We made our trip to Matagorda this weekend and needless to say it was "hot".The new LCRA RV park was finished, so that's where we stayed. Nice place, right on the cut, but no shade.
Saturday was set aside for jet-sking. Brenda and I hand lauched it on the edge of the cut. It was actually a pretty interesting ride. 57 miles in all including running up the Colorado River for a few miles. It was nice and cool running the intercoastal and the only times we really felt the heat was waiting on the barge traffic at the locks and the swing bridge.
In the evening, when it cooled off a bit I got my DRZ ready for an early morning ride. I couldn't help but notice a few wild hogs on the other side of the cut. They seemed to be rooting along the shoreline and were not bothered by several boats coming in from offshore.
The next morning I was on my bike by 8:00am. There wasn't any breeze and all I wanted to do was keep moving.
This is the cut between east and west. Yeah, the sun was coming on strong!
I started making my way down the beach and decided to explore a road I happened across when I was here a year ago. It runs behind the dunes for about half the length of the 20 miles to the Sargent Beach Cut.
There are several branches that go towards the intercoastal and a few bail out points leading back down to the beach.
Some sections were a little overgrown. I'm sure the rattlesnakes are doing well here.
I saw a pair of coyotes trotting up the road during one of my breaks.Too bad they saw me and bugged out before camera range. It started getting hotter and the overgrowth concealling the ruts was slowing me down. So after about 5 miles, I bailed out to the beach.
It was time to cool down and lucky for me, I was alone and there weren't any speed limit signs!
There were quite a few obstacles that kept it fun.
After 15 miles of trees, shell beds, washes and all the other fun stuff, I made it to the cut.
Looking inland.
And out to the gulf.
The flats at the cut.
I rode out quite aways and ran across a few more roads.
By now my camelbak was getting close to dry and pretty hot. So I started heading back in. You can see smoke in the middle of this pic. I was hoping Brenda didn't burn down the RV! .... Actually it was a grass fire on the west side.
I didn't get to the mainland. Next time I'll head that way.
Saturday was set aside for jet-sking. Brenda and I hand lauched it on the edge of the cut. It was actually a pretty interesting ride. 57 miles in all including running up the Colorado River for a few miles. It was nice and cool running the intercoastal and the only times we really felt the heat was waiting on the barge traffic at the locks and the swing bridge.
In the evening, when it cooled off a bit I got my DRZ ready for an early morning ride. I couldn't help but notice a few wild hogs on the other side of the cut. They seemed to be rooting along the shoreline and were not bothered by several boats coming in from offshore.
The next morning I was on my bike by 8:00am. There wasn't any breeze and all I wanted to do was keep moving.
This is the cut between east and west. Yeah, the sun was coming on strong!
I started making my way down the beach and decided to explore a road I happened across when I was here a year ago. It runs behind the dunes for about half the length of the 20 miles to the Sargent Beach Cut.
There are several branches that go towards the intercoastal and a few bail out points leading back down to the beach.
Some sections were a little overgrown. I'm sure the rattlesnakes are doing well here.
I saw a pair of coyotes trotting up the road during one of my breaks.Too bad they saw me and bugged out before camera range. It started getting hotter and the overgrowth concealling the ruts was slowing me down. So after about 5 miles, I bailed out to the beach.
It was time to cool down and lucky for me, I was alone and there weren't any speed limit signs!
There were quite a few obstacles that kept it fun.
After 15 miles of trees, shell beds, washes and all the other fun stuff, I made it to the cut.
Looking inland.
And out to the gulf.
The flats at the cut.
I rode out quite aways and ran across a few more roads.
By now my camelbak was getting close to dry and pretty hot. So I started heading back in. You can see smoke in the middle of this pic. I was hoping Brenda didn't burn down the RV! .... Actually it was a grass fire on the west side.
I didn't get to the mainland. Next time I'll head that way.