So I just did me some talkin’ to the sun
And I said I didn’t like the way he’ got things done
Sleepin’ on the job
Those raindrops are falling on my, head they keep falling
— “Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head,” Hall David and Burt Bacharach, for the 1969 film Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
LA GRANGE, Texas — The rain came right on time.
The TV meteorologist in Austin said Sunday morning as we were leaving the state capital that a rain-bearing front would hit the region at about 3 a.m. Monday.
I was warm and snug in my tent and was content to wait out the rain before packing up and getting on the road for Monday’s ride — about 62 miles, with the intended destination the Dixieland RV Park in Carmine.
But the rain kept falling. And falling. And falling.
With no letup in prospect, I and the 12 other members of our cross-country bicycle caravan had a makeshift breakfast — a banana, a bagel and a container of yogurt — under the dripping eave of the building that housed the toilets and showers at our campsite. We later gathered in the men’s room to work out a plan for the day.
We decided to ride to La Grange — nearly 40 miles — and regroup there. If the rain showed no sign of abating, we’d decide in La Grange whether to ride on to Carmine or spend the night in La Grange.
The rain made our decision for us. We gathered first at a Subway restaurant and then at coffee shop, Latte on the Square, and watched the rain continue to come down as we drank cup after cup of coffee. Tour leader Dave Cox got onto his AT&T Tilt and started calling local lodging places. We ended up at The Oak Motel, a welcome oasis where we were able to launder wet clothing, get a hot shower and sleep in a bed instead of a wet tent.
Because we cut short Monday’s ride, we’ll have to cover more distance on Tuesday — about 68 miles — to get to Navasota on schedule Tuesday night.
We were soaked to the skin and cold when we got to La Grange. Although my tent was dry during the night, it became sopping wet when I had to take it down in the rain and pack it into my panniers.
We’re hoping for better weather on Tuesday. With a bit of luck and some hard riding, I’m hoping to get to the Navasota RV Park with enough sunshine left in the day to dry out my tent and other gear. But we hear that another storm front is headed our way on Thursday evening.