Battenning Down the Hatches

All in a Day's Work: Derrik dropped his bike and scored a wicked imprint from his chain ring during a four dog attack today.

80 miles of hilly riding and into camp by 4pm. We set up our tents to dry them off from the heavy dew of last night and immediately started talking about the weather. Our camp for tonight is an RV park about 7 miles south of Vanderville, pretty much at sea level. Associated with the RV park is a locally famed restaurant and Blues club called The Shed where, we're told, BB King once played. This is where we retired for dinner.

It is a very odd feeling to be speculating about impending hurricanes while chugging beers at The Shed in balmy bliss; but Hurricane Ida is coming, and its serious. Depending on the forecast(er), there will either be 2" of rain or we will all be wiped from the face of the earth. Take your pick. But lounging around after closing, with a pitcher still to go, the end of the world seemed a very abstract concept.

Tomorrow we have a reservation at a motel in Bayou Le Batre (where Forrest and Bubba had their shrimping operation) which is a few miles west of Mobile Bay. The eye of the hurricane is forecast to be in Mobile Bay at 10pm tomorrow evening. So there are a number scenarios at this point: if there is an evacuation order for this area we might be cycling at top speed back the way we have come, or we will be staying here holed up in the RV park rec center waiting it out, or we will be riding east to visit the Bubba Gump Shrimp Company. Sleep now, worry tomorrow.

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