I spent the morning working in the yard, had a little lunch, and jumped on the bike. I headed south and thought I would probably do a little loop of about 20 miles, but I got to my turn-around spot, turned east and just kept riding. I rode some roads I hadn't been on in a long time, and a section of one I had never seen. Sometimes I like grabbing a couple bottles, my cell phone and Road ID, and just going. It makes me think that if I can ride that far on a whim, I shouldn't have any trouble humping my way across Kansas.
Potawatomi Trail of Death. Not one of America's finest hours. And certainly not as catchy of a name for a road trip as say, Peak-to-Peak Scenic Byway. But, there it was.
TdK. He hung up a clothesline and let us know it was communal. We walked to the Lutheran church for a spaghetti feed with Dwayne. A couple years later I ran into him in the middle of nowhere when we were two of about seven riders to finish the century loop on a day when the wind was at it's worst. The next day coming out of a c-store I felt a jab in my arm, and it was Dwayne giving me a smile and a thumbs-up in acknowledgment of our feat.