Miles Today: 377
Total Miles: 1,099
To read this blog, you would think that not only do we know what we are doing but that everything is going just ‘peachy king.’ Well the truth is that yes, everything is going just fine. I, for one am ever so grateful to have all the really big challenges up front. That way, hopefully. we can avoid much of same traps down the road. Speaking of roads.
Never depend on old memories as a guide to present planning. I lived in Pensacola Beach for a couple of years back in the 60s and on leaving Panama City we were going to have a scenic ride up the coast highway and a nice lunch on the beach. I think it was destine and the traffic was horrible. So, we cut north up to I-10 before my memories of yesteryear were contaminated by today.
We came into New Orleans during evening rush hour. Another big but big mistake. The traffic was so tight and slow that could have used a gas mask and think I left more boot rubber on the highway than rubber from the tires of my bike. Today there was an instant replay of our entry into New Orleans. On I-10 coming into Baton Rougue once again I left more boot rubber on the highway than that the motorcycle left tire rubber.
Then there was the rain. Today was the first day we did not have occasion to put on foul weather gear. Yesterday, was the worst for rain. I mean the worst. This is a photo of our tent area in the morning. As you can see, very tranquil. We are just getting up and figuring out what to do with the day till our talk that evening. Well, the universe had other plans for us that day.
Within an hour, the sunshine was replaced with a horrendous thunderstorm. It was one of those storms that came out of the blue like the monsoons in Vietnam. Spent the rest of the afternoon huddled in my tent doing a massive rewrite on the presentation where I reduction the number of slides to 38. Once, again my karma came back to haunt me. Had a very difficult staying focused on the presentation without intrusive thoughts of how many times I had been under canvous doing any of the 10,000 things a soldier does under canvous or a pauncho in a driving rain.
In spite of all the challenges thrown our way, the presentation was redone, we got clean and showed up at the place ready to go. The theater manager showed up on time as well and opened the place and turned on the air. Then we set up the presentation and no one showed up. I asked him what kind of publicity had been done and he mentioned that his only job was to provide the venue. Lesson learned.
This morning we got up, packed and hit the road. Breaking camp, inspecting equipment, packing for rain and then loading on to motorcycles is not a speedy process. Loads have to packed so that if you are unpacking in rain, the ground cover and tent goes up first. Then everything else goes into the tent and hopefully stays dry. Get sloppy and it is instant disaster at highway speeds. The bright spot was the “mop dancer.” We stopped for breakfast at a Waffle House somewhere West of Baton Rougue. We found this young lady mopping the floors with more grace and elegance than anything done on Saturday Night Fever. If there was a highlight of the day this was it.
This is our one of four days on the road for some maintenance and rest so we stopped at a motel to dry out, do laundry and just catch up on the 10,000 this and thats. The manager was kind enough to let us pull our bikes into the courtyard instead of leaving them out in the street where they can be easily stolen.
There is a lot more that could be said but the one thought that I would like to leave y’all with. There are still a couple of holes in our dance card. Look at the calendar and if anyone would like a presentation along the way, we will be more than happy to do it if we can reach your location. We are on the road but do check our text and phones. You can get me at (352) 222-0006. We are totally self contained and come with our own projector for small groups. Bear in mind this is not about us but the women and children in the jails and prisons of the nation. It will do no good for us to pass through a town and miss an opportunity for someone to get the message and be inspired to do something that will help someone.