Day 14 – June 30, 2008

Leaping onto our trusty steeds, we headed out of Glenrock, Wyoming and made haste for the border; the Nebraska/Wyoming border that is. The early morning hours found us pounding pavement on the interstate for the first 40 miles or so; after which we would depart and continue on our quest along highway 20. The scenery along the route was very similar to yesterdays ride until approximately 60 miles in; at which time the pale yellows and browns were morphed into the green hay fields that populate the landscape of the Midwest. Looking out over the rolling hills of green, with barely a trace of humanity, I found myself thinking back upon my first 20 years of life. I grew up in small town South Dakota, and no matter where I live, it is still home. Overlooking these fields of fertile soil, with old time windmills, faded barns, dust packed gravel roads, and the wide open sky, I couldn’t help but feel at ease. I once again was back home. Whether I will ever actually dwell here again, remains a mystery; but my visits to this area are always cleansing and satisfying. I don’t know what it is, but the smell of fresh cut hay, mixed with the many pollens and aromas that bombard the air, cause a slow smile to creep across my worn out face. And with that smile, the many miles of riding fatigue and muscle soreness drain away; if only for a brief moment. Home, there is no place like it.

We attained our goal today when we coasted to finish 107 miles after beginning today’s task; we had left Wyoming behind us and were firmly on Nebraskan soil. Nebraska, home of the Cornhuskers and now 2 crazy cyclists and their equally insane support driver ; at least for a few days. Seeing the state sign, which Bob got a great shot of us as we pedaled by it, was one of my happier moments on this trip. I don’t know why, but of all the states we have entered, this one has been the most meaningful. Perhaps its because I am now really in the Midwest; a place filled with so many fond and profound memories. Speaking of Bob, I wanted to say that once again I was right. (that’s for you babe) My prediction a couple days ago that Larry was handing us over to Bob’s capable hands has been spot on. He’s done a terrific job of getting into the routine, picking great spots for a brief break, scouting ahead for possible issues, and always being close by should any mishap arrive. Thanks for all the support Bob, this ride would not be happening without you.

The body is continuing to put up with the daily brutish punishment with happy reluctance. My right knee performed marvelously today; I am so proud of the round lil guy! It’s evil twin, however, is continue to refuse to play nice. I even went so far as to threaten her with replacement; but she called my bluff so it looks like I’m stuck with her stubbornness for a few more days.

By the way, we are 1,414 miles in after 14 days of pedal power; which means we have less than 2,200 miles to go! I yearn, daily, for those blue waters of the might Atlantic. That will be a welcome site indeed!