"My destination that night was Natchitoches, Louisiana. Just a few nights earlier, I'd been caught in one of the worst storms of my life while camping in a tent in Bowie, Texas. That night, the lightning was so close and the rain so sideways that I ended up calling the police to rescue me. You can read that full story here."
"As I sat there, a man was sweeping the floor. Just a regular employee at first glance. He looked over, nodded, and we exchanged pleasantries. A few minutes later, he came over and started chatting with me. Of course, like clockwork, he asked the usual questions-questions I get constantly on bike tours. He asked me where I was staying that night. I told him I wasn't sure yet."
The site contains affiliate links and an Amazon Associate disclosure; small commissions supplement retirement income. The destination that night was Natchitoches, Louisiana. A few nights earlier a storm in Bowie, Texas had trapped the narrator in a tent and required police rescue. The narrator experienced weather-related PTSD and watched radar as storms built while approaching Nacogdoches. A newer Subway next to hotels, including a new Hampton Inn, became the stopping point for dinner and decision-making. A man sweeping the floor engaged in conversation, asked customary bike-tour questions, and asked where the narrator planned to stay. The narrator said staying in the city park or a hotel was undecided due to budget.
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