Day 1: Austin to Neal's Farm
Michael, about to head out.	Ditto for Lara	Lara's bike.
Michael's bike.	Michael's bike
Dave White at Neal's farm. Dave made yummy eggplant and rice for dinner.	Dave's back is just so perfect, we had to get a shot of it.
Day 2: Resting at the Farm
Dave, in the octogonal hut that he built. The skylight makes the light striking.	Lara captured this ghost while trying to photograph Dave.	The farmhouse is very old -- the rafters are visible, and everything is patched together.
Wood-burning stove.		Entrance to Neal's room. Yes, he uses the ladder every time.
Neal's room.	The cat's entrance to Neal's room. He can't climb the ladder, so he has a special way to get up to the room.	The greenhouse, attached to the main house.
Some scenery at the farm.	The outhouse.	"Moo 4 Fudge" was already there. I added "99 Nipplez!"
The farm folk (Neal, Kale, and Dave), and Lara.	Preparing to leave. I load a propane tank while Neal adds a pitchfork.	Lara right before we leave.
Day 3: Bastrop State Park
A veritable sea of bluebonnets. The field was much more expansive, but I didn't have a wide-angle lens to capture it.	Colorado River, the first time we cross it.	Bastrop State Park, where we camped.
Day 4: Pine Point Inn, outside Smithville, TX
The motel had a really cheesy postcard, which featured a swimsuit model by their pool. As though people are gonna go to a hotel in the middle of nowhere just because there's a pretty model in their postcard! So we took our own photos to mimick the postcard. I think mine of Lara is more accurate than her of me, but she disagrees.
Day 5: La Grange, Texas
Lara imitating the La Grange leopard.	Being in the home of the ZZ Top song made Lara very happy.
Day 6: Leaving Round Top, Texas
Round Top was proud of its tiny population -- it was all over the Chamber of Commerce stuff. In fact, it looked like the town probably employed that many people, amongst all the antique shops and diners and such.		"Hay's not so tasty."
Days 6/7:   Independence, Texas (Heartland Country Inn)
The ridiculous amount of space we have in the main room in our house at Heartland. Actually, there's more, I couldn't fit it all in the frame. And this doesn't even count the bedrooms.		Lara shoots a landscape at Heartland.
Days 10:  Near Evergreen, TX
A reminder that we're deep in Baptist/Pentecostal country. (The sign reads, "Jesus Cares For You".)		Below: A large statue of a steer.
Demonstrating Southerners' shaky grasp of the English language. Sign advertises "Ditigal Cable" and that "All old bill debt's 8 month's old will be Amnesty Eraced!" The sign implores you to call "Edna".
Days 15:  Buna & Kirbyville, TX
Confederate flag in (surprise!) Jasper County, Texas.	The toy that Lara won for me at the carnival.	Our room is so small I have to put one of the bikes on the bar!
Days 16:  Fawil & Bon Weir, TX;   TX/LA Border
This power tower kind of looks like a person, huh? While I was taking the picture, it was going "Zzzt! Zzzt!"	Riding the exercycle at the junque shop.
As we leave Texas, I turn around to take a photo of the Welcome to Texas sign.		Welcome to Louisiana!
Days 18-19:  Oberlin, LA and the Grand Casino Coushatta
$45 a night and no phone in the room! At least we got the "biking across the country" discount, which knocked it down to $41.		We had to take the casino photos surreptitiously because you're not supposed to take pictures inside the casino.
Days 20-21:  Opelousas, LA
Sign indicating a Cow Crossing.
Days 22:  Opelousas to Livonia, LA
	Loading up the bikes onto the rig so we can get safe passage across a 3-mile long, narrow bridge.	Don, our saviour.
Sure, it's blurry, but YOU try to take a still picture inside a moving semi!	The bridge is much steeper than it looks in this photo. What I like most about this photo by Lara is that it looks like an old 1960's or 70's postcard, the way the colors turned out.	There is NO room for bikes on this bridge! We would have been murderized.
Days 23:  Livonia to Baton Rouge, LA
Note the "No Bikes" sign for this bridge in this tiny one-store town. It's not bike-bias as much as the fact that half the bridge is made out of cattle-guard-style material, and it's dangerous to bike over. (Not to mention bad for the bike.)	The Ramada, the swankiest hotel yet. Yet also the cheapest price, since we get the weekly rate.	The bridge that nearly killed us. (Not to be confused with the bridge from the previous day.)
Days 26-27:  Baton Rouge, LA
	The youth/punk studio.