Had I gotten up and hit the road by 6 or 7AM on Wednesday, I probably would have missed most of the rain. But, as anyone who has traveled with me knows, the days when I'm on the road by 6AM are few and far between. By the time, I had eaten breakfast, it was obvious that the center of the tropical depression that Alberto had become was heading directly for Cloverdale, IN. I would have been in the rain nearly all the way to St. Louis. It wasn't worth doing that as far as I was concerned. So, I slept some and read some and ate Mexican food at a restaurant across the street from the Holiday Inn Express before going to bed at 11PM. I slept for about 3 hours and woke up. I laid there with my eyes closed, hoping to go back to sleep until 7, and got up and went down for breakfast. After breakfast I was really drowsy and decided to try to take an 90-minute nap. That didn't work, so I got up and finally left Cloverdale around noon. I skirted rain just west of Terra Haute and again just west of St Louis, but was never in any rain. I could see some significant cumulo-nimbus clouds both north and south of me as I went through St Louis and Kansas City, but managed to stay dry all the way. I past one of my favorite place names in the US, Knob Noster, MO, but didn't get off I-70 to check it out. It got hot by the time I left Indiana, and the temp was steady at about 88-90F. Tomorrow will be close to 100F, and I might have to wet my LD-Comfort shirt. I didn't need to do that today. I called it a day when I got to Junction City, KS. I've got 526 miles to do tomorrow and it'll be hot and humid until I get past Hays or Goodland, KS.
Interesting oddity (interesting to me, probably totally
uninteresting to all of you: I bought gas in Boonsboro and then here in Junction City. Both fill-ups took place after
exactly 227.2 miles. I don't think I've ever had that happen before. I thought it would have really been cool if I'd needed the exact same amount of gas, but that didn't happen. The first tank took 4.444 gallons, the second took 4.673 gallons. I had stronger headwinds from Boonsboro till just west of KC.
I will definitely ride all the way home tomorrow because I'm preaching Sunday. Our church's pastor is in San Diego to do a funeral for an aunt. He called this morning just before I left Cloverdale and asked if I was home. When I told him I was in western Indiana, I think he was maybe, just possibly, almost certainly a tad (or more) nervous about my ability to get home in time for Sunday.
Oh, when I got to Junction City, I stopped for gas out east of town, just a couple of miles west of Fort Riley, the home of "The Big Red One," and then came a whole one-tenth of mile down the road to spend the night at an Econo-Lodge. As I was checking in, I realized that I didn't have my phone. I'd used it at the gas station and then gotten into a fairly long conversation with a guy driving the first Kia Stinger I've seen. He was from Denver and headed back home after being stopped in Indianapolis by the storm yesterday. Turns out he rides a Can-Am Spyder so his wife will go with him on trips. I had the woman at the front desk try calling my phone, but nobody answered it. I could just see it lying smashed on the concrete next to the gas pump. I put my 'Stitch back on and went out to ride back up to the Cenex station and had the bright idea of looking inside the map compartment where I keep my little mileage log.
Lo- and- Behold!!! There it was. That was a relief. I didn't have a tent that it could have been packed inside of like I did the day junglejim and I left Spearfish with my phone missing on our way to Alaska.
Miles today: 570
Miles for Trip: 3,628
Total Miles on Bike: 129,477.