It was a great day to ride a bicycle. We left artsy
Navasota after a good breakfast compliments of the Best Western. Naturally, the
dawn has been arriving early as we move east. At 7:15, we moved northeast for
ten miles to the town of Anderson where we picked up Farm Road 149.
Susan was
worried about the lack of berm, but with that amenity lacking, so was the
traffic. It worked very well for us as the road swelled like the waves on a
calm sea. The pastoral setting reminded me of riding through Highland County,
Ohio. The dry earth we have witnessed from San Diego to Del Rio has morphed
into lush, fertile, treed turf. Fifteen miles east of Anderson is the tiny
village of Richards, population, maybe 30. The only obvious business was a
filling station where Susan was parked waiting in the Black Oasis for her two
wandering souls. There was an issue, however. My map showed a shortcut around
Richards. As we approached the town, I sent Sara on the shortcut with
instructions to stop when she returned to the highway. And I added that if she
got lost, she was to return to the spot where we separated. I took the long
route into Richards just in case Susan was waiting in town. She was, at the gas
station. I informed her about the situation and then we both headed for a
rendezvous with Sara. She was not at her spot. Continuing on the regular route,
we finally tracked her down.
Our next stop was New Waverly, some 20 miles along. The
town is located just east of an I-45 exit. For a town of 300, it was a hopping
place. We discovered in short order what
the attraction was. New Waverly is the gateway to Sam Houston National Forest,
with its many recreational opportunities. Midway between the towns of Richards
and New Waverly, the road took us across Lake Conroe on a mile long bridge. We
stopped and took photos.
Through New Waverly and on to Coldspring Susan was
waiting for us in town, parked on the street where we planned the strategy for
that last 15 miles. This diminutive town, roughly the same size as New Waverly,
was also active. The attraction this time was Livingston Lake and the Trinity
River. We left Coldspring on Farm Road 222 toward Livingston on a two lane
berm-less road with everyone else in Texas heading for Livingston too. The
heavy traffic concerned Susan, but we pressed on. The drivers were extremely
courteous and we had no trouble as we entered the Lake region and rode passed
the dam and marina.
As I type this we are driving back to a dry Kerrville,
TX to finish up two links that we bypassed because of weather. It has been
raining in Kerrville for a week straight. We have a 60-mile and an 80-mile day
before we return to Livingston to continue on to the Atlantic. Stay tuned.
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| Picket fences on US 150, reminiscent of Lexington, KY |
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| Livingston Dam and the Trinity River |
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