Hello,
Leroy made some last minute packing adjustments due to the cool morning weather. Decisions were tough because it is cool, but he would warm up riding the bike, especially when the sun came out strongly. The bag should stretch more. However, we left the house just at the time Leroy wanted to be on the road with just what would fit in the bag.
The cool air, but sun in the windows caused Leroy to reconsider the amount of cool or warm weather clothes, but it was too late now. He was stuck with his selections. He would make them work.
Just south of Council Bluffs where the ride begins, we pulled off to rest and have a little lunch. At least three groups were there with bikes on their cars, trailers, or campers. Excitement starts to build. Why didn’t I sign up and go too?
A man approached us and asked, “Are you going on the bike ride?”
“Yes,” Leroy said.
“I’m meeting my daughter and she is going. She will be riding alone and celebrating her 50th birthday,” he said.
At the camping place we walked over strong stiff hay type stubbles looking for a place to set up Leroy’s tent. On the last bike trip, we ruined a tent bottom camping on just such wicked spikes. There was a nice manicured grass strip next to the road. Some tents were already there so Leroy went over and joined them. At two in the afternoon there were already several thousand people moving around the area. More than ever I wanted to join the ride, but I kissed Leroy good-by, got in the car, and worked my way slowly out of town.
Paula
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