breakdown - the rig's and mine
It's remarkable how quickly things can change out here. I've noticed often that over the course of a day my own mood and attitude can change several times, and it is not always clear what causes the shift. Other times it is absolutely clear - a shift in the wind, happening upon a particularly difficult road surface, Coltrane's restlessness, a nasty driver, a sudden storm, particular soreness can all precipitate frustration. But other times I can enjoy the rain or the challenge of the wind, I can laugh at the nasty driver, and I can even celebrate a bad road as an opportunity to slow down and maybe let Coltrane do a little running. And of course there are other things that help brighten a day, like a tailwind, comfortably cool temperatures, a generous or friendly stranger, a beautiful view...
Sunday was a good day. The day before had been fantastic, and I'd ridden over 90 miles. I planned to keep Sunday short (at about 60 miles), but I was entering Indiana and checking another state off the list, the weather was a little humid but not terribly hot, and I had been feeling particularly good on the bike. I started the morning in Shawneetown, IL, a very small town just outside the Shawnee National Forest. Only about two miles out of town a man slowed his pickup truck and said he would like to talk to me about my trip. Until his recent retirement, he had been the area's only physician. He has children about my age, and one of them even got a degree from the University of Chicago. He was very pleasant and expressed that he wished we had met the previous night. His family owns a house in the hills close to Shawneetown with a bunkhouse and a private lake, and he would have liked to put me up for a night. So I too was sorry we'd not met the previous night, but I was glad for the gesture and enjoyed our brief conversation.
The ride to New Haven, IL, was very nice. During the week the road I was taking might be more highly trafficked, but this morning the cars were few and the miles ticked off quickly. In New Haven I jumped on IL 141 to travel to the Indiana border. This road had a bit more traffic - though it wasn't bad - and unfortunately little shoulder, and I was looking forward to getting onto smaller roads after crossing the state line. Approaching the bridge over the Wabash River I noticed a big sign warning pedestrians to keep off the bridge. I thought it a strange sign, since the ADT is officially a coast-to-coast footpath. How had hikers crossed the river? There are no other bridges on my map anywhere nearby. Anyway, I decided I was not a pedestrian and rode across the bridge. Passing the tollbooth on the other side, however, the toll-taker yelled at me that I was not allowed on the bridge and should not have passed this way. I think this might have been when my mood began to sour. I got more frustrated when I discovered that the back roads on which the ADT travels from the border to Evansville are nearly all dirt and gravel roads. Refusing - as I do almost always now - to ride gravel roads, I was forced to stay on the highway, with its small shoulder and speedy traffic. Still, the weather was nice, and I was doing ok. The road through the west side of Evansville was a little hairy, but I was excited when I found a bike path along the Ohio River paralleling Waterworks Road. Park maps indicated that the path passed nearly all the way to Newburgh, where I planned to spend the evening.
A short way down this path I found a nice park with some shade, so Coltrane and I dismounted for an extended break. I called my family and spent a relaxing hour or two sitting by the river and watching kids play on the playground before resuming the ride to Newburgh. Unfortunately, my bike path inexplicably ended just past the park where I had stopped. I returned to riding roads, those designated by the ADT material. The roads were nice enough until - again - they turned to gravel. In fact, the road I think I was supposed to take was marked with a dead end sign. Maybe there was a way through the other end for a pedestrian or a bike, but I didn't want to take chances, so I was forced off trail again. On my way into Newburgh I was able to join the official route again, and again my spirits were up because I intended to end the ride within about ten miles.
Newburgh is a beautiful little town on the Ohio River. I think it may even be the only town in Illinois where a Civil War battle was fought. It is also home to a large Ohio River Dam through which there is still more boat traffic than even through the Panama Canal. The views of the river are beautiful, and the architecture is quaint. There are several good looking restaurants, and I was excited to spend a little time there. Contrary to my information, however, there are no hotels in Newburgh. At least, there aren't any that they know about at the gas station or at the restaurant where I stopped. I also spoke to a very nice couple from Owensboro, KY, who couldn't think of anyplace to stay (except 15 miles behind me in Evansville) for another 20 miles. I ran into a couple nice people and asked about places to stay, and I was very suggestive that I would be glad to camp or to find a friendly family to impose on. No one was inclined to help or offer their own home or yard. It didn't take too long to determine that I either needed to turn around and head back to Evansville or move forward. No one was certain there was a hotel in the next town on my route either, but several people said, "There must be. They have fast food." So I pushed on.
On the way from Newburgh to Boonville I noticed a scraping sound coming from the brake mechanism in one of the trailer wheels. The wheel was a little unsteady, and I could feel some resistance. But now I was racing against the sun to get too Boonville. I quickly tightened a couple bolts and resolved to address the issue after I had settled in for the evening. The ride was actually very nice, and I wished I wasn't so stressed about time. I rode through rolling hills that I thought must look wonderful in morning fog. But I pushed quickly through.
Boonville has one hotel: Motel Manor. It's about a mile out of town. It is owned by an Indian family. And they don't allow pets. I gave them my best appeal, assured them that Coltrane was housebroken, complained that I was on a bike and that there appeared not to be any hotels any closer than Evansville, and they begrudgingly determined that I could stay for the night. Relieved, I found my room, and I met several West Virginian workers who were staying in the neighboring rooms. They were in the area building a radio tower for an AM station. Usually they build cell phone towers. We talked about my trip and my dog, and when I began to disassemble the trailer they were interested in the problem.
The problem: the wheels on the trailer are equipped with disc brakes. The braking system is contained in a housing around the wheel hub. Running through the hub is a steel bolt that is secured to the trailer frame on either side. That bolt had broken. It had simply split in the middle. For the 20 miles from Newburgh to Boonville (if not longer), the weight of the trailer on the left side had been born by only one half of the bolt. I hope this description makes a little sense. Anyway, it would be nice maybe just to pull the bolt out and replace it with another one, but there are two problems. First, I didn't have a replacement bolt. Second, the half of the bolt that was still supporting the pressure on the wheel was irremovable from the braking mechanism in the wheel hub. With all their mechanical expertise, my new friends were also at a loss. One of them suggested that he could maybe weld the two sides of the bolt back together. Then he looked at it. He explained to me that the bolt was made of Grade 8 steel, and he didn't have anything that could reach the temperatures that would be necessary to weld it. In fact, he was flabbergasted that it could have broken. So I sat on the ground in front of my motel room feeling pretty helpless.
There is probably a bike shop somewhere in Evansville, which was now about 40 miles behind me. There is certainly a bike shop in Louisville, KY, which isn't actually on the trail, but was about 100 miles in the right direction. And the trail information says that there is a bike shop in Corydon, IN, which was about 80 miles away and on the trail. Some bike shops would carry a hub like the one I had broken, but most wouldn't actually have one in stock. Of course, I didn't actually need to replace the disc brake, I just needed a wheel that would safely roll. That night I decided that I had ignorantly ridden about 20 miles on this broken wheel. It wasn't ideal, but I would just have to try riding 80 more, find the bike shop in Corydon, and put together something that would work. Disheartened, I went to bed.
The next morning I attended to a couple other bike issues before hitting the road. There had been some squeaking coming from the front rack. So I checked the connections and discovered that one of them was loose. To make a long story short, one of the bolts securing the front rack had become totally stripped. Looking for a bolt long enough to replace it, I decided to use one of the bolts securing the rear rack (which I could replace with a shorter bolt I had available). Two new problems: First, the long bolt I wanted to remove, was in fact broken. As has happened a couple times now, the head of the bolt had sheared off. Unscrewing it, I simply removed the head of the bolt. The length of the bolt remained stuck in the braze-on. I have been unable to remove the length of that bolt with the tools I have with me. The rear rack, consequently is now secured with bolts at only three connection points (fortunately quite securely) and with duct tape in the fourth place. When I reach Corydon I will need to find someone to help me remove the bolt so I can replace it with another one. Second, I discovered that in the front not only had the bolt been stripped, but the braze-on has also. Even a long enough bolt won't screw into the fork because there are no threads to screw into. I think this is actually an easy repair - when I get to a bike shop. I just need to insert a long bolt through the rack, through the braze-on, and secure it with a threaded lug. But of course I don't have one. Now the front rack is secured also with duct tape and with bailing wire. Both racks are still surprisingly secure and sturdy, a testament to Bob Beckman's thorough work, but these temporary solutions make me nervous, and I am eager to get them fixed when I can. And this morning, already concerned about my broken trailer, they made my whole rig feel very unsure.
Still, I hit the road. What else could I do? I was in the middle of nowhere with no supplies, the hotel didn't want me to stay with my dog, and I needed to get to a bike shop. As I rode this morning I watched the trailer very carefully and was incredibly nervous every time I hit a bump in the road. About 15 miles in I heard a rubbing sound from the trailer. This is when I realized that the lopsided pressure on the back wheel was actually bending the frame, so the wheel was now angling in just slightly and rubbing against that canvas on the trailer. I might be able to travel 80 miles, but I might destroy the frame doing it.
Then the road turned to gravel. I was furious. I had to take the road or turn back nearly all the way to Boonville. So I let Coltrane out to run and we took the road. I was nervous about every jolt and over the course of just about a mile had to stop a couple times to tighten a bolt that kept loosening on the trailer hub. To my relief the gravel portion of the road was not very long, but the stress had been intense. And I hadn't noticed when my map of the area had apparently bounced out of the top of my handlebar bag. Then it started to rain. I really almost lost it then, but I resolved that I would make it to Santa Claus, IN, the next town of any size on my route. On the way I would pass by Lincoln's boyhood home and a couple other interesting sites, but I didn't pay them much attention and wasn't in the mood to take pictures. We just pushed to Santa Claus. On the way I decided that I needed to get in touch with Cycletote and arrange to get a new wheel mailed to me.
Santa Claus is a small town, but it is home to Holiday World, apparently the world's first amusement park. They have a couple restaurants, a single hotel, and a large campground/RV park with cabins for rent. I didn't have a phone number for Cycletote, so I stopped in a gas station and asked if there might be a library where I could use a computer. No. A customer explained that I was really in the middle of nowhere. But that same customer, interested to help, particularly when the rain really started to pour, contacted a friend whose office was across from the gas station and found me a place to use a computer for a short time. Coltrane and I found our way to the office, got in touch with Cycletote, and they explained that they could overnight me a wheel if I could get an address. I also would need a place to stay through the day today while I waited for the wheel to arrive. Not so full of the Christmas spirit, neither the hotel, nor the campground in Santa Claus were willing to let Coltrane stay for the night. They had no pity when I explained my predicament, and they sent me northwest (6 miles off my route and in the wrong direction) to Dale, where I am now. I was walking out of the Santa Claus Lodge into the rain after a particularly frustrating interchange with the manager when he offered: "be careful; it's not a very good day for riding." "It's not a very good day for much," I responded.
So here I am. The wheel did arrive at about noon today, and now the trailer is back in working condition. I'm not sure what to do with the old one. I suppose I'll just throw it away, rather than send it home to myself. I still need to deal with my rack issues, but they can wait a day or two. And tomorrow I'll begin riding again and get myself back on schedule.
I've committed now to finishing my ride on Labor Day. I'll roll into DC on Friday, September 1 and hopefully hang out with several friends that evening. A few of them will join me for parts of the last couple days, and I should hit the coast by early afternoon on Monday.
I know it has been a long time since I posted anything. There is much to be said about Missouri and Illinois and I hope I'll get a chance to post some of it sometime - maybe in Cincinnati. In the meantime, here are the stats for the last couple weeks. Also, I've just tried to post some more pictures, but the public library computers won't let me log into the photo album because it might contain questionable pictures. That will have to wait for another time too.
Day 51 - 8/4/06
Started: Kansas City, MO
Stopped: Sugar Creek, MO
Today's Miles: 27.81
Total Miles: 2789.80
Today's Total Ascent: 1530
Today's Total Descent: 1592
Day 52 - 8/5/06
Started: Sugar Creek, MO
Stopped: Waverly, MO
Today's Miles: 68.03
Total Miles: 2857.83
Today's Total Ascent: 3286
Today's Total Descent: 3694
Day 53 - 8/6/06
Started: Waverly, MO
Stopped: Franklin, MO
Today's Miles: 60.24
Total Miles: 2918.07
Today's Total Ascent: 1406
Today's Total Descent: 1763
Day 54 - 8/4/06
Started: Franklin, MO
Stopped: McKittrick, MO
Today's Miles: 89.68
Total Miles: 3007.75
Today's Total Ascent: 406
Today's Total Descent: 442
Day 55 - 8/8/06
Started: McKittrick, MO
Stopped: St. Louis, MO
Today's Miles: 65.60
Total Miles: 3073.35
Today's Total Ascent: 631
Today's Total Descent: 582
Day 56 - 8/9/06
Started: St. Louis
Stopped: St. Louis
Today's Miles: 26.17
Total Miles: 3099.52
Today's Total Ascent: 961
Today's Total Descent: 1011
Day 57 - 8/10/06
Started: St. Louis, MO
Stopped: Fort Kaskaskia SHS, west of Chester, IL
Today's Miles: 74.08
Total Miles: 3173.60
Today's Total Ascent: 1221
Today's Total Descent: 1379
Day 58 - 8/11/06
Started: Fort Kaskaskia SHS
Stopped: Cobden, IL
Today's Miles: 64.37
Total Miles: 3237.97
Today's Total Ascent: 1127
Today's Total Descent: 1166
Day 59 - 8/12/06
Started: Cobden, IL
Stopped: Shawneetown, IL
Today's Miles: 91.36
Total Miles: 3329.33
Today's Total Ascent: 3293
Today's Total Descent: 3692
Day 60 - 8/13/06
Started: Shawneetown, IL
Stopped: Boonville, IN
Today's Miles: 82.43
Total Miles: 3411.76
Today's Total Ascent: 1288
Today's Total Descent: 1365
Day 61 - 8/14/06
Started: Boonville, IN
Stopped: Dale, IN
Today's Miles: 31.62
Total Miles: 3443.38
Today's Total Ascent: 1085
Today's Total Descent: 1177
Day 62 - 8/15/06
Rest Day in Dale, IN
waiting for replacement wheel for trailer
Sunday was a good day. The day before had been fantastic, and I'd ridden over 90 miles. I planned to keep Sunday short (at about 60 miles), but I was entering Indiana and checking another state off the list, the weather was a little humid but not terribly hot, and I had been feeling particularly good on the bike. I started the morning in Shawneetown, IL, a very small town just outside the Shawnee National Forest. Only about two miles out of town a man slowed his pickup truck and said he would like to talk to me about my trip. Until his recent retirement, he had been the area's only physician. He has children about my age, and one of them even got a degree from the University of Chicago. He was very pleasant and expressed that he wished we had met the previous night. His family owns a house in the hills close to Shawneetown with a bunkhouse and a private lake, and he would have liked to put me up for a night. So I too was sorry we'd not met the previous night, but I was glad for the gesture and enjoyed our brief conversation.
The ride to New Haven, IL, was very nice. During the week the road I was taking might be more highly trafficked, but this morning the cars were few and the miles ticked off quickly. In New Haven I jumped on IL 141 to travel to the Indiana border. This road had a bit more traffic - though it wasn't bad - and unfortunately little shoulder, and I was looking forward to getting onto smaller roads after crossing the state line. Approaching the bridge over the Wabash River I noticed a big sign warning pedestrians to keep off the bridge. I thought it a strange sign, since the ADT is officially a coast-to-coast footpath. How had hikers crossed the river? There are no other bridges on my map anywhere nearby. Anyway, I decided I was not a pedestrian and rode across the bridge. Passing the tollbooth on the other side, however, the toll-taker yelled at me that I was not allowed on the bridge and should not have passed this way. I think this might have been when my mood began to sour. I got more frustrated when I discovered that the back roads on which the ADT travels from the border to Evansville are nearly all dirt and gravel roads. Refusing - as I do almost always now - to ride gravel roads, I was forced to stay on the highway, with its small shoulder and speedy traffic. Still, the weather was nice, and I was doing ok. The road through the west side of Evansville was a little hairy, but I was excited when I found a bike path along the Ohio River paralleling Waterworks Road. Park maps indicated that the path passed nearly all the way to Newburgh, where I planned to spend the evening.
A short way down this path I found a nice park with some shade, so Coltrane and I dismounted for an extended break. I called my family and spent a relaxing hour or two sitting by the river and watching kids play on the playground before resuming the ride to Newburgh. Unfortunately, my bike path inexplicably ended just past the park where I had stopped. I returned to riding roads, those designated by the ADT material. The roads were nice enough until - again - they turned to gravel. In fact, the road I think I was supposed to take was marked with a dead end sign. Maybe there was a way through the other end for a pedestrian or a bike, but I didn't want to take chances, so I was forced off trail again. On my way into Newburgh I was able to join the official route again, and again my spirits were up because I intended to end the ride within about ten miles.
Newburgh is a beautiful little town on the Ohio River. I think it may even be the only town in Illinois where a Civil War battle was fought. It is also home to a large Ohio River Dam through which there is still more boat traffic than even through the Panama Canal. The views of the river are beautiful, and the architecture is quaint. There are several good looking restaurants, and I was excited to spend a little time there. Contrary to my information, however, there are no hotels in Newburgh. At least, there aren't any that they know about at the gas station or at the restaurant where I stopped. I also spoke to a very nice couple from Owensboro, KY, who couldn't think of anyplace to stay (except 15 miles behind me in Evansville) for another 20 miles. I ran into a couple nice people and asked about places to stay, and I was very suggestive that I would be glad to camp or to find a friendly family to impose on. No one was inclined to help or offer their own home or yard. It didn't take too long to determine that I either needed to turn around and head back to Evansville or move forward. No one was certain there was a hotel in the next town on my route either, but several people said, "There must be. They have fast food." So I pushed on.
On the way from Newburgh to Boonville I noticed a scraping sound coming from the brake mechanism in one of the trailer wheels. The wheel was a little unsteady, and I could feel some resistance. But now I was racing against the sun to get too Boonville. I quickly tightened a couple bolts and resolved to address the issue after I had settled in for the evening. The ride was actually very nice, and I wished I wasn't so stressed about time. I rode through rolling hills that I thought must look wonderful in morning fog. But I pushed quickly through.
Boonville has one hotel: Motel Manor. It's about a mile out of town. It is owned by an Indian family. And they don't allow pets. I gave them my best appeal, assured them that Coltrane was housebroken, complained that I was on a bike and that there appeared not to be any hotels any closer than Evansville, and they begrudgingly determined that I could stay for the night. Relieved, I found my room, and I met several West Virginian workers who were staying in the neighboring rooms. They were in the area building a radio tower for an AM station. Usually they build cell phone towers. We talked about my trip and my dog, and when I began to disassemble the trailer they were interested in the problem.
The problem: the wheels on the trailer are equipped with disc brakes. The braking system is contained in a housing around the wheel hub. Running through the hub is a steel bolt that is secured to the trailer frame on either side. That bolt had broken. It had simply split in the middle. For the 20 miles from Newburgh to Boonville (if not longer), the weight of the trailer on the left side had been born by only one half of the bolt. I hope this description makes a little sense. Anyway, it would be nice maybe just to pull the bolt out and replace it with another one, but there are two problems. First, I didn't have a replacement bolt. Second, the half of the bolt that was still supporting the pressure on the wheel was irremovable from the braking mechanism in the wheel hub. With all their mechanical expertise, my new friends were also at a loss. One of them suggested that he could maybe weld the two sides of the bolt back together. Then he looked at it. He explained to me that the bolt was made of Grade 8 steel, and he didn't have anything that could reach the temperatures that would be necessary to weld it. In fact, he was flabbergasted that it could have broken. So I sat on the ground in front of my motel room feeling pretty helpless.
There is probably a bike shop somewhere in Evansville, which was now about 40 miles behind me. There is certainly a bike shop in Louisville, KY, which isn't actually on the trail, but was about 100 miles in the right direction. And the trail information says that there is a bike shop in Corydon, IN, which was about 80 miles away and on the trail. Some bike shops would carry a hub like the one I had broken, but most wouldn't actually have one in stock. Of course, I didn't actually need to replace the disc brake, I just needed a wheel that would safely roll. That night I decided that I had ignorantly ridden about 20 miles on this broken wheel. It wasn't ideal, but I would just have to try riding 80 more, find the bike shop in Corydon, and put together something that would work. Disheartened, I went to bed.
The next morning I attended to a couple other bike issues before hitting the road. There had been some squeaking coming from the front rack. So I checked the connections and discovered that one of them was loose. To make a long story short, one of the bolts securing the front rack had become totally stripped. Looking for a bolt long enough to replace it, I decided to use one of the bolts securing the rear rack (which I could replace with a shorter bolt I had available). Two new problems: First, the long bolt I wanted to remove, was in fact broken. As has happened a couple times now, the head of the bolt had sheared off. Unscrewing it, I simply removed the head of the bolt. The length of the bolt remained stuck in the braze-on. I have been unable to remove the length of that bolt with the tools I have with me. The rear rack, consequently is now secured with bolts at only three connection points (fortunately quite securely) and with duct tape in the fourth place. When I reach Corydon I will need to find someone to help me remove the bolt so I can replace it with another one. Second, I discovered that in the front not only had the bolt been stripped, but the braze-on has also. Even a long enough bolt won't screw into the fork because there are no threads to screw into. I think this is actually an easy repair - when I get to a bike shop. I just need to insert a long bolt through the rack, through the braze-on, and secure it with a threaded lug. But of course I don't have one. Now the front rack is secured also with duct tape and with bailing wire. Both racks are still surprisingly secure and sturdy, a testament to Bob Beckman's thorough work, but these temporary solutions make me nervous, and I am eager to get them fixed when I can. And this morning, already concerned about my broken trailer, they made my whole rig feel very unsure.
Still, I hit the road. What else could I do? I was in the middle of nowhere with no supplies, the hotel didn't want me to stay with my dog, and I needed to get to a bike shop. As I rode this morning I watched the trailer very carefully and was incredibly nervous every time I hit a bump in the road. About 15 miles in I heard a rubbing sound from the trailer. This is when I realized that the lopsided pressure on the back wheel was actually bending the frame, so the wheel was now angling in just slightly and rubbing against that canvas on the trailer. I might be able to travel 80 miles, but I might destroy the frame doing it.
Then the road turned to gravel. I was furious. I had to take the road or turn back nearly all the way to Boonville. So I let Coltrane out to run and we took the road. I was nervous about every jolt and over the course of just about a mile had to stop a couple times to tighten a bolt that kept loosening on the trailer hub. To my relief the gravel portion of the road was not very long, but the stress had been intense. And I hadn't noticed when my map of the area had apparently bounced out of the top of my handlebar bag. Then it started to rain. I really almost lost it then, but I resolved that I would make it to Santa Claus, IN, the next town of any size on my route. On the way I would pass by Lincoln's boyhood home and a couple other interesting sites, but I didn't pay them much attention and wasn't in the mood to take pictures. We just pushed to Santa Claus. On the way I decided that I needed to get in touch with Cycletote and arrange to get a new wheel mailed to me.
Santa Claus is a small town, but it is home to Holiday World, apparently the world's first amusement park. They have a couple restaurants, a single hotel, and a large campground/RV park with cabins for rent. I didn't have a phone number for Cycletote, so I stopped in a gas station and asked if there might be a library where I could use a computer. No. A customer explained that I was really in the middle of nowhere. But that same customer, interested to help, particularly when the rain really started to pour, contacted a friend whose office was across from the gas station and found me a place to use a computer for a short time. Coltrane and I found our way to the office, got in touch with Cycletote, and they explained that they could overnight me a wheel if I could get an address. I also would need a place to stay through the day today while I waited for the wheel to arrive. Not so full of the Christmas spirit, neither the hotel, nor the campground in Santa Claus were willing to let Coltrane stay for the night. They had no pity when I explained my predicament, and they sent me northwest (6 miles off my route and in the wrong direction) to Dale, where I am now. I was walking out of the Santa Claus Lodge into the rain after a particularly frustrating interchange with the manager when he offered: "be careful; it's not a very good day for riding." "It's not a very good day for much," I responded.
So here I am. The wheel did arrive at about noon today, and now the trailer is back in working condition. I'm not sure what to do with the old one. I suppose I'll just throw it away, rather than send it home to myself. I still need to deal with my rack issues, but they can wait a day or two. And tomorrow I'll begin riding again and get myself back on schedule.
I've committed now to finishing my ride on Labor Day. I'll roll into DC on Friday, September 1 and hopefully hang out with several friends that evening. A few of them will join me for parts of the last couple days, and I should hit the coast by early afternoon on Monday.
I know it has been a long time since I posted anything. There is much to be said about Missouri and Illinois and I hope I'll get a chance to post some of it sometime - maybe in Cincinnati. In the meantime, here are the stats for the last couple weeks. Also, I've just tried to post some more pictures, but the public library computers won't let me log into the photo album because it might contain questionable pictures. That will have to wait for another time too.
Day 51 - 8/4/06
Started: Kansas City, MO
Stopped: Sugar Creek, MO
Today's Miles: 27.81
Total Miles: 2789.80
Today's Total Ascent: 1530
Today's Total Descent: 1592
Day 52 - 8/5/06
Started: Sugar Creek, MO
Stopped: Waverly, MO
Today's Miles: 68.03
Total Miles: 2857.83
Today's Total Ascent: 3286
Today's Total Descent: 3694
Day 53 - 8/6/06
Started: Waverly, MO
Stopped: Franklin, MO
Today's Miles: 60.24
Total Miles: 2918.07
Today's Total Ascent: 1406
Today's Total Descent: 1763
Day 54 - 8/4/06
Started: Franklin, MO
Stopped: McKittrick, MO
Today's Miles: 89.68
Total Miles: 3007.75
Today's Total Ascent: 406
Today's Total Descent: 442
Day 55 - 8/8/06
Started: McKittrick, MO
Stopped: St. Louis, MO
Today's Miles: 65.60
Total Miles: 3073.35
Today's Total Ascent: 631
Today's Total Descent: 582
Day 56 - 8/9/06
Started: St. Louis
Stopped: St. Louis
Today's Miles: 26.17
Total Miles: 3099.52
Today's Total Ascent: 961
Today's Total Descent: 1011
Day 57 - 8/10/06
Started: St. Louis, MO
Stopped: Fort Kaskaskia SHS, west of Chester, IL
Today's Miles: 74.08
Total Miles: 3173.60
Today's Total Ascent: 1221
Today's Total Descent: 1379
Day 58 - 8/11/06
Started: Fort Kaskaskia SHS
Stopped: Cobden, IL
Today's Miles: 64.37
Total Miles: 3237.97
Today's Total Ascent: 1127
Today's Total Descent: 1166
Day 59 - 8/12/06
Started: Cobden, IL
Stopped: Shawneetown, IL
Today's Miles: 91.36
Total Miles: 3329.33
Today's Total Ascent: 3293
Today's Total Descent: 3692
Day 60 - 8/13/06
Started: Shawneetown, IL
Stopped: Boonville, IN
Today's Miles: 82.43
Total Miles: 3411.76
Today's Total Ascent: 1288
Today's Total Descent: 1365
Day 61 - 8/14/06
Started: Boonville, IN
Stopped: Dale, IN
Today's Miles: 31.62
Total Miles: 3443.38
Today's Total Ascent: 1085
Today's Total Descent: 1177
Day 62 - 8/15/06
Rest Day in Dale, IN
waiting for replacement wheel for trailer
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