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Rollercoaster-ing South

June 14, 2010

* this post is actually more about crawling up hills than coasting

On our day of rest in Clinton MO, we used the public library computers (for a whopping $1 per 120 minutes) and mapped out our route from Clinton to El dorado Springs. Then, we biked through storms to eat a hot lunch in the town square and (after some insisting on the part of Janelle) brainstormed ways to get to El Dorado Springs without getting on a bike.

But don’t worry, the sun came out, we gathered our things from the Hampton, and decided to pedal on rain or shine.

After a sad goodbye to our trail buddy Stephen, we set up camp at the Clinton fair grounds. We listened to the bumpin’ beats of a Baptist wedding inside the community center next to our tent and did some bike maintance in honor of all we had learned from Stephen over the past week.

We woke the next day well rested and ready for the 60 mile ride to El Dorado Springs. Yet, after a short time on our self-made backroads route, we discovered that the roads were actually rippling rollercoasters of concrete roads. The kind that, as Janelle put it, would make you throw up if you were in a car.

But we weren’t in a car. . . and that is why yesterday we physically exerted ourselves more than any other day in our lives. Ever. It was really comical toward the end when we would reach the peak of one hill only to find a veiw of seven more waiting for us in the distance. At one point, the only thing that made it possible for Janelle to continue was Joey’s extensive knowledge of Radio Lab facts about the limits of the human body. When I watched Joey climb a hill in front of me, she looked as though she was biking stories above me and might roll backwards at any moment.

Yes, we walked a few, but we conquered the hills of Missouri yesterday We effin conquered them.

After reaching our haven in El Dorado Springs, we dined in style at Subway and Sonic in quick succession (the only eateries open at 6pm on Sunday.) We treated ourselves to the luxuries of the Dogwood Inn (Motel) and got a well deserved sleep in real beds, well, on top of the beds in our sleeping bags.

4 Comments leave one →
  1. biker pat permalink
    June 14, 2010 10:03 am

    Phil’s GMA quote of the day:

    “They are suffering like they’ve never suffered before…..”

  2. jenny's mama permalink
    June 15, 2010 2:48 pm

    KANSAS!!!! YEAH!!!! One state down, six to go?

  3. Alberto Contador permalink
    June 15, 2010 2:59 pm

    A friend in Texas told me about your trip and I was quite impressed that three non-cyclists would even dare to attempt such a thing. Don’t feel bad about having to walk up some of the hills in Missouri. When I’m climbing some of the tallest mountain passes in Europe, I am often tempted to walk, too. But then I just flip a tiny switch on my bike and it’s all good. You should see the looks on the twisted faces of the other cyclists–priceless! Seriously, if the going gets too tough, I suggest you check in with a pharmacist. Those guys have stuff that will really spin your cranks!

    Ciao, Alberto

  4. Hannah permalink
    June 16, 2010 10:15 pm

    Keep it up, women!! you’re all awesome.

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