Coldspring, Texas

It was a joyous morning in College Stapion, playing with cute little
baby David and his daddy after a huge and delicious breakfast of eggs
and pancakes. On his way to school, Seth then ferried me across town
so I could avoid the local construction, and deposited my bicycle and
I past the east end of College Station. Thank you, Seth and Janice! I
cycled on eastward to New Waverly, where I rejoined the proper
Southern Tier route. This section passed through the Sam Houston
national forest, lush with the foliage of tall pine forests on gently
rolling hills. The landscape is now truely that of the eastern USA,
and I've even seen logging trucks for the first time on this trip; the
desert southwest is behind me, so I might need to break out my rain
gear soon (I've been blessed with sun so far). One thing that I will
miss about central Texas is the plethora of butterflies that kept me
company while struggling over the steep hilly roads of that country.
However, the gentle hills of the east do make for easier cycling. I'm
now in the town of Coldspring, where the kind Indian innkeeper saw me
cycling toward town and knew that I'd be searching for lodging here,
so kept his last room for me before I had even asked. The food in his
apartment behind the lobby smelled really good; I miss all the
delicious Indian food of Kobe. Gerard, when we go to Kobe this winter,
I'll bring you to eat the best Indian food! Seth, you and David got
that song "the aunts go marching two by two..." stuck in my head, and
I've been cycling to it all day.