Not willing to let the road time come to an end, we have stopped off and are already planning an escape before we will officially call the summer vacation touring season to an end.
Those long weekend rides are great, but hitting the road for days on end is so addicting, knowing that you can ride all day long and then get up and do it again. Especially love those old two lane roads that go through small towns. I will never get tired of that. Thanks Thumper – for making it happen.
We made our way into
Then I noticed that just outside
of Gatesville 107 branched off of 84 and then turned into
Just outside of Moody,
We will continue this route
tomorrow and eventually pick 84 back up for a bit towards
Thanks to Thumper, Jameson and my buddies at RTM Motorcycles for keeping the Blast on the road!
Up at dawn and riding before the heat of the day is definitely the way to go. By we had already logged half of the days 140 miles.
After riding Park Road 4 and
The photos today were taken at
the Pottery Ranch - “Hwy 281’s Must Stop Mega Shop” in
While the pottery shop provided for a quick rest out of the heat, the old cars next door and the old time Shell station proved to be more interesting.
Tomorrow we start the trek home
looking for those old two lane roads that will take us back to
Happy Father’s Day to my Dad, William, Thumper and all the other Dad’s out there who instill the dream of riding across country on a motorcycle in their little girls. Thanks Dad – I’m still smiling…
Our mileage was relatively small
today, but the smiles were huge. We rode through the small towns of Cypress
It was obvious when we emerged from the tiny little bathroom/changing room that we were out of town tourists. With no shoes upon our feet we crept our way towards the stairs. We found the staircase leading down to the spring and looked at each other with smiles that said “you gotta be kidding me”?
After making it down the stairs we had to try and make it down to the water. All the rocks were big and covered with slippery moss. I kept hearing people tell friends it was best to just sit and slide into the water on your butt. So that is just what I did. After a hot ride and all that work getting down to the water, it was not as cold as I imaged it would be.
The falls are set among the cypress trees and moss covered cliffs. There was a rope to jump off the tallest cliff into the deep pond but I completely content to just sit and soak.
The 75 mile route took us within
15 miles of
Tomorrow we will be riding
Fist we made a quick stop in Luckenbach – “where everyone is someone” or so the sign says . This a town surely built on the tails of a single country-western song by Waylon Jennings and is now a motorcycle hangout and beverage stand. So we stopped for a beverage and then returned to the plan.
1631 out of
For a while it was just a beautiful one lane road that meandered through ranch country. Cattle grades (no pavement, just pipe laid over the road to keep cows from walking from one pasture to another) and the occasional free roaming black angus cow were the only hazards. Then, just around a bend in the road and over a cattle grade the road just sort of stopped. Really stopped.
The gravel I can tolerate. The rumble strips were a little more than the
Blast and I could handle. Barely able to
control the bike over the rough terrain I finally said enough is enough and
begged Thumper to give it up and turn around.
I really did not want to ride back over what I had just ridden, but not
knowing how much more there was ahead, I opted for the turn around. That was a challenge in and of itself. Thumper – that beast made his turn around and
offered to come back for me. That was enough to push me to “get-er-done”, make
my turn-around and head back for the main road.
After looking up the road on the
internet, I am glad we turned around. Had I not been so rattled (pun intended)
I would have thought to stop for a photograph.
We did however get a couple pictures before pavement ended. Even in the middle of the day in the hot sun we still saw a deer. He was right in the middle of that one lane road, but ran into the woods as soon as he saw us coming.
I would highly recommend 1323 for
anyone riding through this part of
We are now in
I would like to send out a hello to new friends we met at
lunch, Corey & Wade riding to the ROT Rally from
You will be riding through and around the canyons on these roads. Steep hills give way to tight twisty curves that suddenly have you heading back down again. They are ranch roads and offer little in the way of comfort stops (i.e. we packed extra gas just in case the Blast couldn’t make the loop, it was a smart decision). There are few guardrails and you must be on the constant lookout for falling rocks and rocks that litter the road, along with the occasional road kill that may block your path.
If you dare take your eyes off the road, the views of the canyon valleys, streams and the occasional ranch house are amazing. There are a few places where you can pull off and snap a photograph, but you are a flatlander like myself, just watch your footing.
Thumper had mounted a video camera to the front of his bike in attempts to capture the ride. Keeping in constant communication through our blue-tooth devices he would warn me of rocks and other debris that littered the road. So when a black object went flying from the front of his bike off toward the canyon wall without a warning from him that it was coming my way – I knew it must be the camera and that he could not have seen it fall. I immediately passed on the bad news and we were off the bikes walking back towards the canyon curve. We found the camera, a little banged up, but obviously not in shape to remount to the bike. This ride will have to live on in our memories and the occasional still photograph I took.
This ride goes out to Glenn and
Glenn, JR and all our friends back at the Hog Pen Saloon in
The sun was still high in the sky
but wild animals were already out making the trip back to
Back at the hotel we took a dip in the pool to cool off, ate and died. It was a long, challenging, glorious day.
Tomorrow, more curves and
Energized by that ton of crawfish
I ate (really, a ton of those little beedie-eyed buggers…) we were up early and
on the road to
The bayou area in and around
Checked into the hotel Thumper
took me out for a stroll and my first taste of The San Antonio River Walk. The first thing I hear is the sound of a
flute from a Native American group playing across the canal, it was almost
surreal. The channel meanders for 2 ½
miles in a circle through downtown with the waters originating from the
We took a ride out of town
looking for the noted twisty roads we had read about and found the Shade Tree
Tavern & Grill in Spring Branch,
Beers at an Irish Tavern and a boat ride later we said good-by to The Alamo and headed further into Hill Country.
I had the roads picked out and
knew exactly where I was going, or so I thought. Sometimes things just don’t always
materialize like you envisioned. We were
headed out of town on US 90 and towards
Although I had the route laid out in my mind from the maps, I had plugged the roads into the GPS to help keep us on track. So when it said turn left on CR 271, we did just that. Barely more than a car-width wide and covered in potholes we crept along going deeper into the cornfields. The potholes became gravel and then it happened. Anyone out there knows me, knows if there are dogs within a ten mile radius I will find them. Two big black mean looking furry creatures that did not like the fact we were riding their farm came right for me. I took my six-shooter out of the holster and the dogs were no longer an issue (OK, so I embellish just a little). Just around the corner from their farm we came across the Old Medina Dam. I know this because when I got to my room I looked the name of the road up, wondering how to tell on my maps when the paved become not so much paved. After taking a photo of the bikes on the bridge we tentatively rode up the hill and the gravel became, well, worse gravel. I had to make a tough decision; gravel or dogs? I chose to brave the dogs and we turned around making our way towards 471 once again.
At 2676 we turned left and
discovered where we would have ended up had I picked the gravel and not the
We have made it to
I miss everyone back home and will be in touch soon.
Bonnie & Erwin – got my first taste of real Texas BBQ today – thanks for all your help in our preparations.
(Editors note: No dogs were harmed in the making of this journey journal; no guns were used and those big black dogs are still protecting their farm.)
Lake Charles, Louisianna
Crawfish Heaven…well, for someone who does not like to eat things that can “look” at her, I gave it my best shot and tried those little buggers. Did pretty well, but try as I might, could not eat the heads. Thump did very well.
Thanks to my cousin Rob Pulver for showing us the beautiful bayshore old side of town and the best hole in the wall place to get crawfish.
A shout out to Aunt Sharon &
Uncle Dan back home, Mom, Sherrie, Eric and all my family back in
We made it to Daphne,
Tomorrow – we will hook up with Rob Pulver, my cousin (Mags) and watch history; Big Brown should take the first Tripple Crown in 30 years.
My love to Amy and Tonia for
taking care of Bonnie and
Hi Mom, Dad, Aunt Sharon and Uncle Dan…Angela, Melanie…..
Dejavu – I think we’ve been here
before, so I will not bore you with the photograph. Getting out of
Actually thought we might make it
Could have been worse. After the medivac chopper left the scene, and the numerous red lights zoomed passed, we were on our way again after just over an hour. We could have turned around in the median, but thoughts of nails and other demons stopped Maggie cold in her tracks, so we waited it out.
Tomorrow we continue on towards