Wednesday, October 13, 2010
THE BIG THICKET
Wednesday, 10-13-10. When we left our motel in Kirbyville, a man drove up in a pickup truck, hopped out, and asked if he could approach us. Once permission was granted, he began ranting about all kinds of conspiratorial things including a horrible murder that had transpired in the very motel where we spent the night. Schizophrenia is, without doubt, a terrible illness that can trick ones mind to be fearful of almost everyone and everything. We said goodbye to our friend and headed west on US96 where ten miles outside the small town of Buna we cycled past a tiny section of Big Thicket National Preserve. The Thicket is so named because it is extremely thick and brushy with undergrowth that forms a nearly impenetrable jungle. It once covered more than 1 million acres. Big Thicket became a refuge for service-dodging Texans hunted by the Confederate Army, who became known as bushwhackers, a term which survives today. It was an enjoyable day of riding to Kountze TX beneath a blue sky with temperatures in the low 80's.