Day Five: "Keep rollin', rollin', rollin'; Gee my ass is swollin'! Rawhide!"

It was a lovely stay in Eagle Lake.  The Dairy Queen’s junior burger still tastes the same after all these years…But it costs more.  The Launderia was only a block away so that was a pleasant surprise.  I had actually forgotten that at some point I would need to do laundry.  Fortuitous, as I was out of riding clothes. 

I had stayed at the Sportmens Motel; I was able get a quick jump on the day.  Which meant cool weather from the start of the ride and rush hour traffic on the FM 201.  Don’t worry mom, the drivers were all very kind and gave me a wide berth to the T.  I was very grateful as the shoulder shrinks to about eighteen inches for the majority of this ride.  I don't know if it would have been better to head due west on US 90 with wide shoulders and gravel trucks?

I made it to Columbus through Alleyton.  Alleyton really feels like an Alley Town.  Just a few side street and with a dubious history of its own.  It ironically appears to be the remnant of a segregated community.  Three white clapboard churches served the half square mile of the alleys I saw.  It was a sleepy little community.  I would have like to stay to meet and mingle. 

Only an 18 mile ride but my butt still hurts from yesterday.  I made a command decision to not ride the next day and just let my rear end rest.  Saving for going to lunch and finding a place to watch the Aggies play, I won’t be on the bike tomorrow.

From Alleyton I picked up US 90 (the historic section) There’s 90 and then there’s Old 90.  Old 90 is sparsely used at all.  Sixteen foot segments of poured concrete it was a smooth ride except for the expansion joints.  It’s an amazing piece of history.  Reconnected to US 90 and rolled across the Colorado River on a truss bridge.  Awesome-Sauceome.  Columbus downtown square is picturesque of Classical revival and Victorian building and homes.  Lots of churches with the Gothic and Romanesque arches. 

City streets were lined with oak trees and modest single family dwellings (houses).  I’m staying at Columbus RV Park and Campground back across to the south side of I-10 along a creek that feeds the Colorado.  It’s a work in progress.  A hybrid of RVs, Tiny House Construction, a couple of mobile homes and a car junk yard.  But damn they have a swimming pool.  Don’t mind the frogs.