As I rolled into the Surfside Beach, Freeport, Lake Jackson area, things got interesting. It was a much bigger metro area than I would have imagined, traffic picked up, and to top it off road signs were missing. I figured one intersection out where a sign was missing, but got lost in another area, and went 5 miles out of my way I'm guessing. When Pam came through in the motor home, she also got lost, and had a more difficult time than I did getting back on track. The highlight of the day did occur in Surfside beach. As I was riding over some grass lands on an elevated bridge, a flock of the roseate spoonbills took off over my head. I have only seen two in my life, and there must have bee fifty of them. They are really pink, and are often mistaken for flamingos.
I was given directions by a guy who did a good job helping me, and I ended up going by a huge prison farm that I would not have otherwise seen.
That was a vision of things to come, as the scenery for the rest of the trip became very rural. After finding Texas Farm Rt 521 in a town called Brazoria, it was all cows, horses, donkeys, goats, and plowed fields waiting for the spring planting.
There were also a few crawfish farms. One stretch was very poor, with run down homes, junk filled yards, but each family had a horse tied up in the front yard, near the road. Very Texas-like. Texas 521 varied greatly in quality, with sections being wide and newly paved, and others put a whoopin on my rear end.
The original plan was to ride about 80 miles, and stop in a small town called Wadsworth, but somewhere along the line, I decided to push past the century mark, and Pam did a great job adjusting on the fly, and finding a beautiful campground in Palacios. It is a bit of a worn down town, but it is right on the East Matagorda Bay. The view out of the front window of the motor home is a marina filled with sailboats, and it was beautiful watching the sunset over them as we ate supper.
|Oh, and we crossed the Colorado River today.|