It started raining in the middle of the night and didn't let up until about 2:30pm. So we layed around in the tent all morning, reading up on some of the most important issues in US society (i.e. should the obese be charged extra for plane tickets?, might global climate change be responsible for extreme weather?, is "the decider" a war (mongering)-time president? is plastic surgery important to Americans?). Laalala this was the "big thoughts" edition of newsweek:)
Nick reading (above) and Sam chewing the toothpic in his sleep (below)
Eventually hunger forced us outside and we trudged through the rain to the local breakfast joint, "The Wagon Wheel" Sam and Luke ordered the most delicious omletes ever served at a restaurant (Luke pictured below) and the waitress advised Nick to order less than his initial huge pancake order because he wouldn't be able to eat it all. Well, Nick (me who be writing) foolishly listened to the waitress but was still very hungry at the end of his meal, so he walked over to the other side of the restaurant and scored some half eaten hash browns, eggs and toast off the plates of some non-so-hungry patrons that had already left. Mmmm, belly finally content.
Sam also enjoyed some delicious peanut butter pie.
The rain finally stopped and we got on the road about 3:00pm. The hills suprized us, they are not easy with 70 lbs of sail-like weight strapped to your bike. Pictured below are the rolling hills of Kansas.
Kansas wheat made shorter by a combine.
Nick and Luke break for picture.
Lots of old windmills scattered about apparently abandoned property.
Roadside erosion, perty horizons.
Well, around 9:00pm we had made 42 miles and the sun was sinking low and so we decided it was time to stop for the night. We pulled up to an old farm house (pictured below) but no one was home.
An then Sam's pedal fell off in the driveway. What!?!? yes, the platform fell right off the spindle. Weird. So he tried to fix it for a while, but to no avail. Eventually the farmer came outside (he just didn't hear us knock) and let us stay at his house. Pedal was acting weird though and we decided to leave it until morning.
Thanks to Larry (of Czech descent) who lives near Cuba, KS for the tools, water and camping space!
Miles: 42
Morale: energetically draggin
Rainrainrain and broken pedals
5 comments:
Hello Traveling Trio~
Thanks for the fabulous update, it was yet another treat!
Nick, please don't eat off stranger's plates! That is nasty!!
Some sad news, Nick, the Brown Jug closed today...sold to Hoggies. Guess it could be worse, they could have sold to WalMart!! Celebrated there tonite with a couple beers and burgers with the Cavinee cousins.
Be safe!
Love to all-
Mom S.
i love you nick. how you doing on your bike trip? i cant wait till i see you again! make sure that you have fun!
love
mia
Nickolai and comrades,
Aunt Esther here. Yuk, that was gross, eating off a strangers plate. Behave yourself Buster!! Love the photos, the stories and the commentary. So glad you are having fun.
Love and hugs,
Angels on your shoulders and keep the rubber side down.
Aunt Esther
Way to economize by eating off other people's plates Nick, do listen to your mom or aunt. You guys should maybe check out some dumpsters, Eric tells me they're plentiful out in the western realms.
Adam
Hey Nick, My mom, your mom's Aunt Alyce, always says, "You have to eat a peck 'o dirt before you die!" She didn't, however, say anything about OTHER people's food!! But, guys will be guys; I know, I have three!! You'll be fine and probably have eaten a "peck 'o dirt" by the time you get to your destination. Love the blog-be safe and keep havin' fun! Love, Aunt Jackie
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