2000 miles!!! It seems like only yesterday we were celebrating one thousand and wondering if we would make it to 2000 or die trying. We are definetly getting stronger both in mind and body, more capable of facing the myriad challenges of this adventure and having a great time again.
On our way to camp last night we met three more cyclists from New York. The tent area at the city park in Chamberlain was home to six cyclists for the night, and in the past two days we've met six other people who are riding. None of them have been riding our route, we've all just converged by coincidence.
I forgot this in yesterday's post, but we met a guy just before the Pit Stop on his way West. He told us about the Pit Stop, and about how he had stopped at another gas station on the 111 degree day only to his bottles filled with antifreeze tainted water. After which, he rode through the heat anoter 30 miles with one emergency bottle, and was literally saved from dehydration by the people at the Pit Stop. Wicked bad luck. We also met a cyclist from Germany at Fort Thompson yesterday making his way from Minneapolis to Vancouver.
Back to the present. We started our day with coffee and caramel rolls at the Anchor Cafe. I've never seen caramel rolls before, apparently its a Western thing. It's a cinnamon roll covered in caramel sauce, and these had pecans on top. They are amazing. Someone in charge of the sweet pastry industry needs to read this and bring caramel rolls to Missouri.
Unfortuanetly, our coffee and caramel rolls got us a late start. It was nice riding with a gentle breezes and great terrain, but by the time we rolled into Platte it was getting late. We were going to continue on, but needed a break from the heat so we had the best pie of the trip (Shorty's Cafe - Platte, SD) and ducked into the library. We ended up closing down the library and then chatting with the wonderful librarian, Anita, for over an hour. At which point, it was too late to move on. Anita told us that camping was allowed in the city park, so we went and setup camp.
Across the street from the library in Platte is the Barrister Lounge. I couldn't pass that up. So, I went and had a couple Leinenkugels and listened to the locals talk about the harvest and baseball. There was very little discussion of jurisprudence.
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