Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Cajun Country and Mississippi River



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The blue line on this progress map shows the Adventure Cycling Southern Tier route I initially planned to take. The green line shows my actual route including a few little diversions.

Biking through Cajun Country and along
Old Man River Mississippi


The desert and Texas are behind me now and I entered into Louisiana’s Cajun Country and the landscape changed to green and lush vegetation. Right away it struck me that there were so many churches here, sometimes five or six in one small town. There are even signs out on the streets advising that a church is ahead. Biking through the heart of Cajun country, I passed through small towns, farms, rice fields and back roads with quaint houses, and some not so quaint ones, shacks actually, although I could see people living in them. I sometimes could hear Zydeco music while biking through the towns. I biked through Opaloosa, LA, the small Cajun town Paul Prudhomme grew up in.

Leaving Cajun country, I biked along the Mississippi river, passing and visiting old sugar cane plantations with their long drives of oak trees covered with Spanish moss.

The pictures below capture some of my impressions.

St. Joseph Plantation on the Mississippi River in the town of Vacherie, LA. We got a personal tour of the plantation by a fifth generation family member, who still own and operate it as a sugar cane plantation. She took us through the "Big House" where the Master and his family lived.

Back view of St. Joseph's plantation leading out into the lawn.The detached old kitchen from slave days. The kitchens were always detached from the Big House in case of a kitchen fire, and also to keep the Masters quarters cool in the hot Louisiana summers.
Old slave quarters. When the plantation was purchased by the current family, an inventory of assets was prepared which included the values of the various slaves, amounting to almost 75% of the plantation's value. Our tour guide showed us a list showing an able-bodied 41-year old male slave named "Bill" valued at $1,500 in 1850 dollars. Some, especially the very old, were given a much lower value, for example maybe only $12.
Slave cabins were built like duplexes with two slave families living side by side.
This is an old boiling pot from the slave days (now used as a planter). Slaves, after harvesting the sugar cane by hand with sharp knifes, then boiled the cane in pots like the above. They had to repeat the process three times. Accidents often happened - out in the field they cut themselves, cutting off fingers or hands, and when boiling the sugar cane, they often got burned severely. St. Joseph's plantation had a physician living on site for such accidents.
This is the Oak Alley plantation, also on the Mississippi River. It was named for the two rows of live oaks planted in the early 1700s that form a quarter-mile alley from the Mississippi River to the house.
Down the road, we saw the San Francisco plantation house.
Before the modern day levies were installed along the Mississippi River, the ground water was so high that graves would fill up with water before the casket could be buried. As a result, many old cemetaries contain above-ground graves. The custom still prevails today.
This is a crawfish pond. I decided I wanted to eat crawfish and they come boiled in three-pound boxes which yielded only about one cup of crawfish meat. One can only eat the tail meat and the tails are very small but they do taste almost like lobster.
Ol' Man River - just keeps rollin' along.

Friday, April 18, 2008

Texas



The blue line on this progress map shows the Adventure Cycling Southern Tier route I initially planned to take. The green line shows my actual route, including how I diverted through the Texas Hill Country to Fredericksburg and Luckenbach, then to the State Capitol in Austin and down to the Gulf of Mexico.

TEXAS IS BIG!! It is also very diverse. I started out biking in the Texas grasslands, very flat, desert like landscape, a lot of cotton fields; then biked through the Texas Hill country with its gentle hills and rugged canyons, and wild flowers; dipped down to the Gulf and Galveston Island, then finished in East Texas, which has lush vegetation with lots of ponds and rivers and forests which reminded me of Oregon. There are almost as many horses in Texas as there are people. Every front yard, which is at least 2 acres of perfectly manicured lawn, has a few horses grazing. There were these impressive, huge gates leading to ranch houses which were not visible from the road and which were at least a mile away from the gates. Thousands of cattle and Texas Longhorns, and sheeps and goats. In my opinion, it is also the state of road kill. I have never seen so much road kill in my whole life as I have seen in Texas. In one day, I saw numerous skunks, large birds, two deers, and one ocelot. So sad - I wonder why? I guess because there is so much wildlife here. It cannot be the traffic, because the roads I biked had hardly any traffic.

The SAG man meets a pioneer on the Santa Fe Trail.

Bush country.


Stopping in the Texas Hill Country to enjoy the view.


The Vogel Sunday House in Fredericksburg. Sunday houses were used in the 1800s and the early 1900s by Texas Ranch families when they came into town on the weekend to shop and attend Sunday church services. This is just one of many in Fredericksburg. It is still being used as a residence.


The Vereinskirche in Fredericksburg. This is a church for all denominations and was built in the early 1800s. Fredericksburg was established by German settlers in the early 1800s, and German is still spoken here.

John O. Meusebach, a German Settler in Fredericksburg, and Penatuka Comanche Chief Santana share a peace pipe, May 9, 1847. It is the only known peace treaty never to have been broken.

Riding to the strawberry fields to pick strawberries.

SAG man goes to school...


... in the now abandoned one-room school house.


On the road to Luckenbach Texas.

Had to wear my new Texas bike helmet.


Good ole boys in Luckenbach.


The Texas State Capitol in Austin.


The famous River Walk in San Antonio. San Antonio is a really beautiful city.


The Alamo in San Antonio, where Davy Crocket and Sam Houston fought General Santa Ana, the battle that changed Texas and the world.

A chat over the fence with a Texas longhorn.


Cactus in bloom.


Camping by the Gulf of Mexico at Mustang Island.


Snakes!!!
Parts of Texas look like Oregon.







Thursday, April 3, 2008

Arizona and New Mexico


The blue line on this progress map shows the Adventure Cycling Soutern Tier route I initially planned to take. The green line shows my actual route, including how I diverted to Tucson to get a new Terry saddle for the Backroads bike and also that I decided to visit Santa Fe and Taos, New Mexico.

I have now been biking for 10 days. It has been an emotional experience of highs and lows. Leaving the affluent Bay Area and starting biking in affluent San Diego, I initially biked through beautiful coastal mountains and sand dunes. Very soon, I came into low, flat desert land, and also Indian reservations. I experienced extremes of affluence to abject poverty. Desolate desert scenery, temperatures in the 90s, junky towns with shacks and garbage and rusting cars, washers and dryers in the front yard and back yard. A fellow biker I met on the road said it reminded him of the poverty of Tibet. Then I arrived in Phoenix, a sprawling city (it is said that it is 90 miles to get through all of Phoenix and its suburbs). Phoenix is a low elevation city with only 1 highrise. It is surrounded by Legoland suburbs and golf courses. Leaving Phoenix, I was still biking through the desert through the rest of Arizona, camping along the way. One night, we spent camping on the Apache Indian reservation overlooking San Carlos Lake, a beautiful spot.
Back on the road, I met Steve, biking west on his recumbant bike towing a small trailer. He had left Florida on February 12. When he arrives in San Diego, he plans to ship his bike home to Oregon and then hike the Pacific Crest Trail from San Diego to Oregon, arriving home around October. If you're interested, you can follow his progress on his blog http://100biketours.blogspot.com/
A highlight along the way was our stay at Gila Hot Springs. I soaked in the natural geothermal whirlpool, which was heaven after biking for so many days.
Biking into New Mexico, the scenery changed slightly, going from low desert to beautiful high desert mountains, changing back into low desert. After spending two days in Santa Fe (we had snow flurries here), I will be back on the bike tomorrow to Ghost Ranch (Georgia O’Keefe’s home) and then on to Taos.


Riding through the desert on a bike with no name.


Ready to start my biking day at the Superstition Mountains.


Pooped after biking through the hot desert.


Stopping to smell the flowers.

SAG man takes a prayer break.


Meeting Henry at the state line between Arizona and New Mexico. Henry is from London, England and started biking in Florida on February 22 heading west, and hopes to arrive in San Diego in about a week. He'd never been a biker before this trip. He also has a blog: http://voyageacrossthestates.blogspot.com/


The road ahead into New Mexico.


At the Continental Divide at almost 7,000 feet.


Blessed Kateri, Lily of the Mohawks, she is the first Indian to be promoted to sainthood. Her statue is in front of the Cathedral Basilica of Saint Francis of Assisi in Santa Fe.