Last night about 1 a.m. I rolled over and my right hamstring went into a massage be spasm. I managed not to yell but the spasm lasted ten minutes. It gradually abated for another then minutes before going into spasm again.
Ten minutes later my leg calmed down and I could go back to sleep.
We had breakfast at the hostel. The meal consisted of food we bought at the supermarket last night. Over the meal we discussed options for getting past Nickerson. The main roads we needed to use we still closed by the flood.
Sweet T opted to listen to locals who told him to go north, east of Nickerson. Then go west, passing the flooded area to the north. We opted to use the google. We knew we were taking a chance in but it worked out fine.
From our Adventure Cycling maps we knew that there would be no services along our route of over 70 miles. BYOB.
We went west from Hutchinson for about 16 miles. For part of this segment of the ride we were pacelining. We crossed over the Arkansas (pronounced Are Kansas) which flows south from the Nickerson area. The river was high and fast.
Fast, I wasn’t, and the three-man pacelining became a duo.
Next we turned north for six miles. Mark and Corey guessed right; we ended up just to the west of the flooded area.
Here we turned left for 50 miles. Without a turn. Just straight through the prairie. Corey told me that, in addition to riding into a light headwind we were climbing on a grade of 1 to 2 percent.
Mark sped ahead. I tried to keep up with Corey but my left knee and my need to use a restroom kept my speed down.
Mark, then Corey, stopped at s roadside sign that said “Water for Bikers”. Corey suggested that I stop and ask to use their restroom.
I did. No problem. Then the homeowner named Sherry gave me a cold bottle of water for the road.
And the miles went by. Slowly. On and on through a wildlife preserve with more birdsongs than I could count. This is a stop over for many migratory birds.
Then came the farms. Some had grain growing but most were not yet planted. Ponds of water were visible in most of these fields.
On and in. The terrain rising before me. Just a bit. The wind pushing against me. Just a bit.
After over six hours of riding I caught Mark and Corey waiting on a bridge over the Arkansas River. (Our route was a line under its arc.)
We rode into Larned and stopped by the police station to get permission to camp one the surprisingly dry city park. We were told that tonight the city would be spraying for mosquitoes. We decide not to risk exposure to the insecticide and checked into a $50 per night motel. It’s everything you’d expect and less.
Miles today: 73
Miles total: 1022.5