Well, we didn’t find God in Kansas but we did find Paul and Suzi (K’s parents) in Colorado. Or rather, they found us. Plucking us from the hot dusty roadside, they whisked us off to their well-appointed RV, stocked with all the luxuries we’ve been deprived of for 6 weeks: bubbly water, fruit, vegetables, GOOD COFFEE! They have made it their mission to support us for a week or so and are following along, carrying our gear and pampering us. Up at the crack of dawn, they ferry us to the starting point, then drive ahead to set up camp at the next RV park. And more! During a stormy afternoon in Wyoming, they appeared just in the nick of time to rescue us off the side of the road where we were hunkered down behind an embankment’s sagebrush to shelter against the 50 mph gusts and frequent lightning. Emergency rescue, food shopping, ferry services, entertainment…we may not be able to go on after they leave, we are so spoiled now in this lap of luxury.
Thank for the call this morning. Wonderful to hear your voices. As I expressed to the Coach, I do have some vestiges of pride. I will not chase you across the country. If you post, I will comment...
ReplyDeleteGreat that Suzi and Paul are with you and you are having a bit of respite. Aren't those Midwest storms spectacular? We finally got a few sprinkles of rain last night, but the dry spell continues here in you Homelands.
I am happy that the cinnimon roll passion did not end up unrequited or we never would have heard the end of it..."the one that got away..."
Scary to hear about your crash, Neighb. So relieved that it ended up no worse than it did.
I get feel such nostalgia when I think of those expansive fields and plains, with the pronghorns and the dear and the hawks. What a world you are pedalling through.
We celebrate this adventure with you and will kick that celebration up a couple notches when you get home.
Love from the Hoods and Crits,
C of the MT