tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16289228492284349422024-03-13T04:55:52.287-07:00Falls to FieldsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-35625821680122769142012-07-28T18:03:00.005-07:002012-07-28T18:03:47.753-07:00RAGBRAI Day 7 Anamosa to Clinton (70 miles)<br />
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final day of RAGBRAI and Kevin and Theresa's Falls2Fields epic ride!
As usual it was up early to assemble biking and prep the RV which has
become a routine that everyone knows by rote. Joe and Theresa were
off by 6am to face what seemed to be a race to the end. Teams of
cyclists, youngsters on hand-me-down mountain bikes as well as folks
jamming to 60's tunes all streamed by like we were standing still.
Did we miss the memo? The temps were cool, some bikers even dawned
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The day had 4
climbs (according to Joe, Theresa counted 6) and a long downhill into
the tire dipping site. The first hill was immediate. Joe was
leading then Theresa ground past in the crowd without Joe noticing.
Theresa slowed at the top waiting to see Joe. Joe stopped and waited
for Theresa, then figured he must have missed her and preceded on the
road to Hale (the first town). Theresa figured she would stop at the
edge of town and look for Joe then make a call if she could. (ATT
reception is very poor in the rural midwest.) As soon as she stopped
and looked back... there was Joe! </div>
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-looo4lfP0v8/UBSJ8zAKS-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/T2X3OrTVMoM/s1600/DSC04704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-looo4lfP0v8/UBSJ8zAKS-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/T2X3OrTVMoM/s320/DSC04704.JPG" width="320" /></a>Reunited the biking buddies fueled
on grilled pork sandwich and pie for b-fast! The next stop was Lost
Nation and was the meet up town. Bikes had taken over the gas
station and the lines for the portapotties stretched around a
building. There was no need to intake any additional fuel so on to
the next town. With over 40 miles done Theresa was looking for some
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we exited the town they were enticed with a sign for Brats in 9
miles! That is just what they were wanting today, in addition, Joe
had gotten a message from Kevin that he left at 9 with Zin in tow so
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They cleared hill 3 when they
arrived into Charlotte and Brats! Joe called Kevin (Theresa still
had no service) and he was just 2 miles out. All feasted on Brats
and drank soda while folks passed by to give Zin some love. The ride
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Zin
entertained the cyclist as well as spectators as she was the only dog
in a trailer that we knew of on the route. We were greeted like
champions as we entered Clinton, as folks cheered and congratulated
us as we rolled to the Mississippi river to do the ceremonial dip of
the tire. Pictures were taken quickly as the crowds of cyclist
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After the dipping photo op we rode the
course backwards until we were able to branch off and head to the
Walmart where the RV was parked. Kevin pulled Zin 46 miles and felt
like he could just keep biking. Theresa and Joe clocked 75 glorious
miles to conclude their journey across Iowa! What a great way to
spend Theresa's b-day!</div>
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where Joe picked up his car and started his long trip back to NC.
Theresa and Kevin will head on to a family reunion just outside of
Chicago for a family reunion next weekend and then head back to NC.
This has been a trip of a lifetime and lots of lessons learned for
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We thank you for reading about our adventures and hope you have enjoyed the fun! Stay tuned for what ever we come up with next!</div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-53029594059693133942012-07-27T14:49:00.001-07:002012-07-28T18:32:07.459-07:00RAGBRAI Day 6 Cedar Rapids to Anamosa (42 miles)<br />
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Joe was looking forward to a easy
recovery day but Theresa had studied the elevation and direction for
the day and knew that there would be lots of climbing. Kevin was
feeling much better (after being fueled by a Double cheeseburger the
night before) and looking forward to trying to get in some miles.
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WoUggi_FXJE/UBMIo8kBBtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JF0XCSraLUs/s1600/DSC04680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WoUggi_FXJE/UBMIo8kBBtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JF0XCSraLUs/s320/DSC04680.JPG" width="320" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pT62mfZ5d7E/UBMJNyAw85I/AAAAAAAAAHE/mmiXXtTmvPY/s1600/DSC04684.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pT62mfZ5d7E/UBMJNyAw85I/AAAAAAAAAHE/mmiXXtTmvPY/s320/DSC04684.JPG" width="320" /></a>Off by 6:45 Joe and Theresa headed for “breakfast on the bridge”
only a few miles down the road in Czech Village. The vendors were
all lined up on one side of the bridge while the rest of the space
was bikers flowing across the bridge. The town was very cute and had
a grey haired Accordion orchestra playing in a small gazebo. Joe and
Theresa chowed down on breakfast burritos that weighed about 2lbs and
was about the size of a water bottle. They sat on a bench and looked
out at the river and the many bridges that crossed it as they enjoyed
the monster meal. </div>
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Once clear of bridge and the clumps of cyclists warming up after the
initial stop, Joe declares, “Here we go” and accelerates to gain
some momentum to pick up the pace a bit. Theresa reluctantly
responds as she has learned over the past days that this is Joe's
signal to get going, enough of this slowness, let's go! The first
climb was all that was promised 5-6% climb of about 1 mile. Theresa
only does well on 2-3% climbs as those she can keep a bit of a spin
going, anything over 3 she bogs down, puts it in granny and grinds it
out oh so slowly. Joe was a good biking buddy and waited at the top
of this and every climb today. </div>
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ws5ycV22M98/UBMJ7wJClTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2jOcwwYtE5o/s1600/DSC04689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ws5ycV22M98/UBMJ7wJClTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2jOcwwYtE5o/s320/DSC04689.JPG" width="320" /></a>After 14 miles of hills and a tail
wind we rolled into Mt. Vernon home of Cornell College. This was a
vibrant town with lots of trees and old well kept scholl buildings
that looked more Ivy league than midwest. It was offically “College
Spirit Day” as declared by RAGBRAI so there were representatives
from several Iowa Colleges there handing out wristbands and other
school color paraphernalia. U of I, Drake, Upper Iowa, UNI were all
there. Theresa made sure she got a wristband from her alma mater
Iowa State. They sat in some shade on a side street and enjoyed the
fall like temps and a beverage. The last stop would be Springville
which was 10 miles straight north. The hills continued and now were
accompanied by a 10 mph head wind. Theresa tucked in behind Joe as
often as she could to help maintain some speed but was lost on any
>3% climb. Just as we were entering the town we heard “Rider
Up” being shouted in front of us. Theresa looked up and was
surprised to see it was Kevin! She yelled and he acknowledged and
found a safe spot to turn around. </div>
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They were all ready for a stop,
especially Kevin who had not eaten yet and needed some fuel. He
found a grill where we all could sit down and enjoy a brief rest
while Kevin powered down a pork loin sandwich plate. Kevin was
indeed feeling much better as he powered up each hill with very
little effort. Theresa and Joe were feeling yesterdays long days and
todays hills. The legs just did not respond! Fortunately the route
turned back east to give us a slight tail-side wind that at least
made for nice coasting down each decent. </div>
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJ98HsqT40I/UBMK37_opqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/A6xekUUoFos/s1600/DSC04695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rs8i8if2Io0/UBMKZ-Tt9vI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hrx0ktPeR00/s1600/DSC04692.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rs8i8if2Io0/UBMKZ-Tt9vI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hrx0ktPeR00/s320/DSC04692.JPG" width="320" /></a>Kevin had secured one of
the first spots at the Anamosa Walmart for the RV. He had all the
windows open as temps were quite pleasant and a nice breeze was
blowing. By the time we climbed into the parking lot every open area
of the large lot was filled with RVs, busses (including the Cutters) or cars. Walmart knows that
allowing camping will bring in the business and this day should set
some record sales for this store! We all got beverages, sandwiches
and took fast showers in the RV and napped a bit! That was great!</div>
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The plan for tonight it to do some
shopping at Walmart and explore what is going on in Anamosa, known
for the State Prison and the National Motorcycle Museum.</div>
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last day of RAGBRAI. Normally this is a short milage day, however a
70 mile route is in store to Clinton. <br />
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We were blessed to have a visit from Randy and Trish Roe who live in Cedar Rapids and are old Niegbors-friends from way way back. Kevin used to baby sit Randy if you can believe that! We headed down to the Anamosa celebration did some wine tasting and a lot of reminicing. Very nice! </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-8012137423489062632012-07-26T15:48:00.003-07:002012-07-26T15:48:54.536-07:00RAGBRAI Day 5 – Marshalltown to Cedar Rapids (84++ miles)<br />
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A thunderstorm during the late evening
last night made for a relatively cool start for the cyclists. With a
long and hilly day ahead Joe and Theresa were fueled and ready to go
by 6:20am. Kevin did not plan on riding so he only had the logistics
to navigate today (which have proven to be quite a challenge as he
arrives into the next town). With an estimated elevation of 3500
feet of climbing the hills started right away. Joe began to estimate
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The first town of
Garwin had a band playing countryish music and several stands. The
2<sup>nd</sup> breakfast was sugar laden to power up the next set of
hills. The hills were not steep as each was 2-3 tiers and totaled
maybe 100 feet of elevation to subtract of the total for the day. A
long 17 mile stretch to the next town was made easier by NE winds
that made it a bit easier to crest the top of each rise. Clutier was
a disappointment as it had very little on the main path of the route
and cyclist had to descend into town then climb back out to get back
on the path. Joe and Theresa sat filled their water bottles and sat
in the shade for a bit. Theresa called Kevin to check in and got the
skinny on where the RV was at the end.<br />
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The next town was another
long 17 miles to Garrison that included a northern segment with deja
vu from yesterday. Signs for steak sandwiches were posted 5 miles
out of town to entice the riders. It worked as Theresa was
determined that is the lunch choice for her today. She was
pleasantly surprised to find there was no line and the sandwich was
tasty. Relived that the next town was only a 10 mile gap, Joe and
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Vinton was the meet up town
and was crowded with vendors and bikes. St Mary's advertised a float
that sounded good to Theresa. She was surprised to find that it was
just $1 and delicious, but she did need a Dt coke to follow it. One
more 11 mile segment into Shellsburg where Joe could not resist a
park sandwich and corn on the cob plate. Theresa got ice and water
in her bottle and was set. More climbs where left (Joe's countdown
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As they descended after a long climb there was a sign welcoming us to
Cedar Rapids! Theresa's odometer was at 83 miles so she was thinking
5 more miles to the RV. The route wound around next to the Cedar
river and seemed to go on forever! They finally hit downtown and saw
all the pot a potties set up for the big party there. The signs for
the Blue Camping (Rvs) continued on for another 3 miles until one
last short steep climb to finish into the Sports complex where we
located the TNR banner draped across the front of the Smitanic.
Theresa's odometer registered over 90 miles, Joe's had 89.5.
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We will need to hop on a shuttle bus to
get any dinner tonight. Tomorrow is a recovery ride of 42 miles.
Temps look nice so we are really looking forward to a pleasant ride!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-68619005442245106962012-07-25T19:21:00.001-07:002012-07-25T19:21:27.371-07:00RAGBRAI Day 4 Webster City to Marshalltown (77+ miles)<br />
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Another 5am wakeup call in the
Smitanic. Joe and Theresa fueled up for the first 10 miles with some
cereal and Kevin was busy prepping the RV for it's departure. All
were ready and off around 6am. The first town was almost 12 miles
away and mostly south. Just as yesterday the initial roads where
crowded with cyclist so it was hard to get into a cruising rhythm.
Hints of the predicted southerly winds made progress slower than
previous days. Theresa was feeling a bit oozy from all the previous
intense days so she thought she should get something to eat at the
first stop. After she and Joe consumed their 2<sup>nd</sup>
breakfast they were off to the town on Jewell. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Band playing in Jewell</td></tr>
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Theresa wandered up
and down the main street as a band played, looking at all the vendors trying to decide
what she needed as she was feeling quite light headed. Sugar was the
answer! Chocolate Chip cookie and lemonade would provide what she
needed. The southerly winds were picking up and starting to push a
bit from he West as well. The route unfortunately continued south
against the wind. Theresa tucked in behind Joe's back wheel and was
able to survive until Story City. </div>
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The town opened the local park to
all the bikers including rides on an antique Carousel. Joe hopped on
a horse and Theresa took picks. Theresa was now looking for protein.
She found a place with a Brisket sandwich that looked very
appetizing. Joe failed at his search for a braught and ended up with
2 sandwich substitutions instead. Refueled it was hard to believe
they were not even half way done with the ride. The route turned
directly east which gave some relief from the headwinds but
absolutely no relief from the heat! The next stop was McCallsburg
which boasted to have the oldest living Mayor, and he was present and
available for photos. Theresa was in need of a diet coke with lots
of ice and Joe found water. They sat in the shade for a while just
to get out of the heat. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hills in the distance</td></tr>
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Heat, headwinds next add hills! The gentle
rolling fields became larger mounds and soon turned into full fledged
granny gear hills. One after the other sent pain up Theresa's back
and she had to stop every 8-10 miles. Kevin had called and relayed
that the RV was all set up in a campgrounds with FULL hook up! That
is rare on RAGBRAI and we were quite happy, especially Joe who
informed Theresa that he would be the last one to take a shower
because he wanted to stay in there for a long time! Rolling into the
next town looking for Kevin, Joe and Theresa found some shade and a
hose that was used to drench their heads to cool off after all that
climbing. Theresa called Kevin just to see where he was. He had
made it about 18 miles out (after a 10 am start) from the finish and
had waited 30 min but could no longer hang in the heat so he started
his return. Joe and Theresa had not made very swift progress today
so they were not able to meet up with Kevin. With a greuling 20 miles
left, Joe and Theresa skipped the last town and decided to find a
farmers yard to stop in somewhere around the 10 miles left mark. The
hills continued and Theresa's back once again felt every crack in the
road. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cyclist cooling off with the hose</td></tr>
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One more stop at a farm house that had folks hosing down and
filling water bottles and some shade! Theresa overheard one person
comment that their bicycle thermometer registered 125. Earlier Joe
estimated air temp at 98 and Theresa countered with 105.</div>
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Next stop Marshalltown. The locals
lined the streets watching under shade trees. Several had hoses and
sprinklers set up as we challenged them to soak us. We finally
arrived around 2:30pm exhausted, miserable and ready to sit in AC for
a bit.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kevin recuperating </td></tr>
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It was then that Kevin informed us he
was stopped by the EMS on his way into Marshalltown. Evidently he
came up to a stop sign looking for some shade and they saw him and
immediately applied ice to all extremities to get him cooled down.
He recovered just enough ot make it the rest of the way in just
minutes before Joe & Theresa arrived. Kevin proclaimed this was
his last day of riding as he needs some recovery days... We will see
if that happens!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Let's have a party!</td></tr>
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After everyone got showers (Joe took
his last) we all set out to get the shuttle to town for dinner at
4pm. Earlier is better to beat the crowds and get food before the
town runs out! We settled on a grill that had a pasta choice and AC.
We ate what we wanted and took the remainder in go boxes. After
dinner we strolled thru the square where one of the warm up bands
were playing. On display was a giant Red Solo cup with a sprinkler
spraying water out the top. Marshalltown had picked solo cups as the
theme for the town. The only reason we could come up with it that
they were having a big party (just like the song).</div>
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Tomorrow is the longest planned day of
RAGBRAI 84.8 miles so in actual miles that is more like 90. The temp
is suppose to be slightly cooler in the 90 range rather than the 100+
temps.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-89820402073687490422012-07-24T15:23:00.002-07:002012-07-24T15:23:36.682-07:00RAGBRAI Day 3 Lake View to Webster City (81+ miles)
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Everyone must have decided to get an
early start because the roads where already filled with cyclist
anxious to beat todays forecasted heat. With the RV all set Kevin
rolled out while Joe filled his water bottles. Theresa felt like she
was forgetting something. Once she mounted the bike she knew
immediately what it was, her gloves. Oh well can't do anything about
that now. She figured she could pick up a pair from one of the bike
shops that would be set up in one of the first towns. The temps were
reasonable and the sun had just started to rise. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Early start</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sunrise over RAGBRAI</td></tr>
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The route today was
mostly East with some North into the finish. Towns were plenty and
spaced out in 7-11 increments with a 18 mile stretch at the end.
Theresa saw Bike World was set up at the first town, so she stopped.
Joe wanted to keep rolling as he was still planning on doing the 100+
route. Theresa was pleased to find womens large gloves but not that
pleased to pay $30 for them as they seemed a bit tight. Oh well they
well loosen up after she Sweats in them for 81 miles. The lines were
ridiculously long at all the food venders as well as the
porta-potties so she opted to just go to the next town 7 miles away.
Now solo she plotted along the route tucking in behind any one who
seemed to be moving at a pace she could handle. Once in Lake City it
was time for some breakfast. A local was saying how good a local
restaurant's food was so Theresa went with that advice. That was a
solid tip as Theresa got eggs, sausage, biscuit and tea for $5 (that
is a great value for RAGBRAI). Completely fueled she figured she
would be good until the mid-point. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Biker Showers today were welcome </td></tr>
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The next town was the meeting
town of Lohrville which had the route wind in thru the main part of
town (including a Biker Wash) just so we could hit all the local vendors. Theresa stopped
shortly to fill her bottle but then was rewarded for the trip thru
town with a cold bottle of water on the way out. She chugged it in
time to throw the empty to the collectors as she rejoined the main
route. Back on the route the wind had picked up substantially from
the Southeast about 10-20mph. Theresa once again looked for some
draft relief, she actually felt good that she was strong enough to
hook up and “mind the gap” in the draft line. She tucked in
behind a guy in a yellow shirt that was going about 16mph (that was 3
more mph than she was doing solo). She held onto that all the way
into the next town where they slowed enough for her to thank him for
the pull. She found out he was from Raleigh and that this was his
first RAGBRAI. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Freshly picked sweet corn, Yum!</td></tr>
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Gowrie had most of the vendors in the town park with
a DJ encouraging cyclist to come up and tell where they were from.
Theresa was going to pass on any food but could not resist an ear of
sweet corn. Carbs will be good fuel. The wind was relentless, so
once again she found a draft line that was barely making 13mph. The
leaders could not maintain a steady pace and kept falling out of the
front spent from fighting the wind. Theresa did take her turn at the
lead and was able to hook on to another pace line that was moving
slightly faster. Must have been a dozen or so folks in the peloton.
The lead of the pack was a tandom. This is good she thought because
they go slower up hills so maybe she can maintain... just then they
went down a small hill and the tandom and the pack accelerated but
Theresa did not mind the gap so got dropped big time! Good thing the
town of Dayton was right around the corner and she was ready for a
short stop thinking Kevin would be meeting her at the next town. She
sat for a bit under a tree and ate a granola bar that had been in her
back jersey pocket for several days (and who knows how long it had
been in the cupboard before that). She reviewed the map and
estimated 24 miles left, she can do this. Mounting her bike she
rolled around the next corner and was flagged down by Kevin! With
the early start and some blistering tail winds he made 28 miles to
Dayton. Theresa was disappointed the end was more miles than she
thought but not much you can do about that. Kevin had already
indulged in a giant braught while he was waiting an allotted 45 min
to see Theresa. She made it with 6 minutes to spare! Theresa got a
hamburger to fuel the remaining miles, thankful for the company.
Kevin filled her in on the remaining terrain as she tucked in
slightly behind his back tire to find the optimal suction. There
were 2 hills promised out side Lehigh (the next town). Theresa only
had one more gear to go at the start of the hill so she just put it
in 1<sup>st</sup> and crawled up the hill. Kevin of course powered
up the hill effortlessly and waited for Theresa. Back on the flats,
the wind was even stronger with gusts as we passed stands of trees or
reached the top of a rise. The roads were also rutted and began to
wear on Theresa's back (among other extremities). We stopped one
last time before the end where the road turned north and with the
wind. You could hear all the cyclists breath a collective sigh of
relief as they all made the turn north. We were able to now shift
into the big chain ring and pick up some speed. We rolled into town
at about 2pm and meandered thru to the Fairgrounds. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Welcome to Webster City</td></tr>
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The RV was
parked in the infield of the dirt race track, dust was flying and the
Rvs were packed in like sardines. There are no vendors and the
showers were quite far away, so we opted to use the RV facilities and
pull some Chicken out to grill tonight. Joe made it in around 3:30
with is century patch in hand!</div>
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Tomorrow's weather looks more even
worse than today with 100+ temps and winds of 15-25mph winds from the
SW. We have a 77 route to Marshalltown that is mostly east with some
South with lots of towns (thank goodness).</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-61249448335859119372012-07-23T15:04:00.001-07:002012-07-23T15:04:35.022-07:00RAGBRAI Day 2 Cherokee to Lake View (62 miles)
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Breakfast Burrito line. Yes it was worth it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Starting at sunrise.</td></tr>
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As planned Joe and Theresa were ready
to head out by 6:15 AM. Kevin had the RV all fired up and was
heading for the Dump station that was conveniently in the Fairgrounds
where we camped. The strategy for the day was to make as much
progress as we could early in the day, do short stops but see
whatever the towns had to offer. The towns were very evenly spaced
today about 11 miles apart so this was perfect for rest stops and
refueling. The first exit out of town was up a hill, but with the
sun just rising and leftover rain from last nights showers it was a
glorious view! The ride to the first town was rolling hills that let
you coast downhill at about 22mph and then top the next rise at about
18mph. Signs along the way close to town advertised pancakes,
sausage and breakfast burritos. By the time rolled into Aurelia
hungry for b-fast. Theresa stood in line for the burrito while Joe
opted for the the pancakes. After consuming every bite we headed out
to see which carbo load would produce the most power.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">rollerblades?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Unicycle</td></tr>
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Again the
roads were gentle rises and falls that let Theresa take the lead for
a bit to set the pace then Joe would power ahead and take his turn.
Theresa thought this must be how the Thorns keep the pace line going
and are able to do 20 mph averages. Perhaps when she returns she
will be ready to try to stay with the Stems... but then again maybe
not :) We passed by all shapes, sizes and styles of cyclist. One guy was riding a unicycle and another was on roller blades. Impressive! </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lake View</td></tr>
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The next 'town' was Hanover Village which was more of a
crossing of two roads with a country store and a few houses. Never
the less they had free water station, hamburgers, pancakes and other
delights all set up for the bikers to consume. There was also a
display of an old saw mill where they were saving the side off a
large tree stump. Wanting to keep to the plan of short stops Joe and
Theresa got water bottles filled, walked around for a bit, had a
brief conversation with the locals, thanked them and then once again
joined the continual flow of cyclists on the road. Heading south
there was a bit more headwind so Theresa tucked in behind Joe to get
the benefit of the vortex. By 10:30 we got to the halfway town of
Schaller where the claimed of fame was “The Popcorn Capital of the
World”. Free popcorn was handed out, however Joe really wanted
some Sweet corn and Theresa went in search of a glass of Ice and DT
Coke. Theresa did breakdown and had some of the free popcorn which
quickly made her mouth even dryer so she washed it down with the
soda. The short rest was up so off we rolled. The next town came up
fast as they were clocking in the 20s on the flats when we came into Nemaha (population 85). The town folks where wearing and selling t-shirts with the Town slogan “The Mighty little town!” on the front and on the back said “Now get back on your bike and get the Hell of of town.... have a nice day!” Joe and Theresa following the orders filled water bottles and made their exit. Theresa quickly got back into Stem-training mode as we accelerated back to cruising speeds of around 18-20mph. </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As they rolled into the last town of Sac City Joe asked Theresa if she was ready for snack or lunch. Theresa's stomach was growling so she responded LUNCH! Just as they were slowing down for their exit, there was Kevin on the side of the road flagging then down! Kevin had spent two hours just getting the RV out of the previous town, then had to drive 60 miles to todays end and find where to park the Smitanic. It was after 10 when he finally got to get biking on the route upstream. He was on the verge of another bonk and eating a Porkloin sandwich with coleslaw and Coke. This looked might good to Theresa so she set off to line up for that vendor. She also needed ice so that was another vendor to get that. Joe thought the pulled pork was a good choice. The TNR contingent sat under the camouflage shade tent and powered down the much needed fuel. Joe and Theresa convinced Kevin to not go any further upstream and just return back to the town with them. He willingly agreed as it was really heating up. There were a few tough climbs out of town then gradual rollers the last 9.5 miles into Lake View. Theresa in full stem mode pushed up every hill with Kevin and Joe drafting behind. She was just ready to get into town and be out of the heat. The last few hills did her in as she hit the proverbial wall and could no longer keep the Stem pace. Finally we arrived in Lake View whose slogan is “It's a life style”. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The RV was parked at the HS away from the lifestyle of the lake and felt more like a desert than a Lake town. Kevin had the AC going to keep Zin comfortable so it was at least 20 degrees different than the near 100 degree temps outside. After relaxing and consuming some recovery beverages Theresa was off to the showers and Joe soon followed. Kevin still felt the heat of the day so he held down the fort in the RV. The showers where constructed on the outside of the school out of 2x4s and black plastic sheets. There was a line of about 18 individual coed showers with a line of about 20ish people who paid $5 for a scrachy towel and a 30 min wait in the sun for a cold shower. Theresa paid her $5 bucks and put the towel on her head to try to keep some of the sun form melting her. The shower was surprisingly refreshing but by the time you got back to the RV you were ready for a redo.</span></div>
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Theresa advised Kevin to just use the
RV shower rather then standing 1 hour in the heat. So he did and it
was good.
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Right now we are tring to stay cool in
the comfort of the Smitanic. Generator is working real hard to even
get the temp to 80, but it sure beats the outside temp. Joe is
napping in the recliner chair pretending to watch the News on TV.
Kevin and Theresa are both working on their MacBooks to get this
blog post out for anyone who cares to read it.
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Tonight there is a Lasagna dinner in
the HS so that is probably all we will muster the effort to get to.
Tomorrow's ride is an 81 miles with a 23 mile extra loop to make a
century for those who want to claim that accomplishment for the day.
The prediction is for more 100+ temps. Joe wants to do the 100,
however Theresa feels no need to stay out in the sun any longer than
she needs to. We will try to make an even earlier start tomorrow so
we can get into Webster City by 1 or 2pm.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-47493542681200623692012-07-22T17:39:00.000-07:002012-07-22T17:39:08.661-07:00RAGBRAI Day 1 Sioux Center to Cherokee ( 54 miles)<br />
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Alarms went off at 5:45 and we all got
moving right away. The RV was ready to go before 7AM and Joe and
Theresa walked to the corner to wait for Carl and company. We left
without breakfast nor coffee! After waiting for 15 min, Theresa
called Carl to leave a message and then she and joe took off. We
knew it would be a hot day so we were anxious to get going. Bikes
were flowing in all directions out of town. Folks lined the street
sitting in lawn chairs to cheer on the crowds. This was a big event
for the small town of Sioux Center and the main event for the day,
week and year no doubt. The stream of bikes could be seen topping
every hill in the distance. Theresa was relieved to be riding her
Classic Bock which is a good 20lbs lighter than the Green Machine. </div>
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The first 10 miles clicked off effortlessly to Orange City which is
famed for being of Dutch Heritage. Intrigued by a cobbler shaving
wooden shoes, Joe and Theresa decided to stop and take in the town. </div>
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As Joe was discussing the craftsmanship, Theresa heard someone
calling her name. It was Janice Sitzes the 4<sup>th</sup> member of
the TNR RAGBRAI team. We all chatted with a town ambassador who
recommended the Dutch Puppies (a delightful pastry of waffle on a
stick dipped in chocolate and topped with whipped cream). Joe
quickly nick named it a gut bomb because he knew it would hit hard on
our empty stomachs under the sun. Joe checked out a calliope that
was playing in the town Square examining closely the inner workings of
slotted folded cardboard that drove the music. This was a cute
little town that brought all their floats and had folks dressed in
Dutch outfits and wearing wooden shoes. And we thought we were hot!
Yikes.</div>
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We once again joined the steady flow
of cyclist on to the next eating frenzy. We passed on the next town
which was only 4 miles from the last and continued on to Granville.
We paused only long enough to get water and check in with Kevin. The
reception on ATT was so bad Theresa could barely hear Kevin and
vise-versa. She did pick up that the RV was parked at the
Fairgrounds and that he was able to get 50 amp hook up! Woohoo!
Lots of AC tonight! Kevin was biking upstream, with Zin in tow, on
the route to meet us at the last town about 18 miles from the finish.
His start was around 10pm so the heat of the day was already
pressing. Joe and Theresa were only 14 miles away from the meet up
town so they took their time as they now headed south into 10mph head
winds into Marcus. Once in town, Joe and Theresa walked all the way
to the other end of town knowing that would be a good advantage point
to see Kevin. Ready for some lunch they got hamburgers, and found
some soda as well that hit the spot. Finding a place in the shade,
Theresa tried to call Kevin but it was just not going thru, so Joe
called (he has Verizon) and got in touch with Kevin who estimated he
was 5 miles out. When Kevin rolled in he looked like he was spent.
Theresa fetched a soda and Pulled pork sandwich for him as he waited
in the shade. He had not eaten at all that morning and was beginning
to bonk so the sandwich started getting the feeling back to the
limbs. Zin was watered and making friends with lots of bikers.
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Despite offers from both Joe and
Theresa, Kevin insisted on continuing to pull the dog! We once again
headed south into the winds with Joe and Theresa trying to set up a
vortex draft for Kevin and Zin. It was hard to stay together with
the crowds of cyclist all around us. Down hills the trailer acted as
a parachute dragging Kevin further back and uphills the weight of the
dog and trailer was like an anchor dragging on the sandy bottom of
the lake. Finally at the top of a hill Joe and Theresa pulled off
and extracted the trailer from Kevin's bike and hooked it up to
Theresa's Bock. Kevin was spent. Joe stayed with him and Theresa
got going with Zin in tow. We had turned East now and got a bit of a
tail wind so the trailer became more of a sail. There was a big down
hill into town followed by a short uphill which She sauntered right
up anxious to reach the RV. The Fairgrounds where on the other side
of town 1 mile from the main tents and all the vendors. One more
hill up to the fairgrounds and she hunted down Smitanic. Quickly she
got Zin inside with the AC and water. Just as she was unhooking the
trailer Kevin and Joe pulled in, they were surprised that they did
not catch Theresa (so was she). Beers were consumed and Kevin rested
a bit still beat up by the heat of the day. Later it was off to cold
showers then dinner at a grill across the street from the
fairgrounds to carbo-load.
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All agreed it would be an early bedtime
as well as an early rise tomorrow for the planned 62 mile ride in 104
degree heat! Zin may sit this one out in the RV not sure if Kevin
will join her!</div>
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-57455555085277570582012-07-22T14:42:00.003-07:002012-07-22T14:42:44.987-07:00RAGBRAI Day 0 Prep for the start of Bikes Occupy Iowa<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was great seeing Rod and Brenda Turner after lots of years!</td></tr>
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Theresa returned from her tip to Dallas
on Thursday to find clean bikes all loaded and ready to go for the
next phase of our adventure, RAGBRAI (Register's Annual Great Bike
Ride Across Iowa). The remaining prep would be completed on Friday
morning. We took a break from the prep and met Theresa's cousin Greg
and his wife Treasure for a nice lunch as they live in Moline. It
heated up during lunch so when we returned to the campsite we took a
short dip in the pool which cooled us off for a bit while we waited
the arrival of out TNR riding buddy Joe Pittman from NC. While we
were waiting, Kevin's phone rings and shows the name Carl Berry, he
answered it “Are you at RAGBRAI?”. His reply was he was on his
way. We know Carl from Steve Cope's epic trip across the country in
2008, when we surprised Steve at the Louisiana border. Carl had
already hooked up with Steve so we continued on their journey and had
the best time ever. This was the inspiration for our adventure!.
Kevin made arrangements to call Carl once we got to the start so we
would be sure to hook up. Once he arrived we got all his stuff
loaded and we were heading onto Iowa at about 6:30pm. Our plans had
us driving about 3 hours to just north of Des Moines and stay at a
Walmart for the night. We had been contacted by old College friends,
Rod and Brenda Turner who thought they had seen us on our Drive a few
days earlier in IL heading out of Peoria. Indeed we were in that
area so we concluded it was us they had seen... what are the odds we
thought! Anyway they live near the Walmart so once we arrived they
joined us for a nice visit. It was great reminiscing about the ISU
Johnson House adventures so many years ago and catching up on what
has transpired over the years.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Forest from Bike World</td></tr>
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Today we got going around 8am for our 4
hour drive to Sioux Center, IA in north western part of the state.
The ride was smooth and uneventful. The terrain became quite rolling
once we got north of Council Bluffs (a bit of a prelude to the next
days ride). We stopped for gas at the first place in Sioux Center at
a Full Service station (did not even know those existed any more)
Mr. Tire. A young man pumped the gas while we all took turns using
the restroom. How nice was that! On into the town we were directed
to the fairgrounds to park in the designated RV parking area. We
were early so we were luck enough to get a spot in the shade. We set
up and let the Smitanic expand to her full glory. We sat outside
with a nice breeze and ate a sandwich and drank our inaugural beer.
Joe got on his bike and rode 15 miles to the river to dip his tire
while Kevin and Theresa began some prep for the next days ride.
Theresa wanted to ride her classic 1979 Jeffery Bock as it was much
lighter than the Green Machine. Kevin started to dig out her gear
and discovered he had forgot to pack her shoes and her Cateye, oopps!
Guess it is time for a new pair of shoes! We marched off to the
Expo (which was wall to wall bodys and bikes) to find Bike World.
This was a familiar bike shop when we lived in Iowa years ago and we
causully knew the owner Forest Ridgeway. They were very helpful and
were impressed with Theresa's classic. We were surprised to see that
Forest was there and Kevin introduced himself and dropped some of our
friends names that we knew he would recognize. We again took a tour
down memory lane while Theresa's bike got all hooked up with new
peddles to fit her new sandal style shoes! </div>
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By know we were dripping
but continued on the mission to find a Cateye that would work to
replace the one left behind. There was a CatEye tent where we asked
the guy if he had something that would work. He replied “you may
just be lucky … I have one!”. He slipped it on the bike and spun
the tire to validate it worked. Kevin thanked him and asked how much
we owed him. He said you know what I'd really like is a Dt Coke!
Consider it done! Theresa was now equipped to roll.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We caught up with Carl Berry at the expo.</td></tr>
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We did a bit more prep and examining
maps for the next day. Kevin has to take a different route with the
RV to the next town so he wanted to assure he knew the route as he
will note have any help navigating. We then grabbed some dinner. We
set out for the Spaghetti dinner hosted byt a local church but saw
the line and opted for Sloppy Joes in a building near by. It was
antiquate. Once back at the RV, Carl and 3 of his group showed up
supplied with cold beer! We all gathered in the RV and once again
recalled events from the Steve Cope ride as well as other biking
adventures.
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Carl & Company left as it was
getting late and we all had an early morning. Theresa still needed
to write this blog! Just as Theresa got the first paragraph drafted
explosions began! The Fireworks were right over our heads and loud!
Zin jumped and curled up in a corner. We watched from our window as
the sky continued to lite up for about 15 min. RAGBRAI XL has
officially started!
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The ride tomorrow is a planned 54 miles
to Cherrokee with 2-3 'towns' along the way. The route is mostly
south with some east and of course the forecast is for SSW winds at
10-20 mph and a hot 97. Joe has estimated 24 x 40 = 168 hours of
sweating!
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-32705814514497962842012-07-16T10:31:00.000-07:002012-07-16T10:31:06.451-07:00Day 21 - East Moline, ILToday started out hot and just got hotter! <br />
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Theresa's sister Mary Jean was camping next to us in her T@B. It looked as though the Smitanic had given birth. Everyone in the park stopped by and made comments on how cute it was. The also thought Zin was adorable. We were very lazy today and just could not get moving. The thought of biking in the heat was intolerable, even floating in a tub in the river in the heat of the day sounded like torture. NO MORE SUN! We tried to keep cool in the RV and then did a bit of prep for our travels tomorrow. Theresa packed her suitcase for her work trip and Kevin got all the bikes off the RV in prep for taking it into the glass repair place. <br />
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<b>Theresa declared the Falls 2 Fields adventure officially over! We learned lots of lessons that we will summarize later. </b><br />
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<b>Next will be the start of RAGBRAI starting on July 21 going from the West side of Iowa to the East and finishing on July 28th. </b><br />
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PS. After a late trip to the shower house, Kevin decided that this campsite will just not work for the week he is here. Without sewer hook up he owuld have to conserve water and use the common bath house and not be able to do laundry. Additionally the site was far from anything. He quickly got on his laptop and found a KOA campsite that was near the Quadcities Airport (where Theresa was flying out of). He jotted down the address and phone for a call in the morning.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-76945330442892688782012-07-14T21:12:00.004-07:002012-07-14T21:12:42.299-07:00Day 20 Hennepin Canal Park<br />
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<b>Logistics: </b></div>
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We woke up this morning at
5AM ( after a 8:30pm bedtime) to thunderstorms! They continued until
about 9 am. The region really needs the rain and we welcomed the
extra sleep and slow start to our penultimate day of Falls to Fields.
In considering our alternatives Theresa had recalled seeing a 60+
long bike path that was intriguing. The Hennepin Canal Park
stretched the majority of central Illinois, how could this be left
out of the route across the state? She googled for any info she
could find and it was slim pickins. She did find the visitors center
for the park. The park stretched horizontally the entire width of
Illinois. Having no Idea what to expect on this trail, Kevin
suggested that we go to the visitor center and scope it out. We can
ride a bit from there and then perhaps stage a care for the next day.
OK we have a plan. The rain was gone and the clouds kept it cool
for a while, although temps into 90's were still predicted. The
visitor center was only 40 miles away so we charted a course to those
coordinates.</div>
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<b>The route:</b></div>
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We docked the RV and the Jeep
separately in the parking lot of the visitor center only to find out
that the center was closed for the day. Who knows why? There were a
few folks in the area that seemed to frequent the park so we asked
them for the skinny on the trail. They assured us it was “cinder”
trail with a few hills going east (where we were heading) and paved
to the West. We thought OK this is like the American Tobacco trail
near Cary, NC. We can do that. We hooked up the dog trailer to
Kevin's bike and we were off to investigate. After the recent rains
the trail was very mushy and with the sun coming out over the area
steamy much like being in a giant Terrarium. We road about 2 miles,
Theresa stopped to check her tires to see if the breaks were rubbing
but no. Surely something was pulling her back because she could not
keep up with Kevin with the trailer at who was powering up ahead at a
blazing 10 mph.
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This was flat right? A canal? Oh there
are locks that means there will be uphills and later a downhill? Yes
at 4 miles we reached the first historical locks that descended a
whole 10 feet. The locks were pretty cool and provided a photo
opportunity. We continued along in hopes to make at least 10 miles
out before we headed back. We quickly abandond the idea of staging a
car for tomorrow's ride as there was no F@#$ing way we would make 40
miles on this path! We passed several locks that provided a bit of
variation in the scenery and a few tunnels under some roads. We
pulled over near the 10 mile mark and took a bit of a break before we
headed back. The trail back gave a different view of each of the
locks that were more scenic thanthe way out. (see the pics) It was
getting much hotter as the moisture from the crushed rock was turning
to steam under the heat of midday. Moisture was dripping off us like
the moisture dripping off the sides a terrarium. There was only a
hint of a breeze from the South. We finally made it back to he RV
around 2pm CT after 2 hours of biking and did 20ish miles on the
trail. This was as tough as any 40-50 mile day on the road!</div>
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<b>Stats:</b></div>
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Day 15 of riding, 20 miles, 9.4mph avg,
total trip miles 739 and 950 calories burned for the days ride.</div>
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Kevin's Garmin:</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/199267667#.UAI7Ioqi12o.email"><span style="color: #084ee6;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><u>http://connect.garmin.com/activity/199267667#.UAI7Ioqi12o.email</u></span></span></span></a></div>
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<b>After the ride:</b></div>
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We arranged to meet Theresa's sister at
the the Moline Campsite. We punched its address into the Garmin and
a warning flashed up.. 12.2 ft underpass was part of the route.
Since our RV was 13 ft clearance this was not going to fly! Theresa
called the Campsite and asked if there was a way to avoid this
obstruction. Indeed there was and she made note of the detour and
validated it with google, so she now knew the general plan. Theresa
drove the jeep as to guide the Smitanic into safe shores. The
Smitanic GPS consistently sounded the low bridge warning no matter
how close we got to the campsite. The detour instructions were right
on and we pulled in just before the 12'2” bridge. When we signed
in the manager said there was a RV two days earlier that went under
it and took off 2 of their ACS and their satellite. Ouch that had
to hurt! She guided the Smitanic into port to dock. We thought
this was a full hook up but soon discovered there was no Sewer. Not
good but we will have to make it work. On the up side we were right
next to the Rock River and saw Folks tubing and enjoying the wet of
the river! Theresa's sister Mary Jean had already pulled into the
site with her <a href="mailto:T@b">T@b</a> which got all sorts of
attention because of it's compact sleek look! We enjoyed a good
grilled meal and chatted up with the other campers. During the
middle of one of the converstaions our son Kiehl called , and ended
up to join in on the conversation as if he was one of the members
gathered around the campfire. The <a href="mailto:T@b">T@b</a> and
Zin competed for the most popular park visitor as several campers
passed by asking to pet the dog or see inside the T@b.</div>
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<b>Tomorrow's plans:</b></div>
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The debate is on as to ride a bit of
the canal trail or do tubing on the river or maybe both! What every
we do this will be a great ending to the Falles2Fields adventure and
a great start to RAGBRAI. Theresa will pack for her trip to Dallas
and Kevin plans on checking out the area after he takes the RV into
the glass place to get the front windshield replaced. One more day
of the adventure and then Theresa heads of to Dallas for a business
trip. At the end of the week we are joined by one of our bicycling
friends from Cary and then head to the Western edge of Iowa to start
RAGBRAI 40.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-11496357431078537892012-07-13T18:34:00.003-07:002012-07-13T18:34:30.113-07:00Day 19 – Henry, IL to Odell, IL<br />
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<b>Logistics:</b></div>
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The car was waiting for us in Odell
about 60+ miles away. Neither Kevin nor Theresa could fathom
Pulling the dog today and it was going to be in the upper 90's so we
left Zin in the RV in the comfort of the AC. After some coffee,
toast we got the bikes ready and we where off by 7:00AM our earliest
start yet!.
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<b>The route:</b></div>
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Henry, IL was 7 miles south of our
campsite so we had to make up that distance before we could get on
the true trail to Odell. We covered that in short order with speeds
around 15 mph. Once in Henry, Kevin spied a Casey's General Store
that had a very open parking area where we could stage the RV
tomorrow morning, so we swung in there to ask the manager if that
would be OK. The Fair was just starting there so there would be lots
of traffic in and by the store but she was OK with us parking the RV
there during the day while we bike. We have not yet been told no
when asking if we can stage a vehicle overnight.</div>
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Unencumbered by the 80lb trailer, Kevin
was anxious to get as many miles in before the heat set in. Our
first climb of the day occurred just out of Town as we rode a very
narrow Bridge up and over the Illinois River. Once over the bridge
we turned right onto Highway 26 and were expecting another turn .3
miles down the road. There was a road that felt right, but the sign
did not match our directions. We continued for about 1 mile looking
but no other street appeared. A quick iPhone check and sure enough
the road we passed was it. We did a u-turn and headed back an
wouldn't you know it the sign was switched around again! Is there a
thing going on in IL where street signs are getting switched? We
encounter at least 1-2 each day.
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We were down in a valley and new we
needed to go up, up, up. Once we got back on course we saw the hill
that would get us out of this valley and into the flats. Not seeing
any substantial hill for 2 weeks the legs did not know what to do.
Theresa struggled in her middle ring on the Green machine and Kevin
walked up it with little effort in his small chain ring on his
triple. The roads then flattened out but Theresa was not recovered
and fell way behind (she pushed too big a gear up the previous hill).
The headwinds were from the SE which of course was the direction we
were heading. After about 3 miles Theresa was able to catch back up
(Kevin coasted and waited and coasted and waited). Once in tow
Theresa did a solid job of minding the gap just to the left rear of
Kevin's back tire. We hammering away at 15-18 mph as we rolled into
Wenona. Wenona was the half way mark for the days distance (oh wait
– it was not 57 miles, not even 60 miles, it was closer to 70
miles). We were ready for a quick bite to eat after the first 30
miles were done before 10AM. Along the main street was a grill (
the only one open actually) that boasted Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner.
This met the criteria so we parked the bikes in front as a
intoxicated local stumbled out to great us. The bar area already had
several stools occupied and there was a separate dining area which
had a few tables with the usual clientele intently watching 'The
View' . Kevin and Theresa split a skillet meal which was exactly the
right amount. We filled water bottles with ice water and made our
exit. On to the next 30 ++ miles. The draft line resumed as we made
a long stretch directly east on a corn and bean lined road. Finally
a turn to the south, but what ,it looks like gravel, can this be
right? We double checked the street sign and it was correct. The
gravel was actually fresh “chip seal” that had been laid over an
existing surfaced road with lots of tar underneath. It was hard to
control the bike and Kevin asked “how long on this?” Theresa
replied 3 miles. Kevin just sighed (knowing Theresa's 3 miles are
more accurately 5 miles). Theresa's back started to ache really bad
so she did what she could to hold a 10mph pace. Kevin slowed to
match her pace so she might draft. As he slowed so did she, then he
slowed some more, and so did she. The pace line was not going to
happen, so Kevin road a head just to get this stretch over! The next
turn gave a bit of relief and another town. Time for something cold.
We stopped at a Casey's and downed a mega dt. Coke and shared a
PayDay. We stood inside to cool off as it was over 90 by now. We
put the remaining ice and soda in a water bottle and filled the
others with water. Only 12 miles left to the end! It was a steady
climb into Odell. As we could see the bridge over I55 we also saw a
truck slowly coming in our direction. “What is he doing?”,
Theresa asked. Just then we could see he was throwing out new
Chip-seal. He was nice enough to pause the rock throwing until he
got by us, then resumed. We carefully surfed thru the new rock, up
over the bridge and into town. Kevin clocked 67 miles, way off from
the original estimate (a theme that Kevin has experience almost each
day). The temp in the car registered 100. We were thankful we did
not bring the dog!</div>
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<b>Stats:</b></div>
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Day 14 of riding, 67 miles, 13.6 mph
avg, total trip miles 719 and 4200 calories burned for the days
ride.</div>
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Kevin's Garmin:</div>
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<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/198865208#.UAC4rdEo1PQ.email">http://connect.garmin.com/activity/198865208#.UAC4rdEo1PQ.email</a></div>
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<b>After the ride:</b></div>
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We shared and ice beer from the local
Store. Loaded up the bikes and headed back to the campsite. Dinner
was Braughts on the grill as it started to rain. The rain was
welcome as it cooled the temps down to a tolerable level but the
humidity lingered. Theresa checked into work then started to upload
picks.</div>
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<b>Tomorrow's plans:</b></div>
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We will take both vehicles and stage
the RV in Henry at the Casey's and then drive the Jeep to Cambridge
for a planned 57 mile day (stay tuned to find out the true mileage).
Not sure if we will bring Zin as the weather is suppose to be a
repeat of today.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-67710489445560012272012-07-12T20:37:00.011-07:002012-07-13T18:32:25.218-07:00Day 18 – Odell, IL to Ashkum, IL<b>Logistics:</b><br />
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Today since we needed to get the Jeep
to the start of the ride we drove the designated trail to see if we
would encounter any closures or surprises. Some of the roads were
quite narrow (one lane) and there were long desolate stretches, and
once again there were 0 towns. The wind was picking up from the SE
and guess what our direction was … yes SE into the head winds. We
were glad we had filled all 7 water bottles. When we arrived at
Odell we searched for the town grocery store, thinking that would be
a good place to park the jeep. As we turned in to the main part of
town we saw other cyclist (young men) preparing to ride just outsied
a local cafe! We elected to park by the cafe and find out what they
were planning. We introduced ourselves and asked what they were
doing. Turns out the were riding the same route we were however they
were doing the entire US Northern tier from Seattle to Maine. They
had completed 2800 of the 4400 mile route! They are doing it as a
fund-raiser for scholarships for their university, Grove City
College. They had planned it for a year and got some funding for the
college and a sag wagon. They asked if we wanted to join them today
but we said we would not want to slow them down. They gave us their
card and said the cafe was the best place to grab a bite. Here is
their website in case you are interested <a href="http://teamgcc.com/" target="_blank">teamgcc.com</a>
We put Zin in her trailer just outside the window and sat down at
Misty's Wishing Well cafe. This was a single owner who was the
waitress, cook and clean up (among other things). Breakfast was
quite tasty and hit the spot! Good call guys!</div>
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We also asked Misty if it was OK to
leave our car there as well, she said just move it down a bit and it
would be fine. We attached the dogs trailer to Kevin's bike, said
farewell to the guys, and said we would she them again as we
expected them to pass us like lightening on the road!</div>
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<b>The route:</b></div>
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We knew what to expect from our recon
drive to the start. Kevin pulled Zin the first 13 miles, Corn, beans,
farm houses, and a whole lot of nothing in every direction. At one
point we paused at an intersection of 2 x00 roads and each way looked
exactly the same. Reminded us of an opening or ending of a Steven
King Novel or some Twilight Zone episode. Kevin was getting sleepy
even, as if being possesed, perhaps he was hypnotized by the endless
corn rows who knows. He swapped the trailer with Theresa and then
set the draft for her to catch so the pace would not be so hypnotic.
We plugged along at about 10mph top end ( that was the best Theresa
could produce). Even the draft generated by passing cars or semis
only brought us up to about 11mph. One more swap about 8 miles out
back to Kevin and our 38 miles for the day was complete. We were
done my 11:30.</div>
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<b>Stats:</b></div>
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Day 13 of riding, 38 miles, 10.6mph
avg, total trip miles 652 and 1866 calories burned for the days
ride.</div>
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Kevin's garmin stats:</div>
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<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/198614219#.T_-G6zzlotk.email"><span style="color: #084ee6;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><u>http://connect.garmin.com/activity/198614219#.T_-G6zzlotk.email</u></span></span></span></a></div>
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<b>After the Ride:</b></div>
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When we pulled into the park where the
RV was staged, we saw a van with bike racks and another cyclist. We
again introduced ourselves and asked what the event was. The said
they had about 8 folks that were going from the southern end of
Illinois to the northern end ( about 6 days). These folks where the
support group. We traded stories of other Bicycle rides including
RAGBRAI and then it was time to pack up and get going to the new
campsite. Theresa had made reservations at a place 8 miles north of
Henry (about 53 miles west on the route). So our drive was about 2
hours. Theresa got her laptop and mifi card out and began working
while Kevin drove the RV. We once again had to take a detour because
of construction, but the GPS recalculated and got us to Henry. We
piced up supplies at the only grocery store in town and headed to
Condits Ranch RV park. The terrain is a bit hilly near the campsite
so that will be a challenge. We checked in and docked the Smitanic
and turned the AC to full blast! Theresa continued to work as Kevin
fixed a great dinner of steak, corn on the cob and veggies... Yumm.
We opened our last bottle of wine noting we would need to stop
tomorrow on the way back to the campsite.</div>
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<b>Tomorrow's plans:</b></div>
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Up early and start riding! NO
logistics as we just leave from here and bike to the jeep in Odell,
where we may have to have a late lunch at Misty's!</div>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-75356089555742900892012-07-11T20:03:00.003-07:002012-07-11T20:03:51.649-07:00Day 17 – Ashkum, IL to Brook, IN<br />
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<b>Logistics:</b></div>
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We actually got up with our alarms
today at 4:30 ish. Kevin made coffee. We got the RV packed up and
it was an easy exit from the campsite. A quick stop at the Dump
station and we we rolling by 6:30. On our way to Rensselaer to
retreive the car (about 60 miles away) we recalled a closed road and
sure enough the RV GPS wanted us to go that way. Kevin pulled into
the nearest drive and Theresa directed him as he backed up so he
could “come about” in the Smitanic. We choose an alternate hwy
in hopes the GPS would recalculate and continue a true course. At
Walmart we docked the RV only long enough to retrieve the Jeep ans
swing thru Mc Donalds for b-fast. Again we entered our coordinates,
Brook, IL into the GPS and Kevin Captained the RV while Theresa drove
the dingy to stage it for the days end of the ride. On the way to
Brook, there was another detour sign for thru traffic. We could get
into town but we could not take our planned exit. We found a nice
park to stow the Jeep while we road. Theresa locked it all up and
asked permission to come aboard the mother vessel. Once on board We
tacked out of town to avoid the detour and set sail for the Village
of Ashkum about 40 miles away. Ashkum was a small but nice town with
a very nice well utilized park. We had spoke with the Mayor the day
before to ask permission to park the RV overnight at the park. “Sure
just give us a call when you get here” was the reply form the
mayor's wife. Theresa called and left a message, then we parked
where we thought it made sense and took up about 10 of the 20 parking
spots for the park. We were impressed to see how active the
community was with the cross-country team out running, moms walking
and an older (yes older than GOG) walking by. Then a car stops by
and a lady hops out. Yes it was the Mayor's wife, with the Mayor
driving. They said hi and suggested we move a few feet back, which
we did. The bid us farewell and stay safe. Kevin put up some
emergency triangles in front and in the rear of the RV just so folks
see the huge object. We geared up the bikes and were off riding by
9am.</div>
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<b>The route:</b></div>
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We were right on the ACA route so no
extra mapping effort was needed and we felt confident that the roads
would be appropriate for bikes today. Out of Ashkum the road was
very smooth and lightly traveled, even passing trucks and semis gave
us a full lane. We were heading East generally against a strong
steady 7-10mph head wind. Kevin was pulling Zin first and was able
to keep a consistent 13mph pace. The route was a repeat of the
previous biking day, very flat with slight ups and downs that with
the wind is equivalent to a much steeper grade. Corn and beans on
each side. We did like it when the corn was to our left as it seemed
to lessen the impact of the wind, then a bean field and the struggle
was on. We turned South for a bit and got some relief but it was
short-lived. After we crossed the Iroquois River the road became
what some would describe as gravel, however it was quite packed down
and looked as if some past life it was paved (mostley). The road cut
our speed and stamina as we felt each pebble with our bikes and it
rippled thru to our butts and backs. We paused in Pittwood to change
the trailer to the Green Machine and let Zin do her duty. As we were
making the swap a car pulled up and asked if we needed anything....
water... directions... We replied we were OK , thank you. He
announced he was a fireman form the local FD and was there to help.
That was nice! Theresa pulled Zin for the next 10 miles, starting
against the wind. She struggled to maintain 10mph on a straight
away. Once again we followed the xx00s streets as they changed their
numbers across the county lines. At one point the road did a sweeping
turn, “but that is not on the map” Theresa declared. She did
some 'dead reckoning' via her iPhone just to validate the road. Sure
enough we were not suppose to turn... Back we went and once again
got on the right corse. More East , then a turn to the south and that
was slightly better. The Town of Iroquois promised to have some
facilities (food, water, bathrooms), but the trail turned before we
saw if there was anything at all, so much for that stop. One more
swap of the trailer to Kevin and then it was only 14 miles into
Brook! The winds picked up as it was around the noon hour and the
gusts would zap any momentum you could muster. We know going into
Brook there was a detour for the road we needed. Once we saw the
signs we asked a passing truck if we could get thru the construction.
They said we could walk thru it as long as we stayed out of the
fenced off area. We were happy to hear that as a detour would have
added 3+ miles to our ride. We got Zin out of her trailer and walked
the bikes thru the corn field and ditch to the other side of the
construction... Once on the other side we gave Zin some water and
Kevin wanted to see if she would heal beside the bike. He slowly
started up giving her the heal command. She did great at about 5mph
for about a .2 mile... nice job Zin! She was then happy to get back
in the trailer on her cushion and be pulled the rest of the way! We
finished the 38 miles(which seemed like a lot more) by 12:30, packed
up the car and headed back to the RV.
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<b>Stats:</b></div>
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Day 12 of riding, 38 miles, 11.2 mph
avg, total trip miles 614 and 2039 calories burned for the days
ride.</div>
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Kevin's Garmin:</div>
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<b>After the Ride:</b></div>
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Theresa had some work calls as well as
other work stuff to do which she could not break away from until
7:30pm. We then got something out to eat at a local dinner called
the Loft. Kevin grassed at the salad bar before his hamburger and
onion rings and Theresa chocked down a chicken sandwich and helpped
Kevin with is Fries and onion rings. Glad we burnt a few calories
today!</div>
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<b>Tomorrow's plans:</b></div>
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We will be driving the car to Odell, IL
for the start of a 37 mile ride all on the ACA trail. Winds will be
light from the East again :) and forecast is for higher temps. So
looking forward to this! </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-24683123705532977712012-07-10T18:17:00.002-07:002012-07-10T18:18:33.339-07:00Day 16 - NO Biking, Tall Sycamores RV park, Peru. IN<br />
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Theresa got up early today because it
was a workday for her. The campgrounds had a decent connection and
she was able to actually get some work stuff done! Kevin slept in and
was even able nap in the afternoon as well :) It was a pleasant temp
all day so we actually enjoyed the outside quite a bit today, mainly
just sitting and vegging. Theresa planned the logistics for the last
few days of the journey to Iowa. She called the mayor of Ashkum, Il
to ask permission to park the RV overnight at the village park and
they were fine with that and even offered to open the restrooms for
us! Theresa also reserved 2 nights at a RV park just north of Henry.
IL which will be the last staging area before Moline. It is hard to
believe we will exit Indiana tomorrow and enter Illinois.</div>
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Dinner was chicken wraps on the grill.
A simple no mess one wrapper meal. Theresa is exhausted so this blog
post will be easy reading. Tomorrow, Theresa needs to get some more
work done in the afternoon so we will move the jeep 13 miles up on
the route so that our biking is under 40 miles. You may call that
cheating but we call that dealing with the requirements :) it is all
part of the adventure. The logistics biking and return trip with the
car will take over 9 hours to accomplish and there is a time zone
change that adds to the confusion. Should be interesting!</div>
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<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-5317991211570979292012-07-10T08:23:00.001-07:002012-07-10T08:23:28.647-07:00Day 15 – Rensselaer, IN to Tall Sycamores RV Park, Peru, IN
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Warning you will need 2+ cups of coffee
to read this days adventure!</div>
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Logistics:</div>
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We got moving about 6:30 AM and got he
RV ready to exit Camp Timber Lake RV park. Kevin analyzed the exit
route and decided he needed to back out of the site, and then exit
thru the site 2 places over. The strategy would allow him to miss a
trees and a very narrow entrance guarded by large boulders on each
side. In performing his ritualistic walk around prior to starting
the engine he noticed that the steps would not retract into place.
Over night the SmitTanic had slowly settled on its jacks and the
bottom step was now resting fully on the ground. Kevin attempted to
coax the steps back and up but to no avail. He realized that the
SmitTanic had run aground and needed to be dug out. Theresa supplied
a plastic stir spoon, and a kitchen knife for the delicate operation
that was to take place. As Kevin carefully scraped the dirt/gravel
from under the stair he struck bed rock. The knife came in handy as
he was able to trace the outline of several large rocks and then
prying them up and out of the way. Once freed the steps worked as
designed. With the walk around completed Kevin was now ready to
execute his exit strategy. This strategy was executed flawlessly as
Kevin managed the maneuvers with Theresa giving the hand signals to
guide him. This was just phase one of the movements today. We
stopped to get gas in the RV and some b-fast. Next we made a heading
for the campsite in peru, IN approximately 60 miles West. The RV GPS
could not find the location so Theresa used her iPhone to get the
path... seemed straight enough just follow HWY 24 for 50 miles.
Kevin did not have a chance to read last nights blog post so Theresa
passed the distance by reading it to him for his comments. All the
sudden Kevin asked “Where are we?”. Theresa paused her reading
and grabbed her iphone to validate. Yikes what happened? We somehow
got way off route... We found an alternate way to get to the
designated campsite. Lesson learned was to at least put in an
approximate destination in the GPS to keep us close to an approximate
location and route. We arrived at the Campsite at 9am and asked if
we could move the RV into the site while we did our ride. The
manager was not available but her son called her and got the OK for
us to go ahead and park. Once we got into position, Kevin hooked up
the Water and Electric (no sewer here). Theresa settled up with the
Manager once she returned an then we loaded all the biking stuff into
the Jeep to get to the start of our days ride another 60 miles away.
By 11pm we finally made it to Walmart, Kevin went in to ask
permission to park and visit the facilities and then it was Theresa's
turn to go in and get Printer cartridges and some Aleve. All
assembled and ready to roll by high noon, we will be lucky to make it
back to the RV by sunset. This made us think of our joining Steve
Cope on his x-country adventure and the race to the next town by dark
(though that was winter and the sunset around 5pm, and these summer
days are some of the longest of the year 8:30-9pm, and we are on the
western edge of the time zone, so all was to our advantage). Accept
the wind and sun.</div>
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The Route:</div>
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Kevin was craving a Cheeseburger and
there was a McDonalds in eyesight from the Walmart. (do they always
position the stores that way?) Theresa ordered 4 cheeseburgers, 2
for Kevin, one for her and one for Zin. After all cheeseburgers
were consumed and rinsed down with water and dt coke we were finally
ready to get on with the ride by 12:30pm. Theresa used MapMyRide to
chart a 60 mile course that joined the ACA trail within 4 miles from
the Walmart. Kevin relinquished himself to an all-day in the
heat-of-the-day ride and a very late finish, Theresa remained
optimistic and hoped that her back would not ache as bad as the
previous days. Theresa pulled Zin for the first 12 miles. As
promised by MapMyRide the roads where fairly flat, however we faced a
stiff NNE wind that made any slight elevation a struggle. She held a
11 mph pace for as long as she could and mistakenly tried to push in
the large chain ring up front which caused her back to feel the
stress right off the bat. Whining, rhythmic breathing and painful
sighs were heard as she tried to suck off any draft from Kevin's
tire. You would have thought someone was giving birth with all that
drama! Alas we made a turn south with the wind and Theresa was due
to be relieved by Kevin but wanted to feel the push of the wind for
the 1 mile until the next turn back East. We found shade to make the
swap and let Zin get out and do her thing.
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Kevin's turn to pull, and Theresa's
turn to block the headwinds. There was nothing but corn and beans
until Buffalo 14 miles away! Kevin drafted Theresa's back wheel
intently as he became fixated with the yellow triangle reflector on
her fender. Every so often his front tire would scrape the rear
fender of the Green Machine, and shock him back to consciousness.
Our path converged with a heavily traveled hwy. The ACA had warned
'Heavy truck traffic” and they were right. What they failed to
mention was the trucks were hulling garbage to a landfill just out of
town... man they stunk as each went by. We finally made it to
Buffalo and only saw one cafe that did not look open and one
convenience store that had constant in and out traffic. We spied
some picnic tables across from the store so that was indeed the right
spot. Theresa grabbed some soda, ice, sandwich and PayDay to help
curb the hunger for the remaining miles. All was devoured as we
tried to recoup. We were only 22 miles into the route. We filled up
all the water bottles and asked for he keys to the restrooms before
we proceeded on our way. Kevin continued to pull Zin as he knew how
bad Theresa's back was hurting her. We continued as the heat of the
day baked us and the roads, we know how hot is was when we stared
hearing a pop, pop, crackle, pop, sounding much like bubble wrap when
you twist it. Looking down we concluded it was tar bubbles ,that
were oozing out of the pavement, that we were popping as we ran over
them on the road. We tried to avoid them for miles but it was
futile.
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Kevin soon discovered that the water
from the last stop was undrinkable leaving him without anything to
drink. The water smelled and tasted like rotten eggs. (Maybe there
is FRAKING going on somewhere near by). Theresa had used the Ice
instead of the water form the last stop so at least they had enough
fluids to make it to Royal Center. Continuing East against the wind
Theresa was anticipating taking her turn with the trailer when we
joined up the bike path just outside of Royal Center in about 11
miles. The directions to the Panhandle Pathway were flawless as this
was now off the ACA maps. The path was delightful and everything
that Theresa had hoped for and provided some shade to boot! This
path was a Rails to Trails path that was somewhat down hill, smooth
and headed SE with the wind! This allowed Theresa to set a
blistering 13mph pace pulling the dog! We were in need of water so
we pealed off the path in the Royal Center of friendliness (hey that
is their motto). We found the local Marathon station and got water
and a dt coke with lots of ice! Kevin found a mail box to send a
payment that was do. A bank across the street had a sign that
flashed 4:30pm and 93 degrees! What happened to 85 for the high! No
wonder we where going thru the H2O! After a bit of a rest and
drenching of water over ourselves and ZIN we rejoined the path and
cruised to the end of the trail (8 miles total). The end of the
trail was just that a dead end, no warning, nothing but a picnic
bench and a bike racks .... now what? We did recall seeing a parking
lot a ¼ mile back. Theresa had accomplished the objective of
pulling Zin the entire length of the bike path and was more than
ready to allow Kevin one more turn at the pull. The trailer was
swapped to Kevin's bike and we retraced our path to that point and
took a map check on the iPhone. Theresa figured out how to get to
hwy 24 which would lead us straight into town so off we went. It was
straight up a steep hill so she was hoping she was right on her
directions (MapMyride did not have a very accurate exit instructions
from the bike path, so that was abandoned). After one more left turn
down a hill and to Theresa's relief there was hwy 24.
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This was a very heavily traveled route
with little to no shoulder where we entered. There was a break in
the traffic so we reluctantly entered. Bikes had no place on this
road, but it really was our only option at this point. The shoulder
widened in a short time giving us a bit more leeway as traffic zoomed
by. Kevin remained on the road commanding his share of the hyway.
It was 6pm and trucks as well as a continual line of cars where
screaming past us. It was quiten time and they were headed home from
work. Thank goodness it was a slight downhill grade so we could get
the 5+ miles over quickly. Just as the main hwy was about to leave
our route, Theresa felt her rear tire dragging... she looked down and
yes a flat tire! Theresa hollered at Kevin and they spied a pull out
on the other side of the road that would provide a safe area to fix
the flat.
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Once they were off the road Kevin
commented on the fact that Theresa tended to use the shoulder so much
that that is where all the debris is that caused flats. To Theresa's
defense she would rather have the flat than deal with traffic on her
butt. Kevin was well past any civil discussion on the issue, and was
extremely over heated, saying nothing more he poured water over his
head in preparation to fix the flat. The repair took about 10 min
and we were ready to get the last few yards of hwy 24 insanity over
with, and into town. In about .5 miles the hwy turned and we where
in a less intense Market Street in Loaganport, IN. All we had to do
is follow this road thru town, then on the East side look for road
600. The town went on forever! Fast food chains, root beer stands,
churches and malls all repeated before we finally got to the East
side of town. Kevin announced we had reached the planned 60 mile
point as we rounded yet one more unfullfilling bend. Alas a street
sign and a camper sign, please let this be our corner! With relief
it was! We pulled into the RV site at 7:15 pm beating sunset by 2
hours! We paused at the picnic tables with the celebratory Ice beer,
before we unloaded and headed to the showers.</div>
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Stats:</div>
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Day 11 of riding, 62.1 miles, 12 mph
avg, total trip miles 576, and 3426 calories burned for the days
ride.</div>
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Kevin's Garmin stats:</div>
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http://connect.garmin.com/activity/197648941#.T_uqJjvvAQE.link</div>
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After the ride:</div>
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Showers, eat, blog, bed.</div>
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Tomorrow's plans:</div>
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Theresa is working tomorrow so NO
Biking! We will chill at the campsite as Theresa catches up with
some work, Kevin cleans bikes and we figure out the next location as
we progress west to Iowa and Ragbrai.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-49086703027993403432012-07-08T19:27:00.003-07:002012-07-08T19:27:44.172-07:00Day 14 – Tall Sycamores RV Park, Peru, IN to Huntington, IN
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<b>Logistics:</b></div>
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We of course paid no attention to our 5
nor 5:30 alarms. We finally got moving around 6:30 just as some rain
drops were heard on the RV rooftop. The forecast called for
scattered storms so we were hoping we could dodge them today. We
quickly gathered what we needed to put in the Jeep including the dog
trailer! Yes with temps in the mid 80's, Zin was anxious to go
today, she did not want to be left behind. We had made arrangements
at our next RV campgrounds called Tall Sycamores to park the jeep
there until we check in on the next day. The park was 50 miles away
and our ride was a planned 55 miles so we grabbed a b-fast sandwich
on our way to the park. We got parked, checked in with the manager
and prepared all of our biking paraphernalia. Kevin was a bit
anxious as he saw the time slipping away in all the prep. It was our
latest start yet and he did not want to be out in the mid afternoon
heat, he would melt! Theresa had spied one of the first turns out of
the park and crap it was gravel. This day will truly be a challenge
with lots of map checks.</div>
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<b>The Route:</b></div>
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Since Tall Sycamores is about 13 miles
off the American Cycling Assoc. Northern Tier route, Theresa relied
on Google to help select the route for the day. It seemed like a
fine and reasonable route, however little did she know that Google
bike routes (in beta) do not distinguish gravel roads. Luckily
Indiana roads are set up on 1 mile square grid, with each road named
100, 200, 300... so if you hit a gravel road you can go left (or
right ) to find another paved road then another jog right (or left)
and continue in the same direction. Our direction today was
generally East, unfortunately, the cooler front was bringing in
winds from the NNE. There was some light cloud cover at first which
kept the temperature reasonable. Theresa started out to pull Zin,
she had scoped out an alternative to the initial gravel so we headed
for 700. We did not find that road so the alternative was 800.. Here
we go. Theresa pulled for 8 grueling miles, the terrain was rolling
hills with speckled farms amongst Corn and bean fields. She used
every gear the Green machine had, yes even granny on the triple.
Kevin could see that she was getting weary and even slower as it took
her 1 hour to get 8 miles. He was thinking it would be 5pm before we
would get back to the RV. Kevin took over and pulled for the next 14
miles. We headed north a bit and could see very dark clouds moving
into the area, we saw some lightening in the distance and later some
thunder. Crap we are going to get wet. Some sprinkles started to
fall so we stopped and put the plastic cover on Zin's trailer. Once
again Theresa validated which x00 road we were looking for next with
her iPhone. We plugged along with light rain keeping us cool, then
we noticed that the storm was moving faster than we were peddling!
It did leave a nice cloud cover that was a blessing from the heat.
Then anticipating a nice long stretch on 900 we came to an abrupt
halt. Crap another gravel road. Quickly out comes Theresa's iPhone
and thank goodness there was enough bars to find an alternative path
on Church St. How appropriate for a Sunday ride. Theresa had long
since disregarded the Google maps printout she charted last night as
who could tell what roads would suddenly turn to gravel. Her last
glance at the map indicated a road that would take them all the way
thru to Huntington where the RV park was. That was a long way but
they would not have to worry about making lots of turns. Theresa
once again pulled a short 7 miles to give Kevin the slightest relief.
We at this point were running low on water and were looking for any
place we could get a refill (and oh yes some food would be nice!) We
saw a church at an intersection that was filled with cars, surely we
would not disrupt a Sunday service if we snuck in and used the
facilities and helped ourselves to some water? SAVED! There was a
fire station on the other corner from the church which would suit our
needs and not interfere with any devotion that was underway across
the street. We pulled in and asked the two firemen if we could
refill our water bottles. The went above and beyond offering us
bottles of ice cold water that really hit the spot! They even let us
use the restroom and offered us advice on how best get to our
destination. They warned us to stay off of 16 as it was a 2 lane road
and very heavily traveled. Taking there advice we continued on our
spontaneous route. There were no sign of any town and we had long
since devoured our granola bars and the remains of yesterdays PayDay.
Zin was restless as well so we stopped to let her do her thing at a
empty small church on corner. We continued on 700 until once again
we saw gravel. Our only options were to go left 2+ miles out of our
way or go right 1 mile to the forbidden 16 and take it all the way
in. We opted the shorter route in hopes Sunday would mean less
traffic. Once we turned onto 16 we were thankful that is was a
smooth road which was a relief to our backs and butts. We paid
attentions to oncoming and traffic behind us. There was not much and
for the most part gave us our space. The road rolled and flattened
then returned to rolling again. Kevin's stamina wa wearing thin as
the sun was now out and beginning to suck any energy out of his
being. Theresa checked her iPhone one more time and reported 6 miles
to go. Thank goodness most of those remaining miles were flat with
of course the finish one last climb into the campgrounds. Google
really failed us on today with the initial directions but we were
sure glad we could get directions in route. Technology did not fail
us.</div>
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<b>Stats:</b></div>
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Day 10 of riding, 58.5 miles, 11.1 mph
avg, total trip miles 514, and 3201 calories burned for the days
ride.</div>
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<b>Kevin's Garmin:</b></div>
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http://connect.garmin.com/activity/197218360#.T_oGbQv6xdc.email</div>
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<b>After the Ride:</b></div>
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We downed ice water and beer and eat
leftovers. Theresa began to look at the next days route. She
struggled with Google for a while trying to find a good place to
stage the Jeep. Once she had a Walmart she honed in of how to get us
back on the ACA trail. Abandoning Google she got on MapMyRide to see
if that was any better. It seemed to be so she charted the almost 60
mile route for tomorrow. Finally done she went to print and the ink
in the small printer in the RV is dry and she could barely read it.
Good thing most of the route follows the ACA maps that have stood up
very nicely to all the folding, weather and other abuse.</div>
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<b>Tomorrow's plans:</b></div>
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One thing good about MapMyRide is that
it will give you the elavation for your route, for tomorrow it looks
fairly flat, so we will see. We have lots of logistic tomorrow as we
need to get the RV to the campsite and then take the Jeep to the
start of the ride. Kevin has crashed many hours ago and Theresa just
needs to get this posted and get some rest so that she can get moving
in the AM. Kevin will not get to read this and make his normal
embellishments so you will just have to live with Theresa's factual
account. Good night.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-70061255357134157892012-07-07T17:44:00.003-07:002012-07-07T17:44:29.866-07:00Day 13 – Huntington, IN to Paulding, OH<br />
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<b>Logistics:</b></div>
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Since we arrived at the Campground
after 9pm and set up so we could get a restful sleep with the AC at
full blast, we would not have to drive in the AM. We of course
ignored our alarm and finally got moving around 6:30. The RV looked
like a war zone with dirty dishes still in the sink, computers on
every surface and towels and cloths hanging on each hook. First
order was coffee, then some lite b-fast. We had decided since it
would be another scorcher today and we had 60 miles to go we would
save ourselves and Zin some suffering today and leave her in her
kennel in the RV with the AC going. She however was anxious to join
us as she responded to seeing us in our biking clothes and helmets.
We coaxed her into her Kenel and said our good-byes to two very sad
eyes looking at us thru the Kennel. By 7:22 we were off.</div>
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<b>The Route:</b></div>
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We only had to go about 4 miles off the
route from our site to get back on the designated trail. After a
short climb out of a creek bed we were greeted with nothing but flat
open space. There was really little to observe. We counted 5 cars,
4 dogs (one with 3 legs), 2 cats, 2 fellow cyclists and 1 live snake
in the first 21 miles. We also noticed that in Indiana some of the
farm houses have put in quite elaborate swimming holes, complete with
docks, beach areas, lounge chairs, diving boards and our favorite a
rope swing! We contemplated if these 'natural' swimming pools were
more economical than a more industrial lap pool. We figured the
maintenance cost alone would justify this more natural alternative.
We were making great time as we hit the 20 mile mark when Kevin heard
whimpers, grunts, snarls, and wines from behind. Theresa was
gradually slowing down because of an excruciating back ache. She
did take her Aleve this AM but it was not helping. For those of us
who suffer period back spasams or pain it can almost cripple a
person, and definitely makes it a challenge to breath easily.</div>
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The towns along our route were
virtually non-existant today. Many existed as a dot on the map due
to a small post office. The only things we say repeatedly were
Marathon Gas stations. Kevin pondered why they were named Marathon.
Then it occurred to him that each station was placed 26.2 miles apart
in any direction. The first was in Hoagland, which was our initial
rest stop at 27 mile. We asked if there was any cafe in town but the
reply was “there used to be one but it closed”. This was a
common theme in these small towns as we noticed lots of vacant store
fronts and very little services. We settled for a hoagie sandwich
with Turkey, Ham, Cheese and the key ingredient of bologna (suppling
the needed fat and salt), diet Pepsi and a Payday. We sat across the
street in the shade of a Lutheran Church on the ledge of a planter
for about 40 min. Theresa stretched out her back and studied the
maps and helped Kevin down the hoagie. The 10am church bells rang as
we once again mounted our bikes for the next stop Monroeville, which
would mark the transition from one American Cycle Assoc. map ( #9) to
the 2<sup>nd</sup> and final map on our journey. Each map has
approximately 400 miles carefully charted in full detail. We now
continue our adventure with Section # 8 of the Northern Tier.
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So on to Monroeville as the two began
to slowly ramp up their speed and cadence in an effort to do slightly
better than the days prior average speed.</div>
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With 23 miles left of their 60+ planned
day Theresa begged for a brief stop to switch maps and to stretch her
back once again. She read the directions a few times and off we
continued. A turn east was required in the center of the town,
however the street signs did not match the directions. After a few
false turns we concluded someone had turned the signs! Sometimes you
just have to go by feel. Thank you to whomever thought that was a
bright idea. We only had one more stop in 13 miles before we
completed our ride for the day. We followed a creek bed that wound
us NE. The road was smooth and flat with a small shoulder. Theresa
tucked in behind Kevin to get any draft to gain any speed she could
muster. There was a stiff breeze that gave us a bit of a cross tail
wind. There was nothing refreshing about the wind, it was hot and
dry, and the pavement provided the same sensation as an open door on
the oven once it is at temperature. Parched we arrived at our last
stop, Payne, which surprisingly had another Marathon station.
Wanting something cold, we inquired about a cafe or ice cream shop.
Pleasantly there was one just 2 block off the path. The blocks were
very residential and the yards were full of debris from not just one
but two severe storms that ravaged the area. Alas we pulled into
what may have been the only dining in town as the noon sirens sounded
trucks pulled in and out grabbing a quick lunch. Kevin collapsed in
a shaded picnic table in a gazebo next to the Drive Inn. Theresa got
sodas, water and an ice cream cone. Ice was the key ingredient here.
Kevin put some in is dew rag and let it melt to cool down his head.
Talk about brain freeze! Theresa took any remaining ice and wrapped
it in here neckerchief and put it behind her neck to melt the last 10
miles of the ride. She balanced the act of keeping ice on her neck
while also rapidly devouring the Ice Cream cone which was on the
verge of sublimating from a solid to a gas and bypassing the liquid
stage.</div>
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We asked the locals if there was any
short cut to Paulding. “NOPE, you gota go down the road to the
lights and make the turn thru town and follow 500 all the way. As we
finaly reached the edge of Paulding we elected not to go thru town
because on our way out yesterday we discovered that the roads were
bad and heavily traveled. Thanks to Google we found a way around to
the north side of town where we rejoiced at seeing the golden arches,
and one more Marathon station, which meant the car was near. Once
in the car the temp registered 106 degrees. These have been 2 of the
hottest days we have ever biked in over 40+ years of biking!</div>
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<b>Stats:</b></div>
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Day 9 of riding, 62.1 miles (metric
century), 14 mph avg, total trip miles 455, and 3846 calories burned
for the days ride.</div>
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<b>Kevin's Garmin stats:</b></div>
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<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/196749597#.T_izCH23ZIA.email">http://connect.garmin.com/activity/196749597#.T_izCH23ZIA.email</a></div>
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<b>After the Ride:</b></div>
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We loaded the bikes up and Theresa
fetched water from the store then we headed the 50 miles back to the
campsite. Since we got in so late last night we needed to officially
register and get all the paperwork done. The facility would be nice
if we every got out of the RV to walk around and enjoy it. The heat
is keeping us indoors as we work had to cool off. There were even
several small ponds for fishing and swimming. Zin was very happy to
see us and we assured her that she was much better off inside the AC
than riding in the trailer in this heat. Kevin suggested Pasta for
dinner and it hit the spot.</div>
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<b>Plans for tomorrow:</b></div>
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Theresa is struggling with plans for
the next 2 days as the campsite we are targeting is 11 miles off the
route. We may just let Google guide us and worry about getting back
on the trail in a few days. We don't move the RV until Monday, so we
have a day to get the details figured out.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-21434298041607289052012-07-06T20:20:00.005-07:002012-07-06T20:20:43.199-07:00Day 12 – Paulding, OH to Mary Jane Thurston Park<br />
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<b>Logistics:</b></div>
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Theresa googled Paulding and found a
Chief's grocery store that would be suitable to stage the Jeep
overnight until we bike back to it on Saturday. Knowing it was going
to be the Hottest day yet we were up at 5:30 put some last items in
the Jeep, took coffee with us and drove the 40 + miles to Paulding.
Kevin went in and asked if it is OK to leave the car while Theresa
took Zin to do her AM duty. All was OK so we prepared for today's
trek. Kevin discovered he did not bring his dew rag that helps keep
the sweat out of his eyes and Theresa forgot her sunglasses. Kevin
had another pair of glasses in the Jeep that had the needed bifocal
reader so Theresa could read the maps and directions. Kevin however
was not looking forward to sweat dripping and stinging his eyes. We
were finally ready to roll by 7:30am (still not very early
considering the heat of the day and the 53 mile route).</div>
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<b>The Route:</b></div>
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Having not eaten in the RV we rolled
across the street to McDonalds to consume fuel for the day. Kevin
had a large OJ with his Sausage McMuffin, Theresa on the other hand
still needed more coffee to wash down her Egg McMuffin. Zin got a
few morsels of sausage as she loves meat. As we eat our b-fast
several utility trucks rolled by carrying what we assumed were poles
to repair the damage from recent heavy storms in the area. At about
8:00 we were ready to roll South to pick up the designated trail.
There was not a cloud in the sky so the sun was in full intensity
immediately! Theresa took the first pull out of town and into the
abyss of Ohio. There was absolutely nothing except open fields
patch-worked with country roads with large numbered signs. This made
it easy to identify our turns. Locals who passed in pick up trucks
gave us a friendly wave. The first switch of the trailer was at 11
miles at a crossroads named Junction (cleaver these Ohioans). We
turned onto a road that followed the Auglaise river. The roads were
smooth but rolled up and down to river level then back up to about 50
feet. That may not seem like much of a climb but with 80 lbs of dog
and trailer and a heavy bike in the heat even the slightest climb
slowed us down by 3-5 mph. The next large town was Defiance.
Theresa needed to pick up some lip medicine as her lips were
beginning to blister from the intense sun exposure, even with
sunscreen applied liberally several times each day, she will
inevitably break out! Kevin spotted a Chief's grocery store with a
Pharmacy so we pulled into some shade at the far edge of the parking
lot. Theresa got what she needed and also found some little girl's
head bands that might serve to stop the sweat now pouring from
Kevin's helmet into his eyes. He and Zin rested in the shade and
drank some water. In this heat we also tried to pour water on Zin to
keep her from over heating. Despite the fact she is not peddling she
is still sitting upright in the trailer and using her legs to balance
as the trailer rolls down the road. This does wear her out, but she
is never reluctant to hop back in the trailer and go for a ride. We
have also started to leave the back flap of the trailer open so that
she will get more airflow. Kevin continued to pull Zin to the next
stop, Florida, which promised at least a grocery store in 9 miles.
We were now following the Maumee river on the north side. There were
spots where trees provided some shade over the road but it was short
lived and was of little relief. We pulled into Florida and spied the
only store with a sign “Closed for remodeling” , great! Kevin
was over heating so he laid down on a picnic table in the shade.
Theresa saw a garden hose leading behind a building. She tuned on
the water and began to spray the water from her head to tow. Kevin
did the same and Zin reluctantly got the same treatment. Water
bottles where filled but no restrooms were needed as we were all
sweating everything out! Theresa's turn to pull again. It was
another 10 mile stretch into Napoleon. She kept a steady 10-11mph
pace but did have to contend with the fluctuating gradual climbs.
Once in town we crossed to the south side of the Maumee River and
stopped at a Subway. Sirens sounded the noon alarm so the wait for
the sandwich was a bit long as a line of 7 or so workers were ahead
of her. We sat in the shade outside and consumed some much needed
lunch. We watered Zin and gave her a few remains from our meal.
Theresa was a bit recovered and ready to continue for a bit further
as she estimated 12 miles to the campsite. Out side of town we
joined hwy 6 with a constant stream of semi trucks passing in both
directions. Most gave us our space as there was not much of a
shoulder and Theresa seemed to accelerate from the draft as they
passed. Several where heading in and out of a large Campbell's soup
plant which also produced V8. Who drinks that stuff? According to
the map the route was suppose to follow the river but it was about 1
mile away from it so there was no shade, only the sun baking the road
(and us) as it reflected the heat. As we later discovered the temp
was 105 with a heat index of 115. Theresa was getting slower and
slower and only able to barely do 8mph. She at last found some
shade so Kevin could take over the 80lbs of rolling resistance and
make the death march the last 7 miles to the camp site. We passed 5
different RV parks leading up to our campground, all with full hook
ups and wished we had booked any of these instead of where we were at
so we could have immediate relief from the heat when we arrived.</div>
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<b>Stats:</b></div>
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Day 8 of riding, 53 miles, 12 mph avg,
total trip miles 393, and 2936 calories burned for the days ride.</div>
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See Kevin's garmin stats here:</div>
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http://connect.garmin.com/activity/196439447#.T_eiW1uWzfY.email</div>
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How hot was it?
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It was so hot we had to hold the water
from our bottles in our mouth just to cool it off before we swallowed
it.</div>
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It was so hot that Kevin's Garmin over
heated.</div>
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It was so hot Kevin saw mirages of Ice
Cream cones and Ice Castles.</div>
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It was so hot that a water bottle that
Kevin packed with ice was completely melted and warm in 3.1 miles.
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It was so hot that upon the end of our
ride when we stepped into the RV it felt cooler than outside. The RV
was closed baking in the sun with no AC all day. We the temp in the
RV and it was 98. (which was cooler than outside.)</div>
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It was so hot that Kevin got a 2<sup>nd</sup>
degree burn from his frame when he loaded it up on the bike rack.</div>
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It was so hot that 2 ACs running off
the generator in the RV could only get the temp down to 88 degrees in
4 hours!</div>
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It was so hot that the external temp
registered at 119 on the RV.</div>
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It was so hot that our fat melted off
our bodies like squeeze butter!</div>
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<b>After the ride:</b></div>
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We sat out side in the shade and breeze
and downed ice water and ice beer. After 2 hours the RV temp was at
90 and not making any more progress. We sprayed ourselves with the
outside shower (which was hot) then went inside and turned on every
fan we could find! The generator will surely be running all night!
Kevin called our insurance about the RV windshield that we hope to
get repaired when we are staying in Moline, IL before RAGBRAI.
Reconsidering the generator running all night we found a private
campground near Huntington, IN that had full hook up and had a site
for 3 days! We gathered all the gear spread out over our current
(water only) site in less that 30 min and were off about 100 miles to
the comfort of 50amp, water, sewer and even internet.</div>
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<b>Plans for tomorrow:</b></div>
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With the new campsite Theresa will have
to figure out tomorrows distance back to the car in Paulding. Yes we
say good by to Ohio, but not the heat. There is one more high heat
day forecasted for tomorrow. Maybe we get up at 3AM so that we can
hit the road by 6 and be done before noon.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-77677941340996096552012-07-05T18:57:00.004-07:002012-07-05T18:57:42.446-07:00Day 11 – Mary Jane Thurston Park to Fremont Walmart<br />
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ITEM of special note: On the drive in
the RV to the previous campgrounds the RV was attacked by a Kamikaze
BIRD. The bird flew straight into the top of the windshield with a
resounding THUMP. The SmitTanic seemed to have survived the attack
unscathed.</div>
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As Kevin was prepping the RV two days
later to leave for the next destination he noticed a large 12”
crack in the front windshield. The crack started at the top of the
windshield half way between the driver and passenger. The crack ran
down and then curved slightly towards the driver side. Kevin felt
the windshield and could not detect the crack on the inside. He then
went out side to look for the crack from the outside. No crack is
detected. We learned the the RV has triple pane glass in the
windshield. It appears that the middle pane is the one that is
compromised. Kevin marked the end of the crack with a piece of tape
to see if it progresses. He will need to call the insurance company
to see what can be done to replace the windshield. Ideally it can
last until his week long stay in Moline Illinois prior to the start
of RAGBRAI.</div>
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<b>Logistics:</b></div>
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We new that it would be a 2 hour drive
to get the RV to MJ Thurston Park in Grand Rapids, OH so it was up
early (5 am) to get the RV ready to move. Even planning ahead and
doing a lot of Prep the night before we still were not able to leave
the campgrounds until around 6:30 am. The skies were dark due to the
early time and the threatening storm clouds. As we made our way down
the road the rain and wind and lightening entertained us. On our way
to the drop off site we stopped at a very elaborate truck stop
complete with several dining options and even a Starbucks. Kevin
added Diesel and Theresa gabbed a breakfast sandwich. Upon arrival
at the next camp site for the RV we recognized there was no place to
park the rig until check in time. We had already had a conversation
with the camp host who informed us there was a Marina just down the
road were we could stage the RV until our arrival back on the bikes
to then check into the campgrounds. The skies had unloaded a bit on
the drive over but appeared to be dry, but cloudy for our late 8:45
start.</div>
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<b>The Route:</b></div>
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Theresa pulled Zin first. The route
took the trio back thru 'town' along the Maumee River then turned
right into the headwind for a 7 mile stretch. Theresa assessed all
of her aches and pains from yesterday and wished she had taken some
Aleve before she started, oh well at least the sun was muffled by
some heavy cloud cover. She shifted the Green Machine into the
middle chain ring up front and could barely make 8.5 mph. Slow and
steady was the mornings motto! The sun was starting to peek thru as
the cloud cover slowly melted away, the winds started to shift more
westerly to our favor (mostly). The roads were very smooth, newly
paved with no shoulder but few cars. The first town was Bowling
Green, our route took us straight thru and Theresa's plan was to find
a place to get a cold beverage and swap the trailer on the far side
of town. In the middle of the straight shot thru town was major
construction and a not very well marked detour that added about 3
miles out of our way (that sucked). Once back on the trail and the
other side of Bowling Green Theresa disparately looked for a suitable
place (shade, bathrooms and cold drinks) but all there was was a
golf course and some businesses. She kept peddling checking the map
it was 11 miles to the next potential stop. At this point the road
headed NE which was mostly with the wind at their backs the roads
continued to be exceptionally smooth so Theresa settled in and kept a
blistering 12-13 mph pace (wooohoo). As we rolled into the
metropolis of Pemberville we spotted a Diner on the Left with no
shade and 2 (not open) eateries on the right with shade. We parked
in the shade and talked to a local (who happened to own one of the
not open establishments named The Forks) to get the skinny. She said
the Diner was the only thing open and suggested we could get some
thing to go and sit in the shade. What a grand idea! Theresa was
off to procure lunch and Kevin took Zin behind some buildings to do
her business. After a good rest and downing ice water and some Diet
Coke, we were ready to hit the road. Zin drank lots of water as well
and was refreshed and cooled down by the water that Kevin poured on
her. Theresa had pulled Zin 27 miles, the rest of the route (about
25) would be left for Kevin! By this time the sun had made a rude
appearance and turned the steamy ride into a sauna.
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Kevin's turn into the head winds south
awoke his legs and heartbeat as he tried to stay below his max heart
rate. Kevin was recognizing that he felt better, could ride longer
and steadier if he was able to keep his heart rate just below 120
bpm. This got him thinking of what his max is and what 80% of max is
for him. Last time he calculated it was many years ago. Back then
80% of max was somewhere around 150 BPM. Lately he has struggled to
achieve that. He associated that difficulty with being out of shape,
over weight, and getting older. OLDER that was it. He had not
recalculated his heart rate zones in years. SO. For several miles
as he watched his heart rate he also calculated the following formula
in his head. MAX heart rate = 220 – age. For Kevin that is 220 –
60 = 160. Then calculate 80% of that for your peak Target Zone. For
Kevin that is 80% of 160 = 128. WHAT 128 is the top of his work out
zone, and all this time he has been pushing to reach that 150 range.
Getting old means you got to pace yourself more.
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After 2 miles once again we turned east
(with the wind mostly) and he picked up the pace into Gibsonburg. No
stop was made (even with Theresa pleas'), “stopping gets us no
where!”, Kevin just wanted this trek to be over! Seems like the
last 10 miles are always the worst! We had a straight away towards
the target town of Fremont and turned onto a road that was not even 1
lane. There were 2 cars that passed us and both had to go in the
grass to get by. The road had no lines panted on it (why bother).
We deviated from the AC (Adventure Cycling) route only to get to the
Walmart on the north side of Fremont. Finally done! It was 96
degrees with a heat index of 107.
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<b>Stats:</b></div>
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Day 7 of riding, 50 miles, 12.1 mph
avg, total trip miles 340, and 2865 calories burned for the days
ride.</div>
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See Kevin's garmin stats here:</div>
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<a href="http://connect.garmin.com/activity/196142251#.T_YtcunKg78.email"><span style="color: #084ee6;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><u>http://connect.garmin.com/activity/196142251#.T_YtcunKg78.email</u></span></span></span></a></div>
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<b>After the ride:</b></div>
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First order of business was to get
something cold in us. Theresa went in for round 1 at Walmart for
cold Beer, water and a Payday. Second round would take 1 hour with a
shopping list that spanned every corner of the store at least once if
not twice to find everything but one on the list. Meanwhile Kevin
and Zin sat in the jeep with the air going as a downpour doused the
black asphalt parking lot causing steam to rise. One more quick trip
into the Lowes across the street to get the remaining item then on to
the campground. The site was a water only site with only a
port-a-pottie for the campers. The only other occupants where the
camp hosts, who came out in the rain to great us. Kevin maneuvered
the Smitanic into the designated slot with no issue. It was 5:30pm,
12 hours since we began our day. Wine was poured and dinner prepared
on the grill.</div>
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Item of Note: the crack in the
windshield grew an extra inch on the drive to todays campground.</div>
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<b>Tomorrow's Plans:</b></div>
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Theresa has yet to figure out the route
for tomorrow that will be about 52 miles. That is the next chore
after this write up is done while Kevin makes his edits.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-2030164986215953532012-07-04T15:19:00.003-07:002012-07-04T15:19:21.396-07:00Day 10 – Fremont, OH Walmart to Vermillion, OH<br />
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<b>Logistics</b>:</div>
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Today we stage our leap frog vehicle,
the Jeep, at a Walmart in Fremont, OH. The route takes us right thru
the center of town and the Walmart is on north side. So there will
be a short way to get back on the trail. To our liking this is a
Super Walmart which is open 24 hours, which means the Jeep will be a
bit safer and when we get done tomorrow we can get supplies. Kevin
checked in with the manager on duty to confirm we could leave the
vehicle over night and with a thumb up we were rolling by 7:45. Got
to Love Walmart.</div>
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<b>The Route:</b></div>
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see this link <a href="https://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&source=s_d&saddr=Walmart+Supercenter,+2052+Ohio+53,+Fremont,+OH+43420&daddr=41.30606,-82.97619+to:41.306699,-82.975007+to:41.29964,-82.97486+to:Co+Rd+175%2FS+Ridge+Rd+to:41.308891,-82.9168947+to:41.29902,-82.84481+to:41.325908,-82.84289+to:41.32257,-82.63457+to:41.370437,-82.583524+to:41.3793186,-82.5029101+to:41.4220325,-82.3607233+to:riverside+rv+park+marina,+vermillion,+ohio&geocode=FZNTdwIdPrIL-yFMTawOMBLdDylDYlPOnsc7iDFMTawOMBLdDw%3BFcxHdgIdQuIN-ykXFtQdCsw7iDHu6vtpX78BSQ%3BFUtKdgId4eYN-ykNiXVtCsw7iDEcxTdOY2orng%3BFbgudgIddOcN-ynbAqtRDMw7iDE1v1t_nAhG-A%3BFc4MdgId-jIO-w%3BFdtSdgId4skO-ymzH8t2V8s7iDE3wTXORuKL9g%3BFUwsdgIdduMP-ylZCWrTiTM6iDE8eNKTuR9fyQ%3BFVSVdgId9uoP-yllufGrQDQ6iDHHhip3ON4MIg%3BFUqIdgIdthgT-ylpOA-m2T46iDFM4NxMaGHuLQ%3BFUVDdwIdHOAT-ymd4HHXckA6iDH0fopB2Y7QHQ%3BFfZldwIdAhsV-ykpeDJeFms6iDF5ynBGNqwSow%3BFdAMeAIdbUYX-yn__X0GJHI6iDHMxrJBn6qA5w%3BFUxydwIdvfAX-yGJmt3i1jDvOynzb-I7yXM6iDGJmt3i1jDvOw&aq=&sll=41.418208,-82.379093&sspn=0.035594,0.083942&vpsrc=6&hl=en&dirflg=b&mra=dvme&mrsp=11&sz=14&via=1,2,3,5,6,7,8,9,10,11&ie=UTF8&ll=41.348335,-83.153629&spn=0.071264,0.167885&t=m&z=13&lci=bike" target="_blank">Day 10 – Fremont, OH Walmart to Vermillion, OH</a></div>
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The temps today were suppose to be 95+
with a heat index of 103, the good news was the storms were off to
the north and east and the winds were from the W at 7-10 mph. We
lathered up with sunscreen (yes even Zin got some on her nose), stuck
an American flag in her trailer just to show our spirit and began our
planned 54 mi day. South of Fremont we caught an 8 mile bike path
which was a converted RR track. There were a number of bikers and
joggers out getting their morning work out in before any celebrations
that we greeted as we rolled by. There was not much of a view on the
trail as it was encased with trees and bushes. This kept the sun off
but also blocked any tail wind advantage. Once the trail ended we
turned onto some country roads that were smooth and were unexpectedly
lightly traveled for a holiday. Kevin counted One Tractor and 6 cars
in 2 miles. Corn was the main crop and was head high on this 4<sup>th</sup>
of July. Theresa had charted the route with Google maps using their
bicycling transportation mode, this was mostly good, but did change
the route unexpectedly even when you force a path using the tools
provided by Google. Needless to say her printed directions were a
bit confusing and did not jive with the Adventure Cycling
instructions. One needs to ask why we don't just use the maps we
paid for. Oh, because Theresa loves maps and just has to do map
work. This caused a few stops to validate we were on course. (which
map should we follow) Even with all that checking and rechecking
Theresa still turned to left on one road when it should have been
right... this took us 2 miles off route ( a 4 mile total out and
back). By that time Kevin had pulled Zin 20+ miles and was ready to
be relieved. Theresa then pulled Zin the 2 mile back to get to the
correct turn and was then able to maintain a 14mph pace with the wind
pushing the trailer like a sail. After a long hot but flat 20 mile
pull Theresa was done, Zin was whining and Kevin confirmed that he
too was hungry! Theresa already had the look in her eyes that
suggested she needed food or someone would DIE, and it was not going
to be her. At a junction we found shade at a Subway and shared a
12in Club and washed to down with Ice Tea. Zin did get a few bites
and drank lots of water. We also poured water all over her just to
get her cooled down a bit. That seemed to do the trick! Kevin took
over pulling the remainder of the route. We cruised North-east for
about 5 miles until we where once again hugging the shores of Lake
Erie. This section of Hwy 6 was nice and had a wide shoulder but was
rutted along the white line. While these rumble strips help drivers,
who wander off the road, know they need to stay awake, it was a pain
for Kevin with the trailer as he tried to thread, like a needle, the
rumble strips and the edge of the road. He tried several times to
use the shoulder of the road to let cars go by but he finally gave up
and just stayed in the main road and let cars go around him.
(Observation – cars will give a bicyclist more room if the bike
rides on the road than on the shoulder). Finally we hit our last
turn with just 3 miles to the campsite. It was none to soon as we
were all exhausted and ready for the relief of AC in the RV. Kevin
was just on the verge of a BONK. Upon completion he checked his
Blood Pressure and it was 104 over 61 the sign of a BONK.</div>
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<b>Stats:</b></div>
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Kevin went thru 1 water bottle every 10
miles (including using it to douse Zin on several occasions)</div>
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Day 6 of riding, 54.12 miles, 12.7 mph
avg, total trip miles 290, and 3225 calories burned</div>
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See Kevin's garmin stats here:
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/195809192#.T_SxpsFvYV4.email</div>
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<b>After the Ride:</b></div>
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Beer on Ice was poured and enjoyed
inside the RV out of the sun. A short nap, some munchies then we
were able to tackle putting stuff away as we need to prepare to move
the RV tomorrow to another campground. Too much heat today, so we
will just chill in the RV and eat Erky-learky (Whatever Theresa can
come up with from what is in the frig).</div>
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<b>Tomorrow's plans:</b></div>
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We leapfrog where the jeep is parked
and take the RV to MaryJane Thurston Park about 100 miles away. In
order to get an early start we will disconnect the RV tonight bring
up the jacks and bring in the sliders so we are ready to roll by 6am
(right - like that will happen).</div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-22287124661552275022012-07-03T09:50:00.002-07:002012-07-03T09:50:37.712-07:00Day 9 – Breakfast surprise<br />
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We slept in late, started some laundry,
made some toast for breakfast and took it outside to enjoy the
campsite before we started on the tasks for the day. Just as we were
finishing our first cup of coffee Theresa let out a scream! Kevin
thought she had been stung by a bee! Then he saw a familiar face
coming thru the surrounding campsite …. Jim and Alise found us!</div>
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What a great surprise! We were
thrilled to see them. Jim had looked at Kevin's Garmin map for our
last day of biking and found the coordinates for the campsite and
plugged that into his phone and turned out it was only 4 miles off
their course to Elkhart! They had dove almost the entire night to
get this far on their way to Elkart. We visited for a bit as a
thunderstorm rolled thru (glad we were not biking) and discussed how
Elkhart was the meka of RVs, as many are manufactured there. In fact
Jim worked on constructing RVs as a summer job when he was a lad.
Kevin quickly latched on to that and told him about every issue we
had on our rigg. Jim's response was “I can build them not repair
them”. At a lull in the storm, our surprise visitors retreated to
their car to continue to their destination. What fun it was to see
them and catch up on the bike group back in Cary (Thorns N Roses).</div>
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Theresa was again working today and had
a few calls scheduled and more catching up to do for work. Kevin
worked on organizing pictures. It was a good day to just hang inside
the RV as the rain continued to patter in spurts on the roof of the
RV. We looked up the forecast for tomorrow which is 91 degrees, 60%
humidity, 30% possibility of thunderstorms and 11 mph WSW winds. Not
so good.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-43871869029419761832012-07-03T09:49:00.002-07:002012-07-03T09:49:42.208-07:00Day 8 – Recovery day at the Riverside RV Park in Vermillion, OH<br />
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After pure torture yesterday, we were
very happy that today was a work day for Theresa and recovery day for
Kevin and Zin! Sleep was in snippets interrupted by cramping in legs
and feet, but with no alarm set all were able to accumulate enough
rest. Breakfast was bacon, eggs and toast along with coffee.
Theresa logged in and assessed what was awaiting her after the long
weekend away from work. Since the 4<sup>th</sup> is on Wed she was
hoping it would be a slow week and she would be able to catch up on
administrivia tasks that had been put on the back burner. She also
spent some time charting out the remainder of the route adding up
50-60 mile segments and identifying potential campgrounds. The next
bike day will be on July 4<sup>th</sup> which will take us away from
Lake Erie and into the heart of Ohio. There are few large towns
which translates into no Walmart stops so we will be relying on state
or local campgrounds to house the RV.
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To minimize breaking camp every morning
we have adopted a new logistic strategy that allows us to stay in one
location for 2 nights in a row. We take the car 50 miles west then
bike back to the RV, then we take the RV 50 miles past the car to the
next campsite (day 1) and the next day bike back to the car and bring
it back to RV, then on day 2 at the campsite we drive the car 50
miles west and bike back to the RV to stay the night and then
repeat.... Theresa tried multiple times to explain the sequence to
Kevin even a spreadsheet did not help, perhaps a diagram with arrows
and little miniature vehicles will help. Or maybe not.</div>
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Even with all the detailed planning
Theresa came up one day shy of making it to Muscatine, IA in the
remaining days allowed for biking. This shortcoming even included a
one 75 mile day that needs to be broke up to be able to survive the
attempt. So the challenge for tomorrow is to turn one 75 mile day
into two shorter ones and to find yet another day that will allow for
the balance of work and play.
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Dinner was Salmon and Cowboy potatoes
on the grill with a salad and of course some wine. It was a
beautiful evening so we eat out dinner outside. One more recovery
day tomorrow before we start our 6+ days of riding in a row.</div>
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Later that evening Alise Cobb had
texted Theresa that they were on their way to Elkart, IN where their
parents and family are from and wondered if our route was near by.
Theresa quickly Googled it and at the closest we would be 1-4 hours
away and that would not be until July 8. Theresa texted Alise the
towns we were going thru and some of the planned campsites. She
responded back that a meeting was just not in the cards. RATS. It
would have been fun to see them.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-88392196614998593802012-07-01T18:13:00.000-07:002012-07-01T18:13:40.055-07:00Day 7 – Vermillion to Willougby Walmart<br />
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<b>Logistics:</b></div>
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Since the car was waiting for us at the
Walmart we only had to get up and get ready to ride, but even as we
knew we faced a long day we still were slow to move and did not get
on the road before 8:15. Kevin was already frustrated as he kept on
loosing his cleat cover just walking up the hill to the road. We
knew it was going to be a long hot day.</div>
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<b>The route:</b></div>
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See the route here:
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<a href="https://maps.google.com/maps?saddr=Riverview+RV+Park+and+Marine,+1270+Vermilion+Road,+Vermilion,+OH+44089&daddr=41.4868942,-81.8316622+to:41.4908714,-81.829113+to:41.49186,-81.77568+to:41.48996,-81.76863+to:41.487289,-81.753065+to:41.49028,-81.734034+to:41.483053,-81.7264126+to:41.4880318,-81.7063649+to:41.5075957,-81.6943787+to:41.64041,-81.46286+to:34440+Vine+Street,+Willowick,+OH&hl=en&ll=41.64011,-81.458473&spn=0.018185,0.041971&sll=41.638026,-81.458473&sspn=0.018185,0.041971&geocode=FUxydwIdvfAX-yGJmt3i1jDvOynzb-I7yXM6iDGJmt3i1jDvOw%3BFS4KeQIdElkf-ynV24i5jfIwiDHTe0IXW326ag%3BFbcZeQIdB2Mf-ylP7D428_IwiDG4uniw6oHt2A%3BFZQdeQIdwDMg-yl_O0PUi_EwiDHlFoneTZUDOw%3BFSgWeQIdSk8g-yl1bsEhjPEwiDHqq5bG7X-pKQ%3BFbkLeQIdF4wg-ynHz78dv_EwiDGTAqz_4fwW6Q%3BFWgXeQIdbtYg-yklMlBBs_EwiDEIXiXzZWcDUQ%3BFS37eAIdNPQg-yn1eectSPAwiDHk5g9NXmsJgQ%3BFZ8OeQIdhEIh-yk7DvLIbvAwiDFVaqGFsaXmNg%3BFQtbeQIdVnEh-ynvghipg_AwiDHnUIbUKP8jTw%3BFdphewIdtPkk-ylXM3UcU6oxiDEutZLQ6PC5qA%3BFXhpewIdsEMl-ylNBrubzKsxiDH5RiE3o_392Q&dirflg=b&mra=dvme&mrsp=10&sz=15&via=1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10&t=m&z=15&lci=bike" target="_blank">Vermillion to Willoughby Walmart</a></div>
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We needed to head north about 2 miles
to catch back the designated route, then turn right and once again
follow the coast of Lake Erie. We never get tired of seeing the
massive body of water to our left. We followed Lake Rd which was
lined with well groomed million dollar mansions which gave us little
concern about the state of the economy. Along the start of the ride
the roadway was OK but soon we were dodging debris and pot holes.
The roads along the Lake in OH really suck! Kevin pulled Zin first
so that Theresa could navigate, after about 21 miles we stopped at
Jakes on the Lake for some rehydration and carbo-protein-fat
injection of Biscuits and Gravy. Man did that hit the spot, even
Zin got to lick up some of the remnants. Theresa was now set to take
her turn pulling the dog. She soon realized the effort it took just
to make 10mph. The strain on her pulling 30 labs of dog trailer
along with the 55 lb dog allowed her to only last for 11 miles. She
elected to relinquish the dog after crossing a bridge that marked the
West edge of Cleveland. We continued along Lake road admiring yet
more Multi-Million Dollar mansions until we reached a left turn that
gave us a panoramic view of Cleveland in the near distance (see the
pictures we posted). Total distance covered viewing these Multi
Million Dollar mansions on the west end of Cleveland totaled 23
miles. After this high spot we navigated the Cleveland Lakefront
State Park on a bike trail which was welcome relief to the pitted,
tattered and well traveled road. The park was well attended as it
was Sunday and there were plenty of picnic spots as well as a very
nice beach, for all to enjoy! Once we exited the beach area we made
a sharp right and climb along the bike path to a section of town that
was a complete contrast to the Multi Million Dollar mansions not more
than 2 miles away. The only similarity was that the folks in either
section of town all commented on “how cool is that Dog”! We
followed the Cleveland Lakefront Bicycle Route (CLBR) thru downtown
Cleveland, which took us under the main bridge to another smaller
bridge and then back up to downtown via a sharp right and up hill
that reminded Theresa of a San Francisco climb. As Kevin attempted
to attack the hill the pressure on the chain was so intense that the
front derailer would not shift into and easier chain ring. This
caused Kevin to make a quick U-turn to the downhill so he could shift
and then make another U-turn with the gears now selected to allow for
the grueling climb. The CLBR took us around the Brown's stadium and
then on to the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame (see pics) it then continued,
paralleling I90 to the right and an airport to the left. After the
Airport the CLBR continued and exposed more park areas as well as
scenery. Ultimately the route ended and left us back on the unkept
roads to dodge potholes and cars. Kevin was spent after pulling the
dog all but 11 miles he begged Theresa for a guesstimate of the
remaining mileage. She quickly said “2 miles” but did not
indicate if that was to the turn or the finish. Theresa was hoping
the turn was soon and kept looking for the street name. Suddenly
there it was and they both made the turn but Kevin had to stop...
Theresa went on for about a quarter mile then noticed Kevin was
stopped so she turned around. Kevin was letting his heart rate
decrease a bit and Theresa told him that there was only 1.5 miles
left to the Walmart. This was little comfort to Kevin as he had
absolutely nothing left, zilch, notta, zip... completely done! Ready
to get this over they both rolled out down the thankfully flat
remainder of the route into Walmart! We packed everything in the
car, then Theresa headed in to the store to grab some needed grocery
items. Kevin and Zin sat in the Car with the Air-conditioning at
full force. Unfortuantly this was not a Super Walmart so it had no
produce, so we made an additional stop at another store to complete
our list.</div>
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58.5 miles, 11.1 mph avg, total trip
miles 236, days riding 5 and 3347 calories burned</div>
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<b>After the ride:</b></div>
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We charted a course back the Riverside
RV park in Vermillion which was about 1 hour. Once at the site Kevin
dumped the gray water from the RV while Theresa unloaded the
groceries. It was about 5pm so we had time for showers before
thinking about dinner. Theresa took some leftovers from a Italian
restaurant meal and added what they had lacked in vegetables and
garlic and meat to make a stellar on the spot meal for the famished
cyclists. As we finished our dinner and began to log the days
events a storm complete with thunder and lightening rolled thru. We
were glad to have the comfort and protection of the RV from the
elements not to mention the satellite TV and internet :)</div>
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<b>Tomorrow's plans:</b></div>
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Kevin and Theresa will be working,
thought this may seem like a vacation from biking! We will be
charting out the next few days as it seems we will ultimately be
short of our goal to make it to Muscatine, IA by July 14-15<sup>th</sup>.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-56794376283645362722012-06-30T18:35:00.000-07:002012-06-30T18:35:43.808-07:00Day 6 – Willoughby, OH Walmart to Indian Creek RV resort<br />
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We were just not moving very fast in
the morning... Kevin had set his alarm for 5:30 am, Theresa had set
hers to 6 am. Both alarms were totally ignored. Kevin claims he did
not want to wake up our camping neighbors, who were in a tent only 4
feet from the drivers side of the RV. That was the side that had the
water and sewer hook-ups. Theresa thought he was actually waiting to
wake up a bit himself. Since check out time was 11 am and we would
not be back to the RV until after 2 pm we needed to unhook the RV and
store it in a different location until we returned at the end of the
ride. Just as we were done parking the RV and contemplating our
drive to the start some sprinkles started to fall. We both looked at
each other and decided to give it a go and elected to drive the car
to a Walmart on the east side of Cleveland. Kevin went in to ask if
is was OK to leave the car overnight and was assured it would be OK.
Got to Love Walmart. The plan was to do the ride then drive the
RV, leapfrogging the car to a campground on the west side of
Cleveland so we are ready for Sunday's ride thru Cleveland back to
the car.</div>
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The Walmart was only 2 miles south of
the route, the rain appeared to be past us (good thing we had a late
start) so we headed north to pick up Lakeshore Blvd and once again
follow (mostly) along the edge of Lake Erie. The road had a useless
bike lane full of debris and potholes. We are convinced that Bike
Lanes are not a bikers friend. We noticed that drivers give you less
space if riding in a bike lane than in the road. Not sure if it was
because it was Saturday or Ohio, but the drivers seemed to be very
much in a hurry and not give us much breathing room. They were much
like NC drivers who pass you just to make a turn in front of you. PA
drivers were much more pleasant. Zin got lots of attention from
passing cars as they giggled and comment how cute she is and how much
fun she was having! The route today had lots of twists and turns.
Theresa had charted a 41 mile route with all the turns using google
maps, however the turns did not match the Adventure Cycling charts
(which were very confusing as well). It was hard to tell where one
town stopped and another started except for a dip into a river valley
and back up the other side. Kevin pulled Zin the first 16, then
swapped out and Theresa pulled for the next 17 miles, which included
head winds and a monster hill the required the Green Machine's granny
gear. She could not even pass a guy who was pushing his bike up the
same hill, but she did make it. We stopped with 8 miles left at a DQ
for something cold. Theresa shared a small cone with Zin who licked
every drop from the cone and then finished that as well. All mounted
up and prepared to finish the days ride. As we biked thru Geneva
State Park we welcomed the shade of each tree as it was reaching 91
degrees. We were thinking of our TNR buddies riding in 100+ and
thankful we were coasting along with 5-7 mph tailwinds and lower
humidity. We completed our route thru the town of Geneva on the
Lake, which felt like riding thru a state fair. Kevin seemed to
think it was a retirement community for Carnies. We finally rolled
into the RV park at about 3:30 ish.</div>
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Route is here: <a href="https://maps.google.com/maps?saddr=walmart+near+Willoughby+Hills,+OH&daddr=41.7007,-81.37759+to:Salida+Rd+to:OH-283+W%2FRichmond+Rd+to:Newell+St+to:41.71636,-81.25562+to:Mentor+Ave+to:Main+St%2FNarrows+Rd+to:41.769872,-81.1467156+to:41.777937,-81.14677+to:41.7785925,-81.1276371+to:41.8108589,-81.1049076+to:41.819143,-81.0947149+to:41.819784,-81.0615859+to:Indian+Creek+Camping+Resort,+4710+Lake+Road+East,+Geneva,+OH+44041&hl=en&ll=41.85748,-80.937223&spn=0.018123,0.041971&sll=41.811499,-81.093864&sspn=0.018136,0.041971&geocode=FdJpewIdxkMl-yERhrfQqyg-GikN5xqbzKsxiDERhrfQqyg-Gg%3BFVxNfAIdykYm-ynBXaAcHK8xiDHD6r7FSVcThg%3BFZ54fAIddEYm-w%3BFVjOfAId9uEn-w%3BFWZ5fAId5Qso-w%3BFYiKfAIdPCMo-ynNeT_GnKQxiDFqejOIhK445g%3BFTCjfAIdEUAo-w%3BFZk1fQIdBeQp-w%3BFZBbfQIdpcwp-ymRRaVJyZcxiDFxtpcVbcGIxQ%3BFRF7fQIdbswp-ykpcRSiNJYxiDGzFBJuC8Ippg%3BFaB9fQIdKxcq-ymNFHIPVJYxiDEQ33kDD4JjlQ%3BFar7fQId9W8q-yl9lA2-m5YxiDE88ENYWXxGYw%3BFQccfgIdxpcq-ymVXXMdGZQxiDH3L-HXUfhU_w%3BFYgefgIdLxkr-ykBFnIA75MxiDEpuyIf8wlYPQ%3BFYfLfgIdli4t-yGgnVCHcdDiLylV7GOTxowxiDGgnVCHcdDiLw&dirflg=b&mra=dvme&mrsp=11&sz=15&via=1,5,8,9,10,11,12,13&t=m&z=15&lci=bike" target="_blank">Willoughby Walmart to Indian Creek RV resort in Geneva on the Lake</a></div>
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44 miles, 12 mph avg, total trip miles
177, days riding 4 and 2500 calories burned</div>
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<b>After the ride:</b></div>
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Exhausted Kevin headed to get a shower
while Theresa chilled with a ice beer. The jeep was already staged
for Sunday's end so we needed to get the Riverside Campground and
Marina where we will stay for 5 nights! We recalled a very steep
railroad crossing to get to I90 thru Geneva and we did not want to
bottom out with the RV and become the Smitanic Teter-totter. We
inquired to an alternate route to make the 100 miles to the
campgrounds. The new campground entrance was a steep downhill that
led to a very narrow opening and sharp turns to get into our assigned
site. After blocking the entrance and exit for about 10 min. one of
the other residents helped us maneuver into our spot along the river.
In order to get into the site Kevin had to maneuver the RV using
small adjustments forward and then back and then forward and then
back. Most of the maneuvers included driving the RV into the trees
and bushes on either side of the RV. The front tires were
dangerously close to falling into a ditch during each incremental
adjustment as he walked the RV into the site with assistance from
both Theresa and a local who was very skilled at parking Big Rigs in
Tight places. The next challenge will be upon departer time when
Kevin and Theresa will be all alone in figuring out how to extract
the SmitTanic from its narrow slip. The campgrounds prides itself as
a Best Kept Secret, but there was lots of traffic in and out so I
think the secret is long been leaked! The Smitanic was all settled
in to it's new home finally around 7, then the nightly update, dinner
and planning began!</div>
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<b>Tomorrow's plans:</b></div>
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We will ride from here as early as
possible 57 miles back to the Walmart in Willoughby, do some
shopping, pick up the abandoned Jeep, and then head back to the RV.</div>
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628922849228434942.post-36790154970306263562012-06-29T19:09:00.000-07:002012-06-29T19:09:36.753-07:00Day 5 - Geneva on the Lake to West Erie, PA<br />
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Today will be our 3<sup>rd</sup> day of
riding. After a very late night getting set up in the Walmart
parking lot (thanks to Allstays app), we were not ready to face the
heat and miles. We loaded up the Jeep with the bikes, helmets, Doggy
Ride and the rest of the stuff we needed and made our first stop at
Wegmanns. This store would be one reason to relocate to this area.
It has everything and lots of folks to help you find with you need.
Theresa could hav spent more time there but her mission was to get 2
coffees and something eatable to fuel us for the days 45 mile ride.
The coffee was good and the breakfast sandwich was great. Even Kevin
ate the whole thing which is unusual for him to eat any b-fast. We
drove about 50 miles to the Indian Creek RV NASCAR resort to check in
and see where we could park the car while we do our ride and return
with the RV. We were directed to the Laundry building parking which
conveniently had the restrooms as well. After everyone made a
bathroom stop we were all ready to roll. We left the Wegmanns lot at
7:15 and were finally rolling on our bikes by 8:45... we really need
to work on getting up earlier to beat the heat of the day!</div>
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<b>Route:</b></div>
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Theresa pulled Zin for the first 19
miles along Lake Erie. Once the sweat started to drip at a steady
stream she was able to keep a slow but steady pace of 13 mph. The
route was mostly flat with 1 or 2 hills thrown it just to see if she
could figure out the right gears to use. All varieties of road kill
spotted the road which first took us thru the quaint town of
Ashtabula, which was decorated with large hanging basket of flowers
for the 4 blocks that defined it's “downtown”. Next there was a
long stretch of flat unpopulated road where we took a break to get
Zin a drink and roll onward. Theresa was ready to unload the trailer
so we stopped at a gas station convenience store at the outskirts of
Conneaut but “no bathrooms for you” (nor anyone) was the reply to
Kevin's request. We swapped out Zin and move on. Shouldn't it be a
requirement to allow customers to use a restroom? We went a bit
further and spotted a small cafe with seating outside so we stopped
and had a ice tea and used the facilities. When Kevin went inside he
immediately spotted the large homemade cinnamon rolls and had to
order one to share with Theresa. This hit the spot and would surely
fuel them for the remainder of the ride. With Kevin towing the
trailer now the speeds increased from a whapping 13mph to 15 mph.
With just 7 miles to go Theresa's foot had gone numb and Kevin was
about to bonk from the heat. We pulled into a Farmers Market and sat
in the shade for a bit just thinking about how our fellow TNR buddies
in Cary, NC are facing 100 degrees and we are suffering at 90. Hot
is hot at that point! As we rode a few more miles we saw a big down
then up hill with barricades and a Detour sign. Glad that we did not
have to face yet another hill we turned right but then checked with
Theresa's iPhone which way to head. We only had 3 miles to go and of
course 1 hill right at the end! Kevin used his granny gear on his
triple as Zin was still in tow, while Theresa was comfortably
spinning the Green Machine in the middle front ring and the low gear
in back. Even without the trailer the GM adds lots of weight to haul
up any hill (that is her excuse anyway). We were glad to return to
Walmart and see the Smitanic waiting for us.</div>
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<b>Stats:</b></div>
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45 miles, 13.5 mph avg, total trip
miles 132, days riding 3</div>
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<b>After the ride:</b></div>
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We drove the RV back to the RV park
which BTW adds NASCAR to it's name because it has a feed of the races
that it shows in a large screen at the front of the park. After
setting up and downloading pics we decided to try the 'restaurant'
out. To our surprise it was a wine bar which we did enjoy along with
some dinner! Kevin and Zin proceeded to go into food comma while
Theresa finished the blog write up and laundry.</div>
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<b>Tomorrow's plans:</b></div>
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We were fortunate to get a site for 4
days at a campground in Vermillion. We plan to do 41 miles tomorrow
and then leave the jeep at Saturday's start and Sunday's finish (a
Walmart in Willoughby) then do our ride and go directly to Sunday's
start (57 miles) in Vermillion. This should save us the drop time on
Sunday so maybe we can beat the heat!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17271725409461382103noreply@blogger.com1