April 15, 2015
Huge Fireball In The Sky Burns Skin Of Northerner
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
The visit with the Weinells was excellent. Don greeted me from his yard as I rode up. Then he went up a couple more notches on the friendliness scale by offering me one of Louisiana's own Abita Brewery products. We talked about our respective adventures for a while and then he took me for a drive to see a few antebellum mansions on historic sugar cane plantations. A couple of those remarkable homes have been turned into Bed & Breakfast Inns that I am going to assume are way out of my price range.
The subject of dinner came up and I said, "Can I take you and your wife out to eat tonight?"
"You could," he began, "but I picked up a big tub of jambalaya for dinner if you're interested. All I have to do is heat it up."
"Are you kidding me?" I shouted, unable to contain my joy. "I LOVE jambalaya." My idea of showing my gratitude by treating my hosts to dinner was instantly and completely forgotten.
And that conversation occurred BEFORE I saw the city's water tower which read GONZALEZ: Jambalaya Capitol of the World. "Yeah, it's a pretty big deal here," said Don. "Every year we have a jambalaya festival complete with a 'best jambalaya' contest and the crowning of a jambalaya queen."
Soon it was time to eat and the jambalaya was so absurdly tasty. But how could it NOT be in the world's jambalaya capitol? I shamelessly overate. One of my goals in coming to Louisiana was to eat a bunch of genuine Cajun food and so far I've had meals of jambalaya, gumbo, red beans and rice, and blackened trout. Southern bliss!
Shortly after stuffing my face with jambalaya, Don's lovely wife, Kate, came home bearing a pineapple upside-down cake. Oh my! Cake, iced tea, great conversation, comfortable bed--I could not have been made to feel more welcome.
As for me, I don't think I misbehaved too badly on my first home stay--except, maybe, for my gluttonous consumption of jambalaya. And I might have irritated them a bit after saying "thank you" for about the 90th time. Still, I think I earned a solid B+.
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Now let's move on to today's activities. Don printed up some maps for me and gave some route advice. He really knows the area from a cyclist's perspective and has written a couple of excellent articles about Louisiana cycling.
The ride to Baton Rouge (French for "Red Stick) was fairly short. The weather was hot and humid with a few hours of unexpected sunshine. I took it nice and slow, enjoying the countryside, the petrochemical plants, the new housing subdivisions, and the roadkill in equal measure. And, yes, I did acquire a nice sunburn on my face, arms, and calves.
I'll tell you about the rest of my Baton Rouge visit in photo-documentary style.
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Today's ride: 33 miles (53 km)
Total: 118 miles (190 km)
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