Crawfish farms

Today was much better. Not all roads are created equal- with and without shoulders, asphalt and dirt, smooth and damaged- yet all that is a mystery until you are in person. While resting in the storm, we had the bright idea to go off the southern tier map a little since it did not seem like some of the roads we were on were great. Yesterday, we had tried an app for bike friendly routes - we went on an old broken up sidewalk that ended in bushes, and then we had to walk our bikes up an embankment to get back on the road. We learned our lesson. Today, we worked ourselves back to the official route.
We noticed all these farms, but they were covered in water, and there were red and white things in the water. Beautiful white cranes like to stand next to them. When we had lunch at the Crazy Cajun Cafe, a favorite stop for bikers on the route, we saw one of these things up close. They are crawfish (or depending where your from you can call them crayfish or crawdad) traps. Like lobster traps, they crawl in and can't crawl out. Evidently, they harvest these twice a day on these farms.
We rested on the lawn of a church , listened to the birds, and looked to the sky for a while. We arrived at our hotel and still felt human with 53 miles under our belt.Les mer