When you ride a bike over 1,000 miles……the feeling of the next state sign is a something of extreme happiness.
And then, you realize you’re surrounded by the scariest dark murky waters EVER!
We were caught in a rain storm in Lebeaux, LA for 3 hours. We were accompanied by unique friends mounted on the wall. A stump moccassin, a 15 ft alligator and Emmit…a 135 lb/aged snapping turtle. Swamp creatures can GROW here!
That put us late into Simmesport. Oh Simmesport. Here we met Joey. Joey works at the Angola prison and informed us all about the Angola rodeo (see next paragraph) and about swamp hunting, amoung many other things. By the time we went to bed, we’d seen the head of his 7 ‘1/2″ Alligator Gar fish that he speared in the swamp. We heard about the time he and his friends shot 280 squirrels and how they hunt deer with hip waiters on. Our mouths…jaw dropped!
So the prision rodeo. We roll into the historic St Francisville. It’s out of a movie georgous, old colonial homes along the river, that tell stories by the character of the houses that slavery was strong in the past. We’re 22 miles from the prison and from seeing inmates ride broncos along 12,000 other spectators. But we have bikes, so we decide to try and hitch. We didn’t get a ride, wonder why?
Not only did we come across many snakes on the road, we were chased by countless dogs. Big dogs, small dogs, yappy dogs and silent sleeper dogs. Dogs that ran across crawfish PONDS to chase us, dogs that came from churches to chase us. Dogs that wanted to play and dogs that wanted us for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Instead of running-we now fight back. Waterbottle in hand, we spray their eyes like it’s a wildfire in the city and thus far, we’ve won the battles!