Day Five Fog

Subject: Day Five Fog

The good thing about the presence of fog is that it is an indication that there is no wind. From our motel rooms, the highway out front was barely visible. The fog looked as though it was there to stay. So we went to breakfast at the motel restaurant knowing we'd probably finish eating well before we would be able to ride.

As we walked out of the restaurant, Peirre was loaded and leaving - headed for San Antonio. Only 100 miles he figured. God knows how to keep you humble. We watched him ride off into the fog.

Mike and I drove the van thru town so we could find the best way thru and check out the fog at the same time. We did both and decided it was time to go. So we geared up and got on the road about an hour late at 8:20a. We knew we had a short day since Sid Allen was going to meet us at Warda. We felt that the windless day, after the fog lifted, would make the 40 mile day a day of rest. We would pass through Scheulenburg and LaGrange before reaching Warda. Then we would load the bikes in Sid's truck and he would transport us to Rockdale.

The reason for the lift from Sid was because Linda and Marilyn had brought us yet another voice saying "don't ride the Warda to Rockdale portion of Hwy 77." Sid, while we were in Refugio, had called me asking if he could help. When I described the need for the lift on Wednesday, he accepted the job. He brought the truck of Rapha  International - a ministry for which both he and Marilyn serve as board members.

Anyway, back to the "day of rest" 40 miles. We kept getting further and further behind. Darrell Plemons and I were both suffering pretty bad with a sore left ankle. Darrell Crow broke a wheel spoke. The road had changed from the glass smooth surface of the day before to a grinding gravel topped  shoulder that was beating us down. But, we kept making slow progress.

At Scheulenburg, we learned that Sid had already arrived in Warda and was waiting there. I suggested we have him just come down and load us up from our current position. It was Darrell Plemons who stood for the idea of riding on. So we mounted up and rode.

The next obstacle was the said-to-be dangerous hair pinned descent into La Grange. Sid had joined up with us so he, Darrell Crow and I drove that portion to check it out. We decided the team would ride - ride we did. It turned out to be the thrill of the whole trip. We came down that quarter mile stretch that has a posted speed limit of 20 mph, in speeds in excess of 30 mph. Hector confessed to screaming like a little girl on a Six Flags ride. There was some talk of going up and doing it again. That was quickly abandoned.

We had lunch in La Grange. We decided it was best to go ahead and load the bikes in the Rapha truck and SAG on to Rockdale. At the motel, in Rockdale, we unloaded the bikes and gear, said our thanks and good-byes to Sid and begin being busy taking care of things that needed attention. Linda Bell was waiting  for us in Rockdale, having gotten Brigitte safely home. She and Marilyn took everyone's dirty clothes to a near by laundry mat. Linda will SAG for us tomorrow. Marilyn will leave after lunc temporarily, to go visit her mom. On we met a lady at the Kountry Inn In Rockdale who Will interview on her radio show - 98.5 out of Rocksale! Today.

Day Five begin in a fog and ended with a clear feeling of having passed the halfway point only by the help of God. And there was nothing foggy about His presence and protective provision.

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