Homeward Bound....

Friday, September 25
   9:30 a.m. Despite our desire to get home, it’s been a slow start to the morning.  And soon we’ll be back on ‘fast time’…Eastern Standard Time.  So we’ll lose an hour….if we’re aiming to make it home today, we’d better get a move on. 
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   Day started a bit cloudy or maybe foggy, so  I put on my jacket and gloves before we left the hotel.  But by the time we hit the Michigan border, the sun had made an appearance, so I downgraded to my fleece.  Not long after that, as we rode along the lakeshore on US 2, we encountered the fog again and lost the sunshine...and I regretted my fleece decision.  But, blue skies prevailed and while there was a cool edge to the ride along the lake, it wasn’t cold. In fact, when just standing around, it was hot…just not so much when on the road.  I dragged my jacket out of the saddlebag a couple of times during the entire ride…wore a long sleeve shirt or my fleece part of every day for the last week or so.  Kim told me tonight that he didn’t wear his jacket at all during this ride, only sleeveless or short sleeve shirts for him the entire 3 weeks…but he took a long hot shower to warm up when we got home tonight.  J 
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    A haircut…I need a haircut!!  Only had my bangs trimmed last appointment…decided to let the rest go while I was on the road.  But it sure seems like it’s growing faster on the right side of my head…driving me crazy!  I wondered if that’s possible, so I went to Google.  Here’s what hairfinder.com tells me:  Not only do different people have different rates of growth for their hair, but an individual person’s hair can grow at different rates at various places on his/her head. The hair follicles actually act independently of one another. Otherwise, when the hair starts to shed, a person would suddenly lose all his hair at once, or a person might suddenly discover that all the hairs on his or her head are going gray at the same time.   So, it’s not my imagination!  Have an appointment with Colleen next Wednesday…just have to keep the scissors out of my hands until then.  I’ve been known to trim….
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    While we were still in Wisconsin this morning, we were coming up to a logging company…and my heart skipped a beat when I saw a pile of logs with snow on it.  Not yet, not ready for snow!!  Was I relieved when I realized it was a pile of white birch logs….Whew!  J   **Footnote: No snow yet, but leaves are changing already in the U.P.**
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    When we were just moseying along from place to place, following whatever route caught our attention, it didn’t matter so much what day it was.  But now that I’m back home to my regular life, it’ll be more important because of appointments with customers, deadlines for alterations, church meetings, etc.   It’s Friday, the start of the weekend but my brain is telling me it’s Sunday because we just got home.  This is gonna mess with my head…
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    While we haven’t been pushing ourselves as far as miles per day, we have been riding every day, usually in heat, humidity and wind.  How incredibly fortunate that we didn’t have to break out the rain gear this whole trip!  Only had one day off riding…that fake rain day back in Poplar Bluff.   The forecast let us down that day, that’s for sure….
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    Kim and I have both been getting calls for work already.  While we were gone, I had calls forwarded from the home phone to my cell, so I’ve been getting calls for alterations all along.  Kim has had calls for additional lawn mowing, so we need to get prepare ourselves as we’ll both hit the ground running on Monday…or possibly even tomorrow. 
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    Stopped at a rest area just outside of Naubinway…..sat around for a bit, just talking.  Then Kim noticed that a couple seemed to be having problems getting their bike started.  We sure could relate to that scenario.  He wandered over, then came back for his portable battery charger….but charging the battery didn’t seem to be the issue.   By this time, I had wandered over…they were from near Green Bay, making it a long weekend by riding around Lake Michigan.   Doug (the driver) called AAA to send a tow truck, but that was a slow process.   When the phone call was over, Kim suggested pushing it to try to pop the clutch…maybe it would start that way.  Nothing ventured, nothing gained.  Voila! It worked, but don’t dare turn the bike off.  We followed them to Mackinac City, where we suggested they ride to Petoskey…not only was it a bigger town with a bike garage (Maxwell Brothers) but there were hotels on hills, in case a clutch start was needed again.  J So they followed us and we waved good bye at the intersection of 31 and 131.  I hope they get their issue resolved.
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    Kim has ideas about improving our camping trailer….he’s thinking about replacing the two truck boxes with a single aluminum box.  But that will be a winter project.  There are more pressing items at hand, like getting prepared for bow season which starts next week already. 
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    I hate to do it, but I’m going to have to replace my boots this winter.  During the Alaska trip, the heels fell off but I had those replaced in Montana.  Now the bottoms are getting slick…and the inside is breaking down, too.  Sounds silly, but my boots are my friends…and replacing a friend is never easy.  But I replaced Moxie after I lost her on the Alaska trip…I’ll have the whole winter to find just the right boots.  Pulling on the boots completes the transformation from Betsy Ross to Easy Rider. J 
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 Observations from the road:
*I wouldn’t recommend sneezing while riding a bike.
*A solid yellow line is not a deterrent to someone who is determined to pass.    
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   It was good to get away and good to get home.  At the end of a trip like this, riding those last couple hundred miles, I get to thinking about where we’ve been…what we’ve done…who we’ve met…things we’ve seen.  It’s so easy to misplace the days, places, and even forget some of it, as we experience it in the moment and then move on to the next stop in our ride.  It all gets to running together in my head…and that’s the reason for a journal.  A way to look back and remember accurately. J 
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Arrived home about 7:30 p.m.  This great adventure has come to an end...but I look forward to the next one, whatever that may be. J
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Today’s miles:  282 miles     Total stats:  Rode 4,453 miles through 12 states over the course of 22 days.


Back home but ready to ride again!

Anticipation....

Thursday, September 24
    While the days have still been warm, evenings are starting to get cool…meaning we don’t need the little fan in the tent at night cooling us off.  Some mornings have been a bit chilly but have warmed up quickly. Back at the beginning of the trip, when we left Kentucky, it was 90o.  We had a couple extra blankets in the trailer, but I left them at Marshal’s figuring we wouldn’t need them and the extra space would be good.  Well, we haven’t needed those blankets until last night….an extra blanket would have been nice.  Woke up in the middle of the night with chilly feet…put my socks on and debated grabbing my fleece, but it wasn’t within reach.  As it turns out, the socks were enough to warm me up.  Well, socks and sticking to Kim like glue kept me warm. J 
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Blooper picture but still got the Illinois sign.
    When we left Lena, this morning, we were only about 10 miles south of the Wisconsin border.  However, the route we took was more east then north at first….through farm country.  And when we crossed the state line, we were in Wisconsin farm country, which is just as picturesque as what we saw in Illinois yesterday.  More cornfields…just not as much harvest activity as yesterday.  Thought we were on one of those roads that don’t warrant a state sign…the locals just know where the invisible state line is.  But, lo and behold, there was a ‘Welcome to Wisconsin’ sign….and because we didn’t get an Illinois state sign yesterday, we simply turned around and got it today, as we were leaving.  J
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   Stopped at Nancy’s Notions in Beaver Dam, WI.  Since we were going by, I wanted to check out the retail store…I’ve seen her on TV and have also ordered sewing items online.  The store had fabric and I wasn’t expecting that…but otherwise it looked like a typical sewing/quilting store.  So, we’re on the bikes, we have limited space and I decide to stop at a sewing store….what was I thinking!  But I got a catalog and can order online.  J
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    I started out riding in shirtsleeves but after about an hour, I needed my fleece.  Arms were a bit too cool.  Later in the day, I traded my fleece for my jacket and knit gloves.  Kim wore a sleeveless shirt the whole day.  We are a study in contrasts, for sure. 
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     Since we’re going up and over the top of Lake Michigan to get home and would be in the neighborhood, we decided to stop in Fond du Lac, for a quick visit with Deb and Marty Schaefer, friends from way back.  Didn’t have their address  or phone number with me, but I am resourceful....that’s what the internet is for.  Came up with an address, unsure about the phone number, so I FB messaged Deb.  Didn’t hear from her throughout the day, but figured we’d stop anyway…I wanted to take a picture of myself standing in front of her house so I could send it to her.  But we couldn’t find their house…we found the street, but not the house. What I was imagining was a scenario like boarding the Hogwarts Express at Platform 9 ¾….their house had to be there somewhere, I just had to know the right barrier to cross to find it. J  Eventually received an answer to my message….they’re off on a 4 day weekend, so even if we found the house, we wouldn’t have found them.   
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    Made it to Fond du Lac at about 4:30 p.m.….since we didn’t meet up with Deb and Marty, we decided to take a stab  at making Marinette, WI.  It was 5 p.m. and Marinette was about another 120 miles down the road but we figured we could do that…it was all highway and it would put us that much closer to home.  However, our ‘game’ was called on account of darkness…put some miles behind us but we stopped at Oconto, which is about 25 miles from Marinette.  It was just time to get off the road. Still should be able to make it home tomorrow, providing weather cooperates...and there’s cheese store still up ahead that might be open when we pass by.J
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    For a couple of days now, we’ve been looking at the distance between where we are and home….figuring how many days it’ll take to get back to Charlevoix.  We’re at that point where the end of the vacation is in sight and we’re getting kind of antsy to get home.  Seems like the closer you get, the faster you want to put the miles behind you.  Not necessarily because you want the vacation to end, but because you want to sleep in your own bed.  Yep, that’s about where we are.  J
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    Hotel has a hot tub and after busting our butts for 2 hours, doing 65-70 mph in traffic, I was looking forward to a soak to, as Kim put it, ‘melt away the miles’.  Well, the hot tub was available but the whirlpool part of it didn’t work, so it was more just a soak in a really hot bathtub.  Relaxing to a certain point, then it was just hot.  I’d have to say, though, that it did help take away the stress of the road.    
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Today’s miles: 257 miles         Total mileage: 4171 miles




Summer Breeze...

Wednesday, September 23
*Google search:
    Yesterday, we passed a cornfield with an irrigation system.  It was connected to a pump alongside the road and I got to wondering how the farmer moved it, seeing that it is anchored on one end.  So, I did a Google search…although first Kim had to tell me what I saw was a ‘center pivot’ system and not a linear system.  This is an excerpt of what www.clemson.edu had to say about it...turns out the farmer doesn’t have to move it: The major advantages of a center pivot system are the low labor requirement and the circular travel path.  Operating a pivot is a simple job of turning the pivot on and can be done easily by one man (unless the pumping station is a considerable distance away from the pivot).  The only other labor required involves regular checks of the pivot to make sure it is operating correctly and has not encountered any unexpected obstructions.  The circular travel path means that the pivot will end its irrigation cycle at the same point where it initially started, so the next irrigation cycle will begin at the driest point in the field.
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    What a nice little park we camped at last night!  The caretaker let us set our tent up right in front of the pavilion…it was flat and grassy…there was electric and several picnic tables…it had a roof, in case of rain.  It also had a dusk to dawn light…which we didn’t think about when we set up our tent in daylight, right in front of the pavilion.  We didn’t think about it when we were sitting by the campfire…it was actually nice to have a bit of light out there keeping the boogey man at bay.  But, we sure did think about it when it was time to go to sleep...it was brighter than daylight in our yellow tent and no way to turn it off!  We had a good laugh about it, then I covered my eyes and zonked out.  That’s the good thing about riding all day...sleep isn’t a problem, even with a big ol’ dusk to dawn light shining down on the tent.  But that’s a lesson learned, for sure…. J 
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    Yesterday, in the Kansas City KOA, we ate left over tortilla chips for breakfast...we make do with what we have.  This morning, thanks to Kim and Larry, we have bacon...and eggs...and pancakes...and potatoes…and more bacon!!  Oh, the smells!  What a tasty treat! J
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     Last night, something was falling from the trees onto the pavilion roof… Kim said it was just acorns falling from the surrounding trees.  I thought it was a fairly big noise for little acorns, but I wasn’t about to go wandering in the dark to check. This morning, Kim noticed that it wasn’t acorns after all, but a much larger ‘thing’.  Cracked one open…could see that it was type of nut, just not sure if it was pecans, walnuts or what.  It had a somewhat spicy smell, too.  When I get internet service, I’m gonna do a Google search.  **Results of a Google image search show that the things falling off the trees onto the pavilion roof were black walnuts.**
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    Left the campground about noon, aiming for a KOA in Lena, IL.  Didn’t make a reservation, though, because it’s a 200 mile run and just didn’t know if we’d make that.  **Footnote:  We made it in about 5 ½ hours.**
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   Today’s nomination for best city name:  Oquawka, IL.  Did a Google search because I was curious about the name…haven’t found anything about the name but did find this little tidbit on Wikipedia: Within the city exists a memorial and grave marker to a circus elephant named Norma Jean, who perished on July 17, 1972 after being struck by lightning. The pachyderm was attached to a small circus that performed in the city. Norma Jean was buried on the spot, and the circus, without its star attraction, closed within a year. Later, local pharmacist Wade Meloan spearheaded the drive to build the monument that stands over her grave.
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   Today was a day for riding and thinking.  Passed a couple of lawn mowers and I thought ‘Nothing says summer like the smell of fresh cut grass’….then I realized that summer is over.  Today is the first day of autumn.   When we started our trip, school hadn’t started yet in Charlevoix….and now it’s fall and the end of September is just around the corner, with Halloween decorations in the stores already.  But during our entire trip, the weather has been sunny and 80s to 90s….summer weather. So I’m in kind of a time warp…getting used to this little taste of summer, but looking forward to the fall colors when I get home.  J
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I have not been looking forward to riding through Illinois...always have thought it’s kind of a boring state.  Today was a day for riding and thinking…and I figured out why I think it’s boring. The west and the places we’ve been traveling to on this trip, are so rich with the history of this country…the exploration and the expansion of the country…and they let you know it.  They try to draw you in to experience these little historical places…and there just doesn’t seem to be much of that in Illinois.   I’m sure there’s history here…just not obvious that Illinois wants the traveler to discover it. That being said, we did pass Monmouth, IL, which had a sign saying it was the home of Wyatt Earp.  So, in order to go deeper on that, I did a Google search.  Museumusa.org had this to say:  Marshall Wyatt Earp was born in Monmouth on March 19, 1848. The birthplace museum was built in 1841. The Wyatt Earp Birthplace, Inc. is a non-profit organization of volunteers, which operates the Birthplace Home. THE HOME IS ALSO OPEN DURING THE SUMMER FROM 2 TO 4, OR BY CHANCE. Monmouth is in west central Illinois on Routes 34 & 67, fifteen minutes west of I-74.   **Footnote: There was no indication along the highway that the home was open to the public.**
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  So, I’m not a fan of Illinois, but we have to get through it…we can go east to Indiana or north to Wisconsin.  We go north, riding backroads along the western side of the state to avoid Chicago.  And now I have to apologize to Illinois for thinking it had nothing to offer. It has good roads (we were on 67 and 88 mostly) with plenty to look at.  It’s a hilly country area, with farms and miles and miles of cornfields.  Harvest time so there was activity in the fields and the corn is a golden color, but I’m sure the countyside would be just as beautiful in the planting and growing seasons, also.   There are also a fair amount of soybean fields.  So, I have revised my opinion of Illinois….it is so much more than just Chicago, with its urban sprawl and nasty traffic….just as Michigan is more than just Detroit.  J
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   Kim has a campfire going, so it’s time for me to cozy up to it and suck up the warmth.  J
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Observations from the road:
*If the men’s bathroom is empty and there’s a line for the women’s…if it's a single room setup, it’s okay to use the men’s bathroom.

Today’s mileage: 201 miles              Total mileage: 3,914 miles



Hit the Road, Jack

Tuesday, September 22
    On Hwy 36 yesterday, we were coming into the little town of Maryville, KS., a woman wearing a high visibility vest flagged us to a stop.  About 4 blocks away and on a hill, another woman was stopping westbound traffic.  I looked around and could see no reason for traffic to be stopped.  After about 2 minutes, a semi truck pulled around the corner a couple of blocks down, in our direction.  And it just kept coming..and coming..and coming around the corner.  Kim estimates that it was about 150 feet.  I have never seen a truck that long….it was segmented and even had a steering mechanism with a driver on the tail end of it!! It appeared to be carrying just a big storage tank. After watching it slowly snake around that corner, I wondered how it got in that section of the town in the first place.     ---------
    Yesterday, about 10 miles into Missouri heading south on Hwy 29, we encounter a sign for a rest area.  But the sign confused me….”Rest Area, 1 mile…no more rest areas in Missouri”.  Now did they mean in the state of Missouri or just on Hwy 29?
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    We arrived at the KOA at about 7:15 p.m….and it was getting dark already.  The other side of that is this morning when I went to the bathroom at about 6 a.m., the sky was already getting light .   But that’s in Missouri…in Central Time.  Anyway, so this morning is the first good look I get at the campground…and we’re in the middle of a residential area!  Back when Jeff, the boys and I were camping in the pop-up, the campgrounds we stayed at were a bit more isolated.  I’ve been amazed at the location of the different KOAs we’ve stayed at this trip…while some have been isolated, most have not been. But all have been within sound of traffic.  But this is really my first major experience with KOA Kamping….Jeff and I used to stay at state parks, non-chain campgrounds, national forest campground or any area that at least had a pit toilet available. Jeff had it in his mind that KOAs were ‘luxury’ campgrounds, meaning expensive (they charged extra for our kids) and too cushy…not at all what the camping experience was about.  He did cave in and buy a pop-up camper so I could at least be off the ground away from critters.  I eventually got over that.  J   
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    Day started out shirt sleeve warm just being around the campground.  But I added a long sleeve shirt when we got ready to ride.  Just don’t like being chilly/cold when riding. 
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    Planned to take 24 East today, with the possibility of meeting up somewhere along the way with Larry and Kim Glasscock and their son, Jeff.  (They’re on their way to see the hot air balloon festival in Albuquerque, NM.)   Getting to 24 East from the KOA was a 4 mile bumpy backroad experience….but once we got on 24, all was good. Nice road…60 mph most of the time…small towns along the way.  Was able to put on 100 miles before lunch….that’s a good pace for us.  We were just sort of wingin' it, though...didn't have any destination in mind, just staying in touch with the Glasscocks to see if we could coordinate a get together. **Met up with Kim and Larry in the little town of Rushville, IL….they’re pulling their camper, so we’re camping out together at a city park…Schuy-Rush Park.  Rode 24 East from Kansas City to Hannibal, MO, where Phil picked up another road to take us into Rushville.**
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    We’ve left the sorghum fields behind….two main crops today through Missouri were soybeans and corn….lots and lots of cornfields.  It appears to be harvesting time, also.  Saw lots of activity out in fields.  Also saw a fair amount of apple orchards and pecan trees.  And I saw a flock of geese in a V formation, heading south.  Is it really time for that?
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    When it’s lunchtime and you’re on the road and want to stay away from fast food, it pays to ask small town people where the locals eat or else look for the diner that has a lot of vehicles.   
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    Crossed both the Missouri and Mississippi Rivers today.  We stopped after crossing the Missouri and Kim’s remark was “That’s a big ass river!”
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    We stopped in Hannibal to track down a Tom Sawyer/Huck Finn statue.  As it turns out, a better photo op was in the parking lot of a restaurant/brewery….a wood carving of Mark Twain.    
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    So today was about the road and riding….not a lot of photo stops. We made good time, too, despite stopping  every hour or so...sometimes we just have to get off the bikes and sit on a curb.  Also need to get my helmet off and scratch my head.  J

Today’s mileage:  264 miles      Total mileage:  3714 miles



Inhale...exhale...now find your center

Monday, September 21
 Yesterday afternoon, we passed a car of young boys coming out of a road....the driver was bouncing, making noise (even though  I couldn’t hear him above the bikes, I could ‘see’ him yelling) and giving us the longhorns gesture.  Not quite sure on the ‘why’ of that one, but I’ll chalk it up to him being an exuberant young man.  But, to be honest, I did a quick assessment as I passed them, and figured if need be, I could outrun them.  J
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    Day started out a bit cool and overcast, but warmed up some, maybe high 60s, before we left the US Center Motel in Smith Center, Kansas.  I still decided to play it smart and wear a fleece, as the air had a dampness to it…and damp air at 65 mph can  bring a chill.  Checking ahead to our destination, it’s predicted to be partly cloudy but in the 80s.  And every weather outlet I’ve checked, indicates there’s 0% chance of rain today.  Well, I hope the clouds got that message.  J  Weather Underground even went so far as to say that around 2 p.m. the sun would come out.  Given the cloud cover I’m skeptical on that one…  
**Footnote:  The sun did make an occasional appearance…there was no rain….despite cloud cover it was a warm day….temps were in the high 70s.**
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     We’ve been riding about 200 miles a day on this trip, some days considerably less.  Been taking it slow, seeing the sights, stopping to rest, etc….and 200 miles about fills up a day like that.  There’s a plan hatching to meet up with friends from Petoskey who are heading west with their camper as we’re heading east, spend a night around a campfire together…maybe somewhere east side of Missouri in a couple of days, a little over 400 miles our starting point this morning.  Pretty much a straight line shot on Hwy 36, from Smith Center (our location) to New London (proposed meeting place)…fits right in with our 200 mile days.  But we needed to figure out where to stop tonight, staying with the KOA theme.  So……
     Option A:  Topeka KOA,  a little over 200 miles down the road…from there to New London is almost 300 miles.
     Option B:  Kansas City KOA (in MO) which is just under 300 miles away, with only 180 miles from there to New London. 
 Overall mileage isn’t much different, but, hoping the weather would hold, we went with Option B.  Do the heavy miles up front today and take it easier tomorrow.  Besides, we liked the route to Kansas City a bit better…it allowed us to stay on Hwy 36 across the top of Kansas. 
**Footnote:  Larry had some problems with his truck today, so plans may be changing.**
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We’ve been to the Geographical center of North America, in Rugby, North Dakota.
We’ve been at the center point of Route 66, in Adrian, Texas.
We’ve been at the point midway between San Francisco and New York, in Kinsley, Kansas.
And as of today, we’ve been to the geographical center of the lower 48 states, in Lebanon, Kansas.  J  
While today was mostly about riding to make some miles and not so much about playing, we did take a side trip to a field at the end of Hwy 191, outside Lebanon, KS, which is home to the geographical center of the contiguous states…certified by the U.S. Geological Survey.  There’s a highway marker/map out on Hwy 36 but that isn’t the geographical center location; the monument is a few miles north and then west. And a tiny 8 person church is on the same site.  Not sure of the correlation between the church and the monument, though.  
Interestingly, this is a blurb about the monument from kansastravel.org:
Geographical Center of the 48 States
The Geographic Center of the United States (contiguous 48) is located about two miles northwest of Lebanon, Kansas. Take US Highway 281 north 1 mile, and turn west one mile on K-191 to the maker that has been erected at the end of the paved road. The actual center is about a half mile away in the center of a former hog farm (Rumor has it that the farmer didn’t want visitors traipsing across his land)  So, apparently, we weren’t EXACTLY on the center of the lower 48 states, but we were at the monument, so I’m calling it good.  J


    Today was a day for people to talk to us about our bikes, the trailer, our little ride buddies and charity ride events.  Every stop we made we had people approach us.     


*Google search:
This campground has an abundance of crickets.  Gonna be serenaded to sleep tonight. Kim wondered about the correlation between cricket chirps and the temperature….I didn’t know what he was talking about. This is what almanac.com says:
Did you know that you can tell the temperature by counting the chirps of a cricket? It's true! Here's the formula:
*To convert cricket chirps to degrees Fahrenheit, count number of chirps in 14 seconds then add 40 to get temperature.  Example: 30 chirps + 40 = 70° F
*To convert cricket chirps to degrees Celsius, count number of chirps in 25 seconds, divide by 3, then add 4 to get temperature.  Example: 48 chirps /(divided by) 3 + 4 = 20° C
Kim and I did an independent study to determine the temperature, meaning we each used the stopwatch app on our phones and counted chirps for 14 seconds.    We each counted 44 chirps in 14 seconds…..44 + 40 = 84o.  No way is it 84o outside at 11:20 pm…..maybe earlier in the day, but not now.  Either our counting or the formula needs work….



 Today’s mileage: 311 miles       Total mileage: 3450 miles

Big Balls....of Twine, that is.

Sunday, September 20….
    Yesterday, we were going to head to Meade, KS, where the Dalton Gang Hideout/Secret Tunnel is located.  That was going to be the ‘unique attraction’ stop to make up for the closed Barbed Wire Museum.   But because of Bernie’s issues yesterday, that plan got scraped.  However, we’re only about 40 miles north of Meade…so our decision today is backtrack a bit or find another slightly offbeat tourist attraction. 
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   Last night we stayed at Days Inn in Dodge City…lots of choices but that was the first hotel I could actually figure out how to access from the road.  Busy road, unfamiliar city, city blocks crammed with buildings....businesses should make sure that their access point is marked.   Anyway, going through Dodge City wasn’t even in our original plan for the day, but we weren’t going anywhere else until we got Bernie’s problem fixed.  Everything about yesterday was up in the air when the bike broke down.  So, staying at a hotel vs. seeking a campground last night wasn’t a tough decision. 
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  Heading to Smith Center, KS, today.  It meets our criteria: it’s in the general direction we need to go, it’s about a 200 mile ride and there are fun things to see along the way.  Approaching Spearville, see a sign that says ‘Scenic View, 1 mile’….well, that piqued my curiosity about what is considered ‘scenic’ in the middle of flat to the horizon Kansas.  I’ll never know because Kim didn’t see my attempts to get his attention….he rode on by, so I did, too.  Some things are best left as a mystery, I guess.


*Google search:  Yesterday, Earl said all those acres of sorghum we passed was actually called ‘milo’.  While I had looked up sorghum several times, I had not read the term ‘milo’ so I went back to Google.  According to an Oklahoma 4-H site:  There are two types of sorghum….grain sorghum and sweet sorghum.
* Grain sorghum is a coarse, upright growing grass that is used for both grain and forage production. Grain sorghum is shorter and has been bred for higher grain yields. Grain sorghum is also called "milo" and is a major feed grain for cattle.
*Sweet sorghum is an important part of the diets of many people in the world. It is made into unleavened breads, boiled porridge or gruel, malted beverages, and specialty foods such as popped grain and syrup from sweet sorghum.
By the early 1900s, the U.S. produced 20 million gallons of sweet sorghum syrup annually.  Sorghum syrup and hot biscuits are a traditional breakfast in southern Appalachia.
Don’t know if the grain plant looks different from the sweet plant…everything I’ve seen has the same look, but then my eye probably isn’t very discerning.


    Did a little geocaching around Dodge City…didn’t have any luck last night but this morning we tried another one.  It was at a small car dealership…we were in the right place just needed to do a bit of in depth searching.  A car pulls up and a young man gets out.  Pointing to a small air conditioning unit he told Kim to ‘Take off the cover’.  Voila!  Inside was a garbage can…only the bottom was covered with geocache trinkets but it was a very clever hide.  The young kid has geocached around the city (there are a lot in Dodge City) ….he had seen us poking around in the corner of the parking lot and had to stop because we had the geocaching look about us….wandering around, being guided by a GPS, and looking under and around things.  He was excited because we were the first geocachers he’s ever met.  It was one of the little moments that make these trips so fun.  J
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    Made a stop in Dodge City for a monkey photo op and were approached by a couple who curious about our trailer.  They live in Cincinnati, had shipped their bike to California (Sacramento, maybe), then they flew out to CA  to ride Hwy 50 back to Ohio.  Anyway, we stood there and talked for about 45 minutes about long distance riding…the challenges and the rewards.
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  Rode a bit east again and then our route turned northward.  As we got to the northern top half of Kansas, the landscape changed…it was hilly and rocky but still farmland…just not flat.  The crops just followed the contours of the land. 
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   Stopped at a Chinese buffet for lunch.  The fortune in my cookie today told me to 'Enjoy the small things you find on your path.'  No problem.....J
**Stopped in Kinsley, KS…the midway point between San Francisco and New York….1561 miles from that point to either city….and only a couple hundred less than that to Charlevoix.  
**Stopped along US Hwy 281, near Gaylord, KS, to see a bronze colored miniature replica of the Statue of Liberty.  It was erected by the Boy Scouts.  Just one of the little things encountered while traveling off the beaten path.   I liked the location…up on a hill, surrounded by Kansas prairie grass.  
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   The very first ride Kim and I took together was in the Upper Peninsula.  We met in Brimley for a day ride to Paradise.  As we took the scenic route outta Brimley, he said that if there was anything I wanted to stop and see, just let him know and we could stop.  I told him that there’s one thing he needed to know about me…that I was a ‘World’s Largest Ball of Twine’ kind of girl.  If there was something to see, then I’m always game to stop and see it.  So, when we  planned our honeymoon ride to California, we made sure the route would take us through Darwin, MN, to see the World’s Largest Ball of Twine. J   Here’s what I know:  In 1950, Francis A. Johnson, started rolling a ball of twine and worked on it daily until his death in 1989, at which point the ball stopped growing.   There was another ball of twine started in 1953 by Frank Stoeber, in Cawker City, KS…but upon his death in 1974, it became a continuing community project.  It was a 14 mile detour to see the Cawker City Ball of Twine but we had to do it...how could we see one and not the other?.  It is big, bigger than the MN version, no doubt about that.  However, a review on roadsideamerica.com has this to say about the Cawker City attraction: The Twine Ball faces a new challenge -- someday it may no longer be classified as a ball. Stoeber and Johnson developed elaborate techniques to wrap on all sides, including the bottom, which required lifting their monsters on forklifts and chains. Cawker City's ball of today isn't in any position to be lifted, so the sides are accumulating a material imbalance. It's exacerbated by children clambering on top and causing outer layers to puddle around the base.
So Darwin, MN, lays claim to the Largest Ball of Twine Rolled by a Single Person and Cawker City, KS, lays claim to the Largest Ball of Twine Rolled by a Community.  Making a title distinction is a win, win situation for both these little towns.  The one in Minnesota is enclosed in a plexiglass gazebo…nasty glare when trying to take pictures.  The caretaker of the museum came along and let us in so we could take pictures up close and personal.  The one here in Kansas is under an open air gazebo…so pictures were no problem.  Both are fun stops if quirky attractions are your thing. J
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  Did wash again tonight because Kim had no clean shirts. Thankfully the hotel has a laundry room…didn’t have to walk far and we could sit in the comfort of our room and just check on it now and again….and we did it correctly this time with laundry soap and dryer sheets.  
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Observations from the road:
*If there are a multitude of wind turbines in the direction that you’re heading, assume you’re going to hit some wind.
*Many small towns still have wide streets and angle parking, which is a quaint look. 


Today’s mileage:  228 miles      Total mileage: 3139 miles

Dust in the Wind.....

Saturday, September 19
    Started out a bit on the cool side but warmed up by about noon.  Was able to downgrade from my jacket to a fleece. 
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    Came out of the hotel today to music that was loud enough to be heard throughout the town.  It was coming from a gas station on the corner of the next block.  Thought it was some kid who just got a whopping stereo system installed and wanted to let everyone know it.  Well, according to the mail carrier, it is a yearly fundraiser for some charity that is held at the gas station….and the music is part of that. 
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   Didn’t do much today and yet we did a lot today. 
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   Don’t know exactly how big an acre is visually, but since we have about 13 acres by our house, I do know what the size of that looks like.  So, I’m not exaggerating when I say we rode through thousands of acres of sorghum fields today.  Ten days ago, I didn’t even know what sorghum was and now I can identify it from a distance by its color…as it ripens, the seed head becomes rust colored.  In earlier stages of growth, it’s green and in that case, I have to be closer to identify it….it looks like short corn stalks.  Anyway, Kansas is a flat state and the rusty colored fields extend to the horizon in some areas.  In some areas along 160, the sorghum crops share the landscape with cornfields and open plowed fields. Colorado, has a fair amount of sorghum fields in the southeast corner of the state, too. 
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   Made it into Kansas….one of us riding and one of us being towed!  What a day this has been! Left Springfield, CO, about 10 a.m…..rode about 20 miles down Hwy 160 when Kim pulls over and says his bike is about to quit.  Alternator  light was on and the amp meter showed that the battery was not charging; Kim was afraid that once Bernie was turned off, he was not going to start again. So this whole conversation takes place while Bernie is idling along the roadside.  U-turn back to Walsh, a little town about 1 mile back, where we pull into a gas station parking lot and set about figuring how what to do next.  Nearest Harley dealerships were Pueblo, CO (190 miles) and Dodge City, KS (130 miles).  So, the  first decision was easy…we’re going to Dodge City.   Next decision wasn’t so easy…how are we doing that?   Woman working in the gas station says there’s a towing service back in Springfield…as Kim is looking it up, she says that maybe ‘Hoopy’ (Earl Hopper) would be available to help us.  He’s doesn’t own a towing service but he has several trailers, he lives right over there and besides, he likes going to Dodge City…he goes to the casino, you know.  Kim calls the towing service…expensive.  He called the dealership in Dodge City….the owner usually did the towing and he was off this weekend.  He called Earl…no answer.   So, I suggested he get on my bike and go to Earl’s (woman gave him directions), perhaps he’s home but didn’t hear the phone, whatever.  Takes off, comes back….Earl’s on the job!  Cost was considerably less that the towing service, although we had to make an ATM withdrawal to get cash.  Earl comes with his trailer and getting Bernie up on the trailer was somewhat of a spectacle, but it probably relieved the boredom of a lazy Saturday afternoon for some of the locals.  Dodge City is 130 miles away, speed limit is 65, should take a couple of hours.  I was going to follow the truck and as soon as we got on the road, I revised our ETA….didn’t take Earl long to get cruising at 75-80 mph.  Kim told me that Earl said that he usually didn’t drive this slow….he usually runs it about 90.  I, for one, am glad he took it slow.  J  We crossed into Kansas about 15 miles down the road….Earl pulled over so I could get the state sign picture and also so they could check the tie down straps, etc.  Made it to the Dodge City Harley dealership at about 4:15 p.m. and we were out of there before 6….with Bernie rumbling nicely.  It turned out to be the voltage regulator.    

*Google search…..
    Earl walks with a cane and the woman at the gas station asked if I remember an oil rig explosion a few years ago….that’s how Earl was injured.  I didn’t know what explosion she was talking about.  Turns out it was a natural gas rig explosion in Cleburne, TX, in 2010.  I did a Google search with the words I knew…Cleburne, TX…explosion…2010.  This is an excerpt of a Wall Street Journal article from June 8, 2010:
CLEBURNE, Texas —A big natural-gas pipeline exploded outside this North Texas Monday afternoon, killing one person, injuring several others and sending up a geyser of flame that was visible from miles away.
The blast occurred on a ranch in rural Johnson County, south of Fort Worth, in an area honeycombed with natural gas wells and criss-crossed with transmission lines.
One man who had been missing earlier was found dead, reported the Associated Press. Eight people were taken to local hospitals, said Bob Alford, the county sheriff. Most are believed to be employees of a contractor and were replacing power-line poles when they hit the pipeline.

    Kim and Earl talked a bit about it on the way to Dodge City.  Earl had spent 63 days in a burn center, had skin grafts, 9 operations and due to a lawsuit became a wealthy man.  He hires men to do odd jobs for him, mostly to help them out.   

Wind picked up a little bit again today, but, then again, we were in the wide open plains area of Kansas….though, for all I know, maybe the whole state is a flat plain.  Anyway, as we’re cruising along the Kansas portion of Hwy 160, we encounter several large plowed up fields.  And, up ahead, I can see a dust devil moving from right to left.  Twice that happened…and each time, I was hoping that it would be over on the left side of the road by the time I reached that area.   Thankfully the big swirl of dust did move left of me but I was still treated to a little bit of leftover ‘dusting’.  L
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 Seems I’ve been using misleading terminology in describing our travel goals.  On my vest patch, there are 22 states west of the Mississippi River and, as of today, we’ve ridden in all of them.  BUT, there are actually 24 states west of the Mississippi, as Alaska and Hawaii are west of it.  So, technically, we have one more to go…Hawaii.  But, I’ve been thinking in terms of continental U.S…..so I’m saying the ultimate goal of The Final Four bike trip, riding in all states west of the Mississippi River, has been achieved.  Now onto the Northeast...but first we gotta go home and rest.  J
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Our elevation has changed over the last day, but other than coming out of the Raton Pass into Colorado, I haven’t noticed a downward tilt to our ride.   
Elevations of the route we’ve ridden the past 36 hours….
  The Raton Pass, NM: 7834 feet
   Trinidad, CO:  6025 feet 
   Kim, CO:   5690 feet
   Springfield, Co: 4360 feet 
   Dodge City: 2579 feet   (current location)
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Kim has dragged his heels in every state we’ve been in so far…literally, dragged his heels.  I can usually see the smoke and smell the rubber burning. Why does he do it? I don’t know but it’s a little game he’s been playing ever since we’ve ridden together…maybe longer. 

*Google search:
Passed two huge tractors today, each driven by a young kid/teenager.  First one waved, second one gave me the ‘hang loose’ gesture instead of a wave.  It hit me as comical that I, a middle woman on a bike, had a young man in a tractor telling me to ‘hang loose’.  So I wondered about that gesture...if I had it correct and what was the history of it.   Wikipedia has this to say:  The shaka sign, sometimes known as "hang loose", is a gesture often associated with Hawaii and surf culture. It consists of extending the thumb and smallest finger while holding the three middle fingers curled, and gesturing in salutation while presenting the front or back of the hand; the hand may be rotated back and forth for emphasis. The shaka sign was adopted from local Hawaiian culture and customs by visiting surfers in the 1960s, and its use has spread around the world. Hawaiians use the shaka to convey the "Aloha Spirit", a concept of friendship, understanding, compassion, and solidarity among the various ethnic cultures that reside within Hawaii, lacking a direct semantic to literal translation. The shaka can also be used to express "howzit?", "thanks, eh?", and "all right!" Drivers will often use it on the road to communicate distant greetings and gratitude.


Today’s mileage:  158 miles    Total mileage:  2910 miles    

Tell 'em Charlie sent ya....

Friday, September 18---
    Our planned stop in Kansas was the Barbed Wire Museum in LaCrosse, which was going to determine our route through the state.  Checked online and the museum is only open from May to Labor Day.  Shoot! Too late!  But, now our route through Kansas is wide open.  So I’m checking Roadside America and other sites to see what fun and unusual things we can see in Kansas.  Oh, the possibilities that are out there before us…. J

    The lid on Bernie’s trunk caught the wind this morning and the cable snapped.  Kim said it was fixable and that he wanted to stop at the local Tractor Supply to get the necessary items.  I stayed out in the parking lot to wash windshields…had extra time so I called my mom.  I was still on the phone when Kim came out…he had passed three women (one a TSC employee) who were struggling to assemble a hitch car carrier and install it on a van.  By the time I was off the phone, Kim was involved. J Delayed our leaving a ½ hour or so, but helping out was the right thing to do….and besides we didn’t have a very firm plan for the day.
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   Roadside America told me that there was an offbeat attraction right there in Raton.  So we tracked it down…the RoboCop Miner Statue, a 10’ metal sculpture paying homage to the New Mexico coal miner.  It turned into a photo op for the little monkeys.
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    It was a downhill ride from New Mexico into Colorado….crossed the state line at about 1 pm.  Day had started out sunny and cool but warmed up nicely before we left the campground.  I still needed to stop and put on a long sleeve shirt…a warm day can become slightly chilly at 60 mph. 
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    We had decided to do some shopping in Trinidad; back at the bikes, we were looking at the GPS to verify our route; a truck pulls up and a man asks if we were lost.  No, just checking the map.  I asked if Hwy 160 would take us all the way into Kansas.  He asked if we were going through Kim…a little town about 72 miles away.  Yes, we were.  He told us basic directions how to get to 160 from where we were and then said that there was one bar in Kim and it opens at 3:30 if we wanted to stop for a bit.  If we did stop, tell ‘em Charlie said Hi.
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   Been experiencing the ‘higher altitude, faster breathing’ that happens in these areas.  I felt it today, while Kim claims to have been feeling it for a couple of days now.
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   At one point today, I thought ‘this road was made for exactly what we’re doing’….cruising along with only a general idea of our destination. J  Little traffic…most of it oncoming, with semis being a major presence until we passed the 389 Junction.  That must be where the trucks picked up Hwy 160 on this route.  The nearest town on Hwy 160 was Kim, CO, which was 72 miles away….nothing in between but miles and miles of pasture and fields. The landscape didn’t change much but oddly, it wasn’t boring.   The road was easy and straight with the occasional curve…but it didn’t have any shoulders so when we stopped we had to stop on the road.  That really wasn’t a problem as traffic could be seen miles; plenty of time for us to get back on the road.  We saw cows, pronghorn and a prairie dog.  There was the occasional driveway with a mailbox, which meant a house/ranch nearby.  I wonder if the mailboxes were just for show because it sure would be a lonely route for a mail carrier.  J
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  It is beyond me how a bug can squish on the inside of my windshield or my googles, for that matter.   Must be some sort of physics thing that I never paid attention to.  J
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Kim giving Bernard a note for Charlie...

   Came to the sign for ‘Kim’ and, of course, I had to get a picture of Kim at the sign.  Then he told me to look for the bar…he wanted to stop at the bar.  Well, it’s past 3:30 so it should be open.  But why are we stopping?   So I can tell them that Charlie wanted us to stop and say hi. Lead the way, girl!  Ohhh-kay!   Well, it was harder for me to find the bar in a town with a population of 70 than one would think.  I passed a building that I thought could be it but dismissed it as abandoned. Didn’t find any other options, so we went back and my opinion of an abandoned building held firm.  Kim got off the bike and walked inside…I took pictures before heading in that direction.  By the time I was done, an older gentleman was headed over from the house next door….it was the owner.  The inside of the bar was small with a pool table and dollar bills tacked on the ceiling and walls.  The bar itself looked to be more like a soda shoppe counter than bar; there was a magnet covered kitchen refrigerator behind the bar, keeping the beer cold.   Well, Kim tells him of our conversation with this guy one back in Trinidad and that we thought we’d stop and tell ‘em that Charlie suggested we stop in and say hi.  Kim gave Bernard a $5 and said when Charlie comes in next buy him a beer on me.  Bernard said he thought Charlie would be stopping in tonight and was sure he'd appreciate the free beer.   As the talk went on, I asked about the $1 bills covering the ceiling, walls and other available surfaces.  He said that customers would write something on a bill and just put it wherever they wanted.  Then sometimes they’d come back and try to find their particular dollar.  However, he didn’t say how that all started.  Anyway, I wanted to put a dollar on the wall…Kim digs one up…owner gives me a marker and the staple gun. I wrote “Charlie sent us” along with our names and the date.  Bernard said he’d be sure to show it to Charlie when he came in.  Put it in the open by the window so there’d be no trouble finding it….yet.  By this time, Helen (owner’s wife) had strolled over and the conversation really took off.  She asked about the bikes, where we’re from, etc., and got the scoop on why we had stopped.  Oh, she knew Charlie...  Anyway, they posed for a picture and we bought a hat before walking out of there.  It was an hour break from riding, but we sure enjoyed it….and it all started because Charlie asked us if we were lost.  **Before we left, Helen pointed out the car door that her father built into the outside wall behind the bar….complete with roll down window.  It was just a plain wall from the outside.**

*Have been seeing tumbleweeds of various sizes for the past week…came across a bunch of them piled up against a fence. So, curious about what kind of plant they are, I thought I’d do a Google search.  I went to Wikipedia, read a few of the beginning sentences and realized I didn’t really care to know about tumbleweeds…there’s a reason I didn’t take horticulture in high school.  J

No camping options on our route today.  KOA doesn’t have any campgrounds in southeastern Colorado or southwestern Kansas….Helen and Bernard back at the Trails End Bar told us “Oh, sure, there are hotels in Springfield…lots of them”.  Well, Google listed 5 and two of them were listed twice.  So we took a room at the first one in town because it was time to get off the bikes.  The name is the Stage Stop Hotel….and I feel like it has one foot in the Old West and one foot in the present….and I fully expect to see a cowboy come strolling down the creaky wooden hallway in the morning, his spurs a jinglin'. 
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Observations from the road:
*Crows wings make an amazing sound (they were flying low at the Raton KOA)
*My head itches under my helmet at the most inconvenient times


Today’s mileage: 151 miles     Total mileage: 2753 miles