Today, we got buzzed so closely by a semi that we both went off the road, and then some nice people gave us free fruit, and then a guy in a Jeep honked at me and yelled “F#%* yeah!” So it was kind of a mixed bag of emotions.
I don’t know what it is about truck drivers carrying wood chips to the Georgia Pacific plywood plant in Bon Wier, Texas, but I know four of them passed me in the past three days and left about three feet of air between me and a headstone. Two of them were today, just as we were about to leave Texas. Thanks, guys, appreciate it.
And then we crossed the Sabine River and rolled into Louisiana, and met Pete and Dee Fields, who just recently decided to have their natural produce store open from noon to 3 p.m. on Wednesdays. We stopped in at 2:30, and Dee refused to let us pay for any fruit. Then we had about as much fun talking to two people as you can have in 30 minutes. Pete and Dee grow just about everything on their farm south of Merryville, Louisiana, and don’t use chemicals. Dee said, “I grow enough for the bugs to have some, too.” Pete and Dee are like a little Whole Foods on the side of Highway 190, except there’s no marketing, and they’re not trying to make money off anyone.
Our 70-mile-plus days aren’t feeling too bad in the flatlands of east Texas and Louisiana. Hopefully this terrain, and fair weather keeps up. And my arches don’t blow out, and my ass holds up. We estimate we have 16 days left now.