Last Sunday found me trekking out to Hempstead for the Bluebonnet Express ride, on a clear but cold morning. There were a few other BHP riders in the event but we didn't manage to hook up, so I was a lone wolf for 48 miles. The route is very scenic, if flat, and there were plenty of wildflowers, although not many bluebonnets until mile 30 or so. I knew Dave was doing the ride out of Zube park the same morning, and the two routes overlap - sure enough, heading south on Field Store road in the pack I saw Dave and another rider heading north. I called out to Dave but he didn't appear to see me. Anyway, the ride went well enough - I'm feeling reasonably happy about the main event (rapidly approaching!).
Tuesday morning was another early start but for
a different reason. My friend Rog and his lovely wife Brandi cater a fund-raising Cajun lunch at BHP every year, and this year I offered to help with the cooking. This involved a 3.00am start in order to get to Rog's place in Kingwood (40 miles from home) by 4.00am. For the next six hours I stirred pots, tasted gumbo, beans and sausage and etouffe and went for kolaches (odd to be sent out for food with enough for an army right there!). We drove the food down to the office and other team members served it to several hundred hungry BHP peeps, raising several thousand bucks for the cause in the process. Great fun but now I'm about to go nose first onto my laptop -