Three words describe this ride: cats, mud and wind. Oh, and dogs too. Dang, I forgot to mention the hunt for the graveyard.

Dylan and I set out today to ride 100 miles. We weren’t completely sure where we were going other than south towards Rosharon. Our first stop was at the “Black Cat Turnaround” at the end of McKeever Road. If you stop at this driveway, three solid black kittens will trot out to greet you. I’m not exactly sure why but they seemed to be particularly attracted to Dylan.

I’ve been wanting to find a graveyard that is significant to Texas history after reading about it on one of those roadside historical markers. I did a little research and learned that it was somewhere near the end of Fenn Road in Arcola which was on our way to Rosharon. After passing the railroad tracks on Highway 521, we turned right onto Fenn Road and about halfway in got chased by three different dogs one of which was pretty fast. When we arrived at where I thought the graveyard was supposed to be, there was no road to access the property—only a chained off, overgrown path and several No Trespassing signs. Even if we did jump over the chain, our road bikes would not get far in that long grass. This would be an adventure for another day.

At close to 50 miles in and a good ways past Rosharon, we saw a sign for the Brazos River County Park at County Road 30. For some reason, I thought that it would be interesting to see the river though I’ve come to the conclusion that the river looks the same everywhere: it’s slow moving and a silty brown color similar to weak coffee milk.

CR30 passes through the village of Holiday Lakes where we again encountered several very fast dogs. Maybe these dogs don’t often see cyclists because they really seemed really excited to see us. Actually, they seemed a bit angry—as if we were not supposed to be there and it was their job to make sure we never came back. The upside is that future collegian racer Dylan got several opportunities to work on his sprint.

Near the end of the road we found the park and the river. To get to it we had to walk our bikes down a muddy path and climb over a barrier meant to keep people off a raised wooden walkway that ran parallel to the river. Walking with muddy cleats on a wood deck with wet leaves is not a good combination of conditions for staying right side up but no bones were broken. Apparently, this park was submerged during the flooding in June and has not been completely repaired. Thankfully, there was a faucet with running water we used to clean our shoes and clogged brake calipers before getting back on the road.

We had a pretty stiff headwind heading east on CR30 until we tuned north on 521. Heading north, the headwind became a cross wind that stayed with us for about 20 miles. It was especially intense near the wide open areas of fertile farm fields near the TDCJ Darrington unit. Finally back at McKeever and after a second cat-stop we enjoyed a tailwind for much of the way home.

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  1. Pingback: The Graveyard Hunt, Part 2 | My Life Behind Bars

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