Day 31 – Austin to LaGrange, Tx. The cyclists were thankful today for the sun which finally decided to make an appearance. Cool temperatures prevailed with a few puffy clouds in the sky.
After leaving the capital city of Austin, the cyclists headed east towards Bastrop.
The map was difficult to follow today for the RV driver, so I pulled off and asked in a convenience store for the quickest way to Bastrop. Finally caught up with the team as they lunched at a food truck in downtown “Bastrop”. The team had made the acquaintance of a retired Marine who was visiting the food truck as well. He was from Bastrop and invited us to stay with him if ,we should return. Marcus Barron possessed such a positive outlook on life, despite his disability from the military service, resulting in loss of his legs.
During lunch, we reconnoitered over the maps and I promised to keep a closer tab on the team. As they headed off through Bastrop State Park, I received a phone call saying they needed to return and use an alternate route due to flooding of one of the park roads. They headed out to a main highway with nice shoulders and had a great, quick ride to LaGrange. I had secured a campsite as they rode into town, but had to drive back out about a mile to pick Bill up as he had another flat tire.
Our campsite at LaGrange (Colorado Landing RV Park) overlooks the Colorado River which is currently overflowing its banks. We’re on a bluff above the river, safe and dry so far
After everyone had showers, we decided to walk a few blocks to the neighborhood Mexican restaurant, Las Fuentes. While we waited for our meal, we read about the “Chicken Ranch” – check it out on wikipedia – think “The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas”. Very interesting story about two great entrepreneurs (female at that). It was located a few miles outside of La Grange.
Everyone enjoyed their meal and as our meal ended, who should roll in but Marcus, our friend from lunch and his wife, Liz! Small world!
Tomorrow appears to be a short ride(only about 65 miles) and the cyclists seem to be getting into the flatlands. They are headed to Navasota, Texas. Hope to be there as long as the good Lord’s willin, and the Colorado doesn’t rise too much more.