Remember this picture from late last year?
It’s the road to Sabine Pass. It’s not
much of a road anymore. Last year’s hurricanes completely
anything that resembled black top for the 20-mile stretch from High
Island to Sabine Pass. There was some asphalt left; it just
happened to be in football-sized chunks. The once-smooth road
surface has been reduced to loose sand—often times deep. Often
times very deep.
When I took that picture in December, I really
wanted to venture forth and see what remained after the storms.
After glancing at my watch and realizing it would have to be another
day, I reluctantly turned the motorcycle around and headed home.
This ever-so-trivial event and that picture
have been bugging me for two months.
I left around 10:00 am. The plan was
simple... explore that road.
My first stop was in Galveston when I saw what
I thought would be a nice picture of an abandoned warehouse...
Then I found what appeared to be a train
graveyard. Look at these old passenger cars...
And in the midst of the trash and other debris,
I found these brown pelicans basking quietly in the sun. The
one in the foreground was cleaning its feathers...
Taking the ferry from Galveston to Bolivar
during the weekend is not advisable. I had to sit and wait for
about an hour. Fortunately I had my iPod and a concrete
barrier to rest my back against as I dozed off sitting on the
parking lot waiting my turn to board the ship.
The photo assignment over on F650.com is
"clouds", so while relaxing on the ferry ride over to Bolivar, I tried
to capture a photo worthy of submission. There were hardly any
clouds in the sky... this was the best I could get...
The seagulls have the ferry system figured
After disembarking from the ferry, I decided to pull over and
capture the scenery since I was the very last vehicle to exit the
ship. I sat there for about ten minutes waiting for the line
of cars on the two-lane road to get on their way... and out of mine.
And finally. Finally I arrived the same
spot where I had reluctantly turned around before. This time I went
The football-sized chunks of asphalt were, for
the most part, off to the side of the path in the beginning, and the road was
packed nicely for the first mile or so.
Once I traveled beyond where the surf-fishermen
and seashell gatherers were able to access, the road simply vanished.
Occasionally there were some rocks, but for the most part, it was
Deep sand can be challenging. Especially
at slower speeds. While it may seem counter-intuitive,
the way to ride in sand is to simply stand up on the pegs and get
on the throttle. I was running about 35mph at first. I'd
get going along, and all of a sudden I would hit a deep section of
sand, and the front wheel would begin its dance.
The only problem with opening up the throttle
is that if I would have come off the bike, it could have been a very,
very long time until someone found me. But, I was sick of
battling the sand, so I rolled on the gas. Clipping
along at about 55mph, I was much happier.
For the next 15 miles the suspension welcomed
the bouncing terrain and quick changes in direction as I avoided the
chunks of broken road.
I even think I came up with a new definition of
happiness when I realized I was running about 60mph up on the
pegs with my iPod playing Lynch Mob's Wicked Sensation and
singing so loud in my helmet that my throat hurt when the song was
At some point I found a hard-packed area to
stop for a bio break. I just love these pictures... Gulf of
Mexico to the left, nothing at all to the right, and straight
ahead... a fantastic road with no end in sight...
Another definition-of-the-day emerged as the
challenging sand turned into asphalt again... anti-climatic.
After my Payday candy bar, a Twinkie and a
20-ounce coke, I decided the 20-mile detour to cross the border into
Louisiana would be worth it to check off another state on
my 50-state quest.
As I crossed the state border, my first thought was "WTF?"
No 'Welcome to Louisiana' sign? WTF?
After riding into the state for about 5 miles,
I decided there was no 'Welcome' sign to be found, so I did the best
My 100-mile ride home was completely
uneventful, though I did find another cloud picture...
And that's that.
Thanks for coming along...