…and they’ll roll right over you. And anything else that just happens to be in the way. At least mind did. The wheels on my other brother Clyde were not so strong and we got to change out the tire….probably the nicest tire change spot ever, tho…so lemonade out of that lemon.
Today’s riding took us north out of Sedalia to Boonville. We are currently in spittin’ distance of the “Big Muddy” (which, of course, here does refer to the Missouri, not the water in the sink when the humans go to wash out the limestone dust from their clothes…disgusting….but I digress). Yesterday’s riding was….uh…pedestrian…flat farmland after flat farmland…ooh, a little city…flat farmland…. I get that I’m a plodder, but 300 miles of looking at farmland was going to get pretty old.
Thankfully, today, Mother Nature was kind enough to provide us some lovely views. We had some smaller rivers (Lamine as in Rue de la Mine), some limestone cutouts, some gorgeous gorges off to the side and, of course those “killer” hills….I think one actually hit 2%!!!
More people on the trail today, as well. Yesterday was spookily quiet — it was a Sunday on a 3-day weekend, you’d’ve expected company, but maybe a half dozen bikes in 50 miles. Today…always another bike coming at you, passing or being passed. A lot of bikepacking types and a lot of very tired riders. We now suspect that people skip the Clinton to Sedalia segment because..well…flat farmland and just start in Sedalia. Sedalia sports an Amtrak station so it would make an easy starting spot.
But, if today is any indication of the rest of the trip? Bring it on. (well, except for another flat…that we would prefer to ignore)
Travels With Edwina 