The hotel had nearly real food for breakfast. Eggs. Biscuits and gravy. Coffee. OJ. Yoghurt.
Stuffed, I hit the road and screamed down the hill I had to climb back up yesterday.
And so began a day of climbing and descending and climbing and descending. On net, I climbed 350 feet, but it felt like 3,500.
Before the Ozarks, roadkill was mostly opossums. Beginning yesterday armadillos started outnumbering opossums. There was also a disturbing number of squashed turtles. I stopped and helped three get off the road.
Riding the frontage road of the interstate I came upon this strange sign combination.
It turned out to be two businesses but for about a mile I was puzzled.
An old bridge on 66 is closed but you can get through on a bike by lifting it over the barrier. This requires unloading/loading/unloading/loading as there were two barriers. One on either end.
As I was about to get underway two local cyclists, Roy Phillips and Al Trumbo, pulled up and we had a long talk. They were great and funny, full of stories. I knew I’d pay for the conversation later though. The time spent talking to them meant more time riding in the afternoon heat.
I stopped at every opportunity to guzzle water and sorts drinks. My belly was sloshing but still I was suffering. A headwind slowed me but felt great in the heat of the afternoon.
I called the town of Marshfield to secure permission to camp in the city park. Of course the access road into the park required one last climb.
I had to ride 1.5 more miles to get to a diner. The green beans that came with dinner were exactly what my body wanted. So was the cherry pie I had for dessert.
This was a really hard day. Hopefully it will pay off down the road. I need to get acclimated to hot weather.
Today was my last day on Route 66. No more refrigerated motels like this.
Tomorrow I switch to the TransAmerica Trail. Hopefully it will be my last hilly day for a while.
Miles today: 68
Mikes total: 569.5