I spent the first night at a hotel in Buda, TX because I got a late start and rain was coming. I went through heavy rain for about 30 minutes before stopping at the Best Western to spend the night. I noticed my BMW gloves were pretty mad after that rain. But it was nothing compared to what was to come.

My second day in the trip I was caught on back farm-to-market roads in a flash flooding area with wind, hail, tornados forming, roads out, water rushing over the roads at low areas, bridges out, trees littering the road, rain gear that wouldn’t hold out water and one possibly broken pinky finger. When I finally arrived at shelter that night, I was cold, scared and exhausted. It was one of the most frightening experiences of my life. I sat outside after the long day and reflected on everything I had just gone through - I was tired and worn, but I was also feeling a sense of pride that I had made it through all by myself. (Yes, the eyes are red from crying and the pinky is purple from being smashed while trying to move a tree out of my way - and that is merely orange juice in my cup)

The next couple of days of riding, this is the type of thing I found everywhere I went. I ended up spending half a day with the people at the bridge in Camp Wood – talking and listening to their stories.
"Twisted Sister" FM 335 out of Camp Wood, past Barksdale, TX


The Ray McDonald road low water crossing bridge is out in Camp Wood, TX. This is one of my favorite fly fishing spots too.


By evening of my first 'dry' ride there was just a few puddles left to dodge. This photo is taken around sunset at Eagle's Nest restaurant in Leakey, TX (very good onion rings if you ever stop there).

They needed the rain in the Hill Country, so I'm glad they got plenty of it.


I got home last night around 10:00 p.m. spending the darkest hours going through farm land and dodging bugs the size of birds! Now my bike needs a very thorough washing!




