Day 31 Wray to McCook
The forecast for today was 104 by afternoon, so we got off to an earlier start and had Greg D (IA) join us. We did the line thing for the first 90 or so klm (55 mi) and that worked out pretty good. We crossed the border into Nebraska (state #6) about a 1/2 hr into the day. (pic) Kansas is just south of us, maybe 1 mile, and a couple of people went there just because.
The day was relatively uneventful. The wind was at our right side all day long. I'm beginning to think that this trade wind theory is fiction. 1) We've rarely had a W to E wind, 2) all of the grass I see beside the road seems permanently bent and is pointing to the W as well. Well, there's always tomorrow.
We stopped in Trenton at Gramma's Kitchen for a bite around lunch time and carried on, but didn't do much of the line thing anymore. We pretty well went at our own pace the rest of the way (50 k/ 30 mi).
Just coming into McCook my back tire went. (2:30) Not the best time for a flat, but then when is? I was right in front of Walmart, so I could grab a choco milk and enjoy the A/C of the store once I was on the road again. I'm presently at the McCook library. Oh, we also moved into Central time on route. Today also marks the halfway mark of the tour.
So all in all, not a bad day. A little hot and long, but we're another 150 k down the road as well. Fred starts his sweep duties tonight which will carry on until the end of the ride tomorrow. I haven't seen Wiebo since breakfast.
Day's totals: 154 k (94 mi), 5:44 seat time, 26.9 kph avg (16.2 mph)
3 Comments:
Halfway and still going strong....way to go.
Have a good evening and night be safe tomorrow.
handm
Wow Randy! Halfway!!! How quickly time goes by. Before you know it, you'll be crossing the finish line. What a feeling that will be!
Here's a little poem by Edgar Guest you might enjoy:
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THE PATH THAT LEADS TO HOME
The little path that leads to home
That is the road for me,
I know no finer path to roam,
With finer sights to see.
With thoroughfares the world is lined
That lead to wonders new,
But he who treads them leaves behind
The tender things and true.
Oh, north and south and east and west
The crowded roadways go,
And sweating brow and weary breast
Are all they seem to know.
And mad for pleasure some are bent,
And some are seeking fame,
And some are sick with discontent,
And some are bruised and lame.
Across the world the gleaming steel
Holds out its lure for men,
But no one finds his comfort real
Till he comes home again.
And charted lanes now line the sea
For weary hearts to roam,
But, Oh, the finest path to me
Is that which leads to home.
'Tis there I come to laughing eyes
And find a welcome true:
"Tis there all care behind me lies
And joy is ever new.
And, Oh, when every day is done
Upon that little street,
A pair of rosy youngsters run
To me with flying feet.
The world with myriad paths is lined
But one alone for me,
One little road where I may find
The charms I want to see.
Though thoroughfares majestic call
The multitude to roam,
I would not leave, to know them all,
The path that leads to home.
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Stay safe,
SD the sil
Hey Rand, congratulations on completing the first half!! You guys are doing great, just keep popping the IB profins and before you know it you will be dipping your tire in the Atlantic Ocean, yeah!! Love Shelley
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