The St. Louis Cemetery #1 is only a few blocks from my hotel, after packing the bike, I grabbed a quick breakfast at the hotel and walked to the cemetery.
I had been warned to be careful walking around the cemetery, thieves hide between the tombs and you can't see them as you walk in between them. I only saw one old guy walking around a tomb and talking to himself, I kept my distance from him. There's a police station just outside the cemetery.
After the cemetery visit, I return to the hotel, get on the bike and head to the east side of New Orleans to see the area that had been flooded by Katrina. I only saw a few boarded up homes but no other damage. Maybe I didn't go to the right area but I had to head out to Texas and with 240 miles to the Texas border there was no time to waste. Leaving New Orleans I jump on I-10 and head west. I had to make a stop for gas before Texas, took an exit that said gas and when I arrive at the gas station it was closed and abandoned, got back on the road and almost ran out of fuel before finding another gas station. I actually slowed down to 60 mph to save gas. My next stop was the visitor center in Texas, the big star announcing I was now in Texas, the 4th state on my list of states to cover.
My original plan was to spend the night near Port Arthur and the next day head towards Houston and then down to Galveston. After finding out at the visitor center I could ride along the coast all the way to Port Bolivar and get on a ferry to Galveston I changed my plans. The best part was the ferry ran all night and it's "free". I had to ask the lady again, free? as in no payment to go across and the lady shook her head in the affirmative. I couldn't believe, there's no free anything in New Jersey.
I continued along I-10 until Winnie, then took route 124 south towards the Bolivar Peninsula.
As I approach the coast I was surprised to see oil extraction pumps still working and even more surprised when I reach the coast and see them within 100 feet from the water. There was a ramp straight onto the beach and since there was no one around I drove straight onto the beach.
This was the first time I was able to ride on the beach, it's not allowed in New Jersey. The weather was good, blue sky providing a beautiful background for the photos. I'm reviewing my new helmet for Motorcycle House and the beach offered the perfect place to get a nice photo.
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After my photo shoot I continue west along the beach, the road following along less than 100 feet from the water. A little way down the road I start seeing houses on stilts, very high off the ground. There are quite a few houses along the coast and a few are truly amazing.
A little further down the road I come up on a gas station and pull in for a drink and snack. I go inside and while chatting with the Indian attendant I find out he lived in New Jersey and has recently moved to Texas to run the gas station. He tells me the reason all these houses are on stilts is because the last hurricane had wiped out every single house on the peninsula. After the hurricane new regulations were passed and now all homes have to be build on stilts. After telling him that I had just been on the beach with the bike he tells me that I can ride the bike along the beach almost to the ferry. I ask him if it's okay with the police and he says anyone can drive or ride on the beach along the entire peninsula. Perfect I say and off I go straight to the beach.
I must have ridden about 10 miles along the beach and at times at a very high speed. The last time I had ridden my bike on dirt at a very high speed was in the Yukon and Alaska. I stopped to record video, I put the camera on the beach and then run up and down past the camera. I will post the video later. As I approach the end of the peninsula the sun had already gone down and the beach was getting very dark. I slowed down paying extra attention to the sand right in front of me, the last thing I needed was a dug up hole on the beach causing me to fall. The beach was deserted.
I arrive at the port, literally the end of the road and get in line, there are a few cars in front of me already. I walk to the front and see a BMW GS with the owner leaned over looking at a map. I say hi, he looks at me, says hi and returns to his map, not one more word. I continue to the front to chat with the attendants. I find out one of the guys is from Brooklyn, not too far from where I live.
Rant: why are most BMW adventure guys such dicks? In my encounters with other adventure riders most are nice and want to chat except for the ones riding BMW's, they must think they are superior because they ride BMW's. During the entire time I was chatting with the attendants about my Yamaha Super Tenere and the rides I had done, he was right next to us but didn't say a word. Whoever you are, if you ever read my blog, you are an asshole.
The ferry arrives, no ticket necessary, cars come out and we get in. Soon a sheriff's SUV pulls up next to me, he was the last car coming aboard. Soon we are underway for the short trip to Galveston, about half an hour to cross the bay. I chatted with the sheriff, he was surprised to know I had ridden all the way from New Jersey. He tells me he has a Harley Davidson but had never done any long distance riding, he seemed to be a nice guy.
I get off on the Galveston side, ride down along the coast for a few miles passing lots of motels, it was late, there was no time to look for a camp site. I stop, pull out my phone and use the Hotels app to find and book a motel for a good price. After booking it online I press the button to take me there and find out the hotel was less than 200 yards from my location. I walk into the lobby, give the guy my reservation number and soon head to my room, thank goodness for cell phone apps.
Tomorrow I will ride along the coast and then head to Houston to visit the USS Texas Battleship.