December 8, 2004; College Station, Texas

This morning it was finally warm enough to trade my insulated gloves for non-insulated, and my fleece ski mask for a dew rag on my melon. I shed a pair of socks, leaving two. The long johns are thankfully long gone.

Texas continues to surprise me. I have yet to stumble upon what I remember of Texas; a barren landscape with a color spectrum limited to anything between dust and rust. The trees are orange and red, the grass green, and the sky; a threatening deep blue. The picture at left is actually from the next day. I know it disrupts the mood, but pure text is boring, agreed?

As I rode spots of rain would appear and fade in the distance. With no destination I aimed to towards the light gaps in the sky. I felt like the last man standing in an atmospheric game of dodge ball.

I arrived in College Station under building clouds. After 45 minutes of cruising around, I decided to call it a night. Stepped into dinner just as the first drops started to fall.

I checked into a motel for $28.00 to stay dry. Did you know that they don't give you a continental breakfast for that kind of money? Go figure.