That was good news last night when I looked it up. The down side is I drank 6 liters of water yesterday, plus an energy drink, a diet coke and all the ice tea thatI could drink in an hour. This morning started early with Gene asking me if I was stirring at 5 AM. "Not really" I replied foggily. What I wish I would have said was: "No... I'm shaken!" But that much wit at that hour eluded me. We left at 6:25 and spent the next hour riding straight west to Grand Rapids for breakfast. It was a good food stop for a change. I did the breakfast pizza with a banana, an apple, carrots and a V8. Yummy. Good thing I forgot the God awful instant oatmeal as they didn't have any milk! The bathroom line was monster... photos next week.
We rode an additional hour and a half straight west to lunch... really it was second breakfast. In my case, it was third breakfast as I had an apple and buffins before we started. My Trader Joe immitation muffins have been a life saver. We shall see if they let me take them into Ireland! Lunch was brauts with saurkraut... heaven for a diabetic. At that point, the clouds fell away and the sun immediately poured out its heat! First lunch was in Florida. The town, not the state. But my rivers end felt like I had ridden to the state! I had an ice cream sandwich for first lunch and a diet coke. The began a gentle, but steady ride uphill for over 5 miles. Where did that come from. My batteries were running down by then, but we made it to Defiance College just in time to grab the last shady spots for our tents. It was our reward for Gene standing watch for a friend of a friend, who had been left in the dust of the third leg. And perhaps for my giving a woman my spot in the shade at a picnic table. The woman told me: "You will be rewarded for that".
GOBA has a new thing this year... where we stay has the rights to exclude everyone but Chris Cakes from our camping area. I am genetically opposed to that. It was a dreadful decision in Bowling Green and the Jr. Fair Board did nothing but a spagetti dinner and water. And it was a long damn way into Bowling Green. Gene and I did eat at The Easy Street Cafe and it was excellent as always. That is where we spent the hour and a half while I guzzled tea and water endlessly.
The bonus was a ride on the Slippery Elm trail with lots of trees and a visit to a Ben Franklin store. The company stores have all closed, but there are franchisees who simply pay to use the name. I need to go back!
I will not sit on a bicycle seat until Friday morning. I endured several extended complaints from my rivers end, as my brother used to call it. Tomorrow is a rest day for me. And the town is within walking distance. Good thing as all they are running for shuttles are the short busses... such a bad idea.
Two more stories from third breakfast. As I was walking across the road, an amply endowed woman walked the other way while pouring a bottle of cold water ($1 please) into her bra! "That must feel good", says I. Her reply was "You have NO idea!" The guy in charge of this stop was crestfallen with the news that at least 1000 more riders were still coming. "Tell them we are down to serving cats and dogs!" he said. Like we COULD tell them!