Day 42
Well, Chris, Derek, and Kristen hit some nasty weather and rather than head up the coast, they made their way to Houston to meet up with Faith and hopefully avoid some of the rain and storms.
Ron, Wayne, Sergio, AJ and I made it as far as Edna, Texas the night before and were basically stuck between two fronts. One heading east-northeast and right behind us with lots of yellow and red showing up on Doppler radar, with the other sitting on the coast and just ahead of us dumping plenty of rain as well. We choose the lesser of two evils, put on our rain gear between showers, and hit the road making our way to Galveston, Texas. The ride was miserable, and rain followed us throughout the entire ride until we got to Galveston and it cleared up.
Once in Galveston, we jumped on highway 87 and took the ferry across from Galveston to Port Bolivar on our way up the Gulf Coast and New Orleans. We made it as far as Beaumont, Texas before calling it a night.
We were wet, cold and tired, but never so much so to keep us from plugging for Camp Hope.
Almost forgot… we met a veteran on the ferry, we shared with him our mission for Camp Hope, and handed us a flag to fly over the farm. Check it out flag below, and if you’ve never seen this and/or want to know the significance, follow this link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gadsden_flag
On the Ferry crossing Texas Highway 87 from Galveston
The Gadsden flag