Two uneventful days: Richards to Shepherd; Shepherd to Silsbee. Michele had two flats. At least she spaced them out, per day. We had one of the best meals of the trip at Shepherd at The Grill. I had chicken-fried steak. Steve had the venison sausage. Halfway through, Steve and I traded plates and we were both happier. Michele had a steak to replenish protein. Then we had two peach cobblers to replenish fat! After a meager breakfast at our motel, we stopped at Honey Island for lunch. There's a grocery/feed store/cafe. We had a round of excellent bacon cheeseburgers and about a gallon each of sweet tea or Dr Pepper. I yakked with an old Korean War vet for a while. Michele tells me to report the following signs that we are now in the South: streams are now marked bayous; lots of dense forest, sometimes overhanging the width of the road (and the shade is welcome); we can't open our mouths while biking without inhaling a bug; the instant we stop pedaling and lose the breeze of travel, we feel sticky; iced tea is now served sweet; shrimp is on the menus; I haven't understood a full sentence uttered by anyone I'm not riding with; there are crawfish mounds in the ditches alongside the road.