HILL ATTACK!

April 18 Granbury to Decatur 67 miles
We've heard of heart attacks, sneak attacks, panic attacks, and Big Mac attacks! But now we know all about HILL ATTACKS! We mentioned in a blog entry a couple of days earlier how fun it was to use the down hills to make it up hill. Well, it wasn't fun any more!
In two and a half hours we had only gone 20 miles. The ride in to Weatherford was just one big up hill and today we had headwind we were averaging about 6 mph. And Rusty's knees were bothering him. We were discouraged. Usually we take turns having a 'bad' day but this time we were sharing it! It was one of those "What are we doing our here!!!" kind of days. We knew we had to get to Decatur tonight to make the sixty mile ride to McKinney tomorrow. We really kept persevering and finally got in about 7:00! (We usually arrive in town by 4:00 ish.) We checked with the first mini mart for RV Park advice and were told there wasn't one until across town and out the freeway about a half mile. Swell! The motels were also in that general area and off the Freeway.
We continued our ride on the route for tomorrow to McKinney hoping to see a place to camp. While still in an older residential/commercial neighborhood we saw a large Baptist Church with a huge asphalt parking lot and across the street behind it a beautiful green fenced park. We assumed the park belonged to the church. Rusty knocked on church doors while Georgia knocked on the park neighbor's doors. Nobody home! We decided to flop our sleeping bags down on the grass in a corner outside the fence and try to be inconspicuous and ask forgiveness later.
About 9:00p we got a visit from the local patrol car checking us out. sigh. we're getting used to this. The officers were so very kind. Said they had gotten a couple of calls from neighbors who had seen us sleeping there and were concerned that we needed a better place to sleep and that we would be cold. The officer said that he could give us a phone number for a church that would give us money to stay in a motel. After explaining our crazy story the officer assured us that we would be safe. "Nothing goes on in Decatur". He was the officer on duty for the night and if we needed anything to call 911. He knew where we were and he'd be glad to help. Georgia actually slept better after having that little chat knowing that 1. It was okay to camp there and 2. We were being watched over.
Grateful again for such kind and caring people!!