Why Texas is Green

When lying in a tent light rain sounds like heavy rain, and when the rain really does get heavy, you start wondering if Noah is going to show up. That's what it was like all last night. By morning there was a 1/2" of standing water surrounding the tent - I was still dry and cozy inside though. And then as if on cue, at 6:30am the rain stopped. Packing a wet tent is OK, however bundling sticky mud in with it is just plain gross.



Starting out, the road through the countryside into Austin was heavily trafficked, narrow and winding. The meager shoulder was broken up and pot holed making it more treacherous than riding in the carriage way. The wind was blustery and the sky threatened more rain, but other than that it was a very nice ride. We have passed through three lovely quaint towns: Blanco yesterday, Wimberley and Buda today. Sweet.



In Austin we are staying at the Rodeway Inn, 2900 I35, Austin, TX which is one or two steps down from the mud-soaked field we stayed in last night. Yes, two steps down. We went out to first-dinner at the Ironworks BBQ, then second-dinner on the rooftop bar of the Dizzy Rooster. Austin is the live music capitol of world, where the saying goes you can hear both types of music: Country AND Western. We heard played neither but the bands we saw rocked the house. Double sweet.

We lost a another rider today. She just decided to continue the trip, but on her own.



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