Our morning ride was probably the coldest yet. We were shivering for our entire first leg, but it was short enough not to stop and change. We went to a grocer, and they had the air conditioning on so I turned around as soon as we I got in. Paul got some stuff, and we wised up and put on more clothes before we left for our next haul.
Garden City, where we were heading, seemed to have a lot going on. And this is Kansas, so there would be nothing before it. The first time the trip felt like work was on this ride. There was a constant cold rain, continual climbing, and strong headwinds that had us going under 10 miles an hour for much of the leg. We agreed it was one of the most mentally challenging parts of the trip, because without any services at all, we had no choice but to work through it. Paranoid of Kansas storms, we had another slight scare as there seemed to be very low hanging clouds, and winds began to strengthen. Pedaling through again, it did not materialize into anything significant, other than a rapid increase in heart rate.
After that we saw the sun pop for about 5 seconds right before we got into Garden City, which would be the last time we would see it all day. We stopped at a lunch buffet place, which was perfect. We feasted on some hot food, and waited out the storm. We were so cold that we got a hot pot of water from the kind waitress to warm ourselves up. We ended up staying for two and a half hours while the Poseidon did his work.
When we hit the streets, the road we were on was nearly flooded. It was sort of cool but we got a bit wet. As the weather cleared, our attitudes improved again. We made a nice stretch to stop at Lakin, another hopping spot, our last stop before Syracuse, Kansas. The time lost with the storm would not allow us get into Colorado that day. Disappointing.
In Lakin we got some snacks, and hung out for a bit before heading out. When I rolled my bike off the pavement in front of the store I noticed it felt soft. I had finally gotten my first flat! It was the first time in my life that I had a flat rear. Now I knew what 1/6 of Paul's frustration felt like.
After a quick fix, with some help from the pro (Paul), we were back on the road. We were running low on tubes and would have to make it back to civilization (just joking Kansas, nothing but love) to get to a bike shop.
While riding to Syracuse, we crossed into mountain time! How exciting. Little mental accomplishments like that can be so empowering. We practically flew the rest of the way to Syracuse. As we got our motel, we noticed a good looking Mexican place. The motel manager recommended the place as well. But remember, we're in Kansas, so it's not as if we were choosing from hundreds of options.
We also asked her about breakfast and the like, the typical motel questions. The manager said breakfast without the k. Breafest, quite funny, and we still laugh about it today.
We rolled over to the Mexican place, and filled up. Damn, I write about food a lot. But it's so good, and we eat a lot.
We returned to the motel, and I did some writing and the like. Both of us could hardly contain our excitement to enter Colorado the following morning. We were actually going to make it for sure the next day. Although I have already said it, we had a lot of expectations for the state. We could hardly fall alseep, but eventually were able to.
Life was good.