before we did we had to solve the sect of Charlie’s spoon. . . for the answer of the notch . . .check with Charlie!!

Appetizers . . .

Entrees . . .

Desserts . . .

John volunteered to give the ‘end of the trip’ speech and did a great job . . . tip envelopes were passed to Luc and Adele . . .

Nice words were shared by our two guides . . .

A few more glasses of wine and café were had . . . and before you know it, time for bed. On to Mont Saint Michel tomorrow!!!

Day 45

Woke at 5:00am. No Rain!!! Checked the weather app on my phone . . . said drizzle at 5:30am . . . they sort of got it right. At 5:45am it started raining . . . another wet day. Denver Tom and I went downtown to eat breakfast while the rest at cereal in their room. By the time we were done eating at 8:00am, we were fueled and ready to go. We headed out. The forecast was for rain all day with most of it between noon and 4:00pm. Needed to get some miles under out belts before noon!

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Right out of town, I came to another BIG bridge. Thought I had made a wrong turn north and was in Mackinaw City!!!!

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. . . at least there was a good shoulder.

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. . . got to the top, the rain had slowed so stopped for a few pics . . .

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. . . Old Man River, the mighty Mississip! I turned to take another shot and there was a light so bright I thought I was on my way home . . . but it was lightning, followed by a deafening set of booms . . . I packed up the camera and got off the middle of the bridge . . . just as it starting pouring again!

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By the time I got to Slaughter, LA I needed a little second breakfast  . . .why not stop at the Home of the PawPaw burger!!!

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Audra was on duty, running the whole place herself, thus the Superwoman shirt! Ends up a PawPaw burger is double meat patties, several kinds of cheese, bacon and some other meat I can’t remember. I settled for a egg, sausage, biscuit . . . not lunchtime yet!!!

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I had not more left Slaughter and the rain started again, and continued for another 40 miles to Amite, our home for the night. Did see this guy along the road. The roadside samples of this species seem to be getting bigger!!!! We have eaten several appetizers with legs about this size . . . tastes like chicken!!!! Looks like he is smiling . . . must have had a nice thought at the moment of impact!!!

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Nice place . . . reminds me of the bike trip Smoochie and I took to Normandy, FRA last fall!!!

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Wrong turn south???? . . . Bamboo Forest!!!!

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. . . Amen!!!!

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Really wanted to pull into this private cemetery and see what the dates on the headstones might have been compared to the age of this behemoth!!! Posted private property though, so I didn’t enter.

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Just before I rolled into the Comfort Suite in Amite, dreaming of the HOT shower I needed, I saw this place that gave a whole new meaning to the phrase many  Caribbean resorts use, ‘outdoor shower’ !!!!

Thirty minutes later having showered, and eating cheese, crackers and drinking Pinot Gris . . . the world seemed pretty good again!!!! Good thing there is a WalMart across the street . . . I need more vino!!!

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but . . . looking ahead to where we are going tomorrow . . . notice a pattern here?????

Day 9

Today would be our last day in the Brittany countryside as we began our travels back to Paris.

The breakfast room of the hotel facing the sea . . .

Quiet on the beach in the morning and a great place or a nice walk . . .

. . .especially with your pooch!

All slept well last night after the big Good-Bye dinner . . . and no headaches in the morning!! After a filling breakfast and a few last goodbyes with Adele and Luc it was into the motor coach and our two hour ride to Mont Saint Michel.

We met our guide Bernadette who gave us a VERY informative walking tour thought the village and abbey. The tides play a huge part in the history of the mont and helped hold of the British who for 30 years tried to capture the island.

What a setting for a romantic hot air balloon ride . . . leave it to the French!

The estuary that played such an important part in keeping the island walled city French, instead of English. You can see the new causeway being built to the isle and in the distance the dam that traps seawater behind it at high tide and is, at  low tide, released to ‘flush’ the sand that is pushed in by the tide back out to sea.

Our walk out to the village.

This may be the ‘skinniest’ street I have ever walked up!

The French love their puppies and take them EVERYWHERE . . . but they are not allowed in the abbey!

One sad puppy . . .

. . .  and another.

And how did the monks get all their provisions up into the abbey . . . by using this human powered ‘rat cage’ It took 6 monks walking inside the wheel to pull the provisions up the side of the mountain on a sled.

Here is the outside track.

Today, the island it receives over 3 million visitors a year. It’s VERY pricey to stay in the village and the Madame Poulard restaurant is still selling the famous three egg omelet for 39 EU. Let’ see that’s 13EU and egg, twelve eggs in a dozen, 1EU=$1.3 , you so the math!!!

This would have been a great place to stay with  GREAT VIEW!

All too soon it was time to climb back into the motor coach and our driver Bernard began our final leg of our trip back to Paris. Four hours late we arrived at our hotel, the Relgais SPA located near Charles de Gaulle Airport.

It was time for one last gathering in the bar for a few drinks and reminiscing about our trip.

The herd dispersed to three or four restaurants and took care of final travels plans. Charlie and Becky would be heading to Provence, Ruth ant Bob to Antwerp, Fernando and Carla were staying over an extra day in Paris and the rest of us would be winging our way back to MSN via Chicago.

FINAL THOUGHTS: coming soon . . .

Day 46

The Weather Channel said 70 percent change of rain today . . .  but we lucked out. We are moving, the clouds are moving, the storm cells are moving, hopefully all in a different direction like they did today. Not a drop on our heads before we got to Poplarville, MS our home for the night!!!!

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As I rolled down the highway, I heard a locomotive horn, but hadn’t seen a track or train. Ends up it was blasting from the truck pulling this double wide trailer, ‘advising’ me to move to the side of the road. There was a truck coming from the other direction and there was not room for all three of us!!!!!

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As soon as I moved over, the truck coming toward us moved over, and as the double wide moved back over the fog line, one of the tires blew when it hit the rumble strip. Déjà vu all over again!!! There was a loud bang and what looked like liquid spewing from the tire. The truck vanished over the hill and by the time I climbed the hill, it was sitting at the bottom of it. The driver was directing traffic and three assistants’ . . .

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. . . were, like an Indy pit crew, under the trailer changing the tire.  I asked the driver if he had the same air horn as a locomotive and he said, “Yes, It tends to get peoples attention!” Five miles down the road I saw their pilot vehicle go by me, I was coming up to a bridge and there was not room for the tow of us, so I pulled over on the shoulder and gave them a big wave as they blasted by!!!

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With all the rain the last three days, the USGS water level sensing stations positioned on all the rivers must be getting a workout. Lots of flashflood warnings. Luckily the flooding has not been an issue for us.

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Local logging operation. mmmmmmmmmmm . . .I wonder if they know about Water based Best Management Practices.

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Dead turkey vulture. Must be an adult because of the red head. Not it’s lucky day. After seeing, this I noticed that most of the vultures I saw the rest of the day had black heads . . . juveniles????

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Oh yeah . . . Gina will be stopping at this in Bogalusa!!!!

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About a week ago, I stepped in a red ant hill when taking a photo and quickly had ants climbing my legs and and biting me. Today I had a flat. Gina and Paul stopped to help, I bent down to pull out the tube, put my foot off the pavement and stepped into a mound like this. OUCH . . . Gina came to the rescue by spraying my leg with her water bottle to blast the ants off my leg!!!!

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Yikes . . . this was a problem for someone!!!!!

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Yippee . . . another state under our belt. On to Mississippi!!!

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Interesting businesses right on the state line . . .

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. . . and another one. Not a real great welcome to Mississippi . . .

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However, they are trying to do the right thing with litter . . .

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. . . except some of the folk evidently don’t know what to do with their empty ‘dads!!!!

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. . . I was getting hungry, wonder if there are any morsels left in them critters?????

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Nice place here in Mississippi, with their own pond  . . .

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About 1:30pm, we arrived in Poplarville, our home for the night. We have two cabins, with three rooms in each. This was the boys house . . .

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Nice living room . . .

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TommyH’s room . . .

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. . . my room.

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This was the girl’s house. Denver Tom was the last boy in, so he ‘won’ the honor of the third room in the girl’s house. They would not let Tom, Paul or me in the house . . . so NO PHOTOS!!!

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Bubba’s Pampered Peddlers are in Poplarville tonight, too. 43 peddlers, that started 6 days behind us in San Diego, and our groups finally meet up . . . some of us in this old time drugstore soda fountain. Two LARGE scoops of Praline Pecan Ice Cream . . . $1.64!!!! Their gang is staying in the Hurricane Evacuation Center tonight, not because there is a hurricane coming but because they have been camping in the rain for 4 days!!!!

Merlefest – 2014

MARCH PLANNING SESSION

Another cold March weekend and another excuse for a  Merle Fest planning session. Although at this bash the Merle Fest discussion only lasted about 5 minutes! Mostly just an excuse for neighbors, and Naber, to get together for a surprise shopping excursion to the new HyVee store  and to enjoy homemade grille flatbreads!!!  The evening finished with the presentation of a traditional Maris Gras celebration pastry, the King Cake. The story goes whoever gets the piece with the plastic  baby baked in it will have guaranteed good luck for the coming year. Nobody got it on the first go around and everyone was too full to try a second time! Good luck to all!x

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FEBRUARY PLANNING SESSION

Of course every great adventure starts out with some planning . . . and what better way to do that than over a yummy meal on a cold February winter night. Top that with a cerebration of Charlie’s 60th birthday and it became a night to remember ( for those of us who were sober enough!)

John and Dianna opened their home for the Friday Night Porch night and away we went . . .

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The spirits, both physically and spiritually, flowed like water as we nooched away.

 

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emJay enjoys a little goat loaf sandwich!

 

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We celebrate Charlie’s 60th Bday and the twentieth anniversary of emJay and Ricks’ FIRST DATE!

 

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And why confine ourselves to discussion of only one adventure. A trip to Cuba is being planned as well as a possible all woman team heading to RAGBRAI this summer!

 

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And of course what would be a birthday party without a cake?

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Becky’s yummy TRIPLE CHOCOLATE CAKE

 

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A ‘representative’ number of candles

 

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Click video to see the GREAT event!!

Day 47

Since we had two cabins last night, with full kitchens, we decided to eat in rather than going out. The girls bought all the fixin’s for spaghetti with meatballs, and since the boys had the bigger kitchen, Chef Tomas was called into action . . .

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. . . here he is supervising Sous Chef, Paul, during the preparation of the tapenade to spoon on the broiled French bread, also  topped with extra virgin olive oil!!!!

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BIG salad . . . enough to feed an army. We still had one bag left!!!!

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. . . let’s eat!!!

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a great meal and there were certainly enough for second or thirds. Some ate left overs for breakfast . . .

You cannot have a great meal with out a little entertainment! Click the video above to see what it was all about!!!!

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. . . full tummies, full night of rest . . . and a sky full of clouds when we woke this morning. 70% change of rain in Ocean Springs, our home for the night, 68 miles down the road!

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One last check for stuff in the room and in the closet . . . shhhhhhhhhhh . . . some were still sleeping!!!!

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mmmmm . . . one thing we have not seen so far on the trip is Crocodile wrestlin’ . . . maybe there is still a chance. They are tasty little devils!!!!

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VERY heavy overcast, mist and high humidity as we rolled on down the road . . . and even a few hills. Nice change of pace from all the flat we have been encountering the last week or so.

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as the saying goes, ‘dust to dust’. This piece of paradise is gradually returning to dust again!!!

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let’s see . . . what’s that other saying,  ‘measure twice . . . cut once’ ?????????  Little long here!!!

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The morning line up . . . from the curiosity displayed, not too many bikers come along this way. Lots of dog’s today. I was riding with Gina and Tom. As the pooches’ would come out to greet us, some more enthusiastically than others, Tom in a VERY commanding voice would tell them to go home. Most actually turned around and ran back to their homes!!!!!

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New flowers along the way today . . .

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Here was a little place about half the size of the ‘Sunday Houses’ we rented several weeks ago. Might be a Mon-Fri version!!!!

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Another persons dream to ‘live out in the sticks’. Of course, the first thing one does is cut down all the trees in order to make a lawn . . .

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. . . must be quite an operation lining everything up and leveling both pieces!

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The last 15 miles of the day were on Hwy 67. It actually had a nice paved shoulder designated as a, ‘Bike Lane’. The road surfaces today were wonderful, with very little traffic. Perfect riding day!

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All the rain has made these gazebos, ‘down by the river’, a little soggy for outdoor seating.

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Here was where we were supposed to stay tonight in Oceans Springs . . . looks like a little fire problem . . .

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Instead, we are staying at a Studio 6, Extended Stay, the ‘boutique’ version of a Motel 6 and owned by the same parent company. Here’s one of the residents vehicles. Either it is an EXTREMELY low, low rider, the air shocks are shot or the tires are low!!!!

Lucked out again today . . . not a drop of rain!!!! Yippee!!! Tomorrow we head to Dauphine Island for another mini-vacation!!!

MSN to Scottsboro, IN.

Its going to be GREAT music, GREAT friendship, GREAT food and drink and supposedly GREAT weather.

Last year we all flew into Wilkesboro and it was sort of a hassle transporting all of our camping gear via FEDEx and on the plane. Being retired, I volunteered to drive everything down and meet the others, who will fly in like last year SANS gear. Charlie will make the drive back with me to MSN.

Neighbor John volunteered the use of his pickup so with a ,”college dorm move” size UHaul trailer rented, I am on the way to North Carolina with all of our gear.

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The drive though CHI was the usual parking lot, seems like it is no matter what time of day, but soon I was in BEAUTIFUL Indiana, flat, and brown at this time of year.

As I went further south though, the crabs were starting to flower. NICE!

Tooling down Interstate 65, I saw the two highlights of the day. Ahead I could see a vehicle that I instantly recognized, being from MSN, and notice one of its tail lights was burned out.

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One of the fleet of Wiener mobiles from Oscar Mayer!

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Go Dog One!

At the same time I was passing through highlight number two, the MASSIVE wind farm generator near Wolcott, IN. Makes our 8-10 generators out by Dodgeville look like child’s play.

“The 500 MW Meadow Lake Wind Farm is a wind farm near Brookston and Chalmers, Indiana, spreading over portions of WhiteJasper, and Benton Counties in Indiana, owned and operated by EDP Renewables North America.[1] The wind farm is undergoing construction in phases, and could eventually reach a combinednameplate capacity of 1000 MW with over 600 wind turbines.[2] The farm can be seen by travelers prominently on both sides of Interstate 65, which runs through the area.” 

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Go here to see the stunning movie. And yes, that is Leo LePorte, THE Tech Guy, on the podcast you hear in the background. Leo accompanied me all the way to Scottsboro, my home for the night, located just north of Louisville.

A hearty steak dinner at the bar of the Roadhouse with a bunch of construction  guys, my age, made for an interesting evening. And . . . too many beers! By 6:30am their fleet of 15 pickups were all gone. Not sure how they do it everyday. Must sleep all weekend!

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. . .  and Happy Belated Earth Day . . .  don’t miss this video. It’s not nice to fool Mother Nature.

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Click here to see video.

Go here to see the 2014 lineup: www.merlefest.org