ride today takes me straight north along the interstate, getting me to
Oklahoma as quickly as I can. Without the camping gear
on the back seat the bike is quicker than
usual. In fact, itís
downright nimble and feels very light.
I sent the gear back home, as itís almost November and the
only place left I had thought of camping, Great Smoky Mountains
National Park, will probably be freezing by the time I get there.
miles today just roll on and on, with little to remember along the
way. But the weather
gives me something to think about.
Threatening skies surround me and I prepare for rain with each
click of the odometer. But
magically, the rain somehow avoids me.
I ride through sections where the road is still damp from a
passing shower, but I just missed it.
Somebody up there still likes me.
I wonder how much longer this can last.
Riding for 42 days without getting rained on has to be some
kind of record.
I had hoped to get to Chickasaw National Recreation Area, just off the highway in Sulphur, before they closed for the day. Iíd like to get the stamp and Iíve been racing to get there while someone will still be around. Iím guessing the headquarters are open till 5:00 PM. But when I roll up at 4:50 the place is closed. Damn It! They closed 20 minutes ago, and Iíve got no choice but to skip the stamp or call it a day. It will be dark soon anyway, so I drive back through town to the only decent motel around and get a room. The Super 8 is okay, but compared to The Driskill itís a homeless shelter. My sleeping arrangements have taken a giant leap downward. The town is a bit of a culture shock as well, compared to last night in Austin. Itís Halloween, but there are more ghosts around than trick-or-treaters. This place is dead.
the Driskill was another matter.
I knew Iíd be in Austin for two days.
And I knew Iíd need a well-deserved rest.
So if there was ever a time to splurge, this was it. And Iím glad I did. It
was worth every penny of the $185 per night, not including taxes.
The Super 8 in Sulphur tonight? Well that only cost me $40. And I could have gone even cheaper, but I draw the line at motels where the amount of broken dishwashers in the parking lot outnumbers the amount of working automobiles. Is an uncomfortable night, in a scary looking motel really worth saving 15 bucks? My answer will always be no.
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