Day Seven: Dallas City to Hannibal, Missouri

We walked back to our tent after listening to the people of Dallas sing karaoke and climbed into the tent as we noticed thunder and lightning in the western sky, across the Mississippi. The trains kept roaring through town, fifty yards from where we were trying to sleep. Lisa worked on her blog post while I fell asleep. A couple of hours later, we realized that a major thunderstorm was approaching and we got out to batten things down, and bring our bags under the vestibule. The wind and rain increased and at about 4:45, we decided to run to the bathrooms and sat in the women’s room for about 45 minutes, then returned to the tent to try to sleep. By the way, everyone says a storm sounds like a freight train, but we had both a storm and real trains all night long. I think we slept a couple hours at the end of the night.

Good news – the Big Agnes tent really kept us and our gear dry. (Thanks, Mary Burke.)

We packed up in the very wet campsite and pulled out of town about 8:30. The course took us up the hill to the high farmland around the town. The riding was great, with little traffic, but a lot of sun and wind. At one point, we encountered a group that was basically doing our trip in reverse – and fully supported, meaning the cyclists ride their lightweight bikes, and carry nothing, and have a couple vans with leaders and mechanics on board. Needless to say, they do not camp. I was envious of their freshness, and good cheer. We were pretty tired and the day was just getting started.

We followed the course, and it was beautiful, as a tour info woman told me in Nauvoo, the most beautiful part of the Mississippi. I was hot and didn’t want to chat, so I did not say “I am from Minnesota and I beg to differ, tourist info lady.” (In fact, it was very beautiful.)

Then we approached the last town before Quincy, Illinois. Hannibal, our goal for the day, is roughly across the river from Quincy, but still a twenty mile ride. I’d calculated that today would be 90 miles, which I thought would be doable, since we had an apartment waiting for us in Hannibal. What I hadn’t known was that the thirty miles before Quincy were completely without services (no towns, stores, gas stations, nothing) or that today would be abnormally warm – the temp was in the mid nineties all day. We loaded up on water before we set out on this crossing (which reminded me of the desert crossing in my favorite movie, Lawrence of Arabia) and rolled out onto a thirty mile road, with little traffic, and no shade…a long ribbon of concrete cooking under the southern Illinois sun.

I tried to conserve the water, but you sweat a lot in these conditions. I kept looking back to see where Lisa was and how she was doing, and she kept slowing down. I’d wait for her, but I had a hard time finding a shady place to stop. I stopped once under a huge tree with white blossoms by an abandoned farmhouse and in the quiet, heard a hum, a buzz, and looked up to see thousands of fat bumblebees feasting on the flower’s nectar.

As the miles rolled by, I realized that Lisa was struggling, so I found a place where we could park the bikes and walk down into a shady grove by a little creek. I grabbed these little camp chairs we’ve been carrying and we just sat and drank the (now hot) water, without finishing it, as we weren’t sure how far we had yet to go.

After a fifteen minute break we got back out on the road, still intensely hot, the white concrete radiating the heat back up at us. And then my bike computer started alerting me that there was a severe thunderstorm warning for the vicinity. I thought we were still 7 or 8 miles out of Quincy, and started getting nervous. I actually tried to hitch a ride for us into town…stuck my hitchhiker’s thumb out to an older couple who smiled at me and waved, and gave me a thumb’s up.

I was out of water – after doing long distance running for decades, I knew the feeling of becoming dehydrated and I knew it was bad. We were close to entering Quincy, but were not coming across any sources for cold water, and we were both seriously overheated, but Lisa was in worse shape than me. I just wanted to get her into an air conditioned space.

We finally pulled into Quincy and went to the nearest sports bar. Lisa was in tears.

I’d already decided that we couldn’t consider riding another twenty miles, especially with the sky turning weird colors and rain starting to fall in big drops.

After lots of calls, we found that the local taxi service had a van that they could use to run us to Hannibal, only twenty minutes away.

We went outside (we were both getting chilled, now, in the indoor air) and started to get the bikes and gear ready to get hauled. As we did that, out the door came a guy (Jim) who was a biker and who asked how we were doing. We told him our story and he said that he would take us to Hannibal if the taxi didn’t work out. “That’s what bikers do for each other.” His friends Terry and Holly joined us and we talked biking and touring till the van showed up. We were delighted to meet them, and wished we’d decided to spend the night in Quincy instead of Hannibal.

That is a long story about a day that began and ended with thunderstorms, a day with little or no rest, not much good food and way too little fluids. I’ve always thought the key attribute of an endurance athlete is the ability to not mind discomfort. And I’ve had that quality, but I want to tell you this experience is really different than running a marathon.

We’ve had lots of comments to the effect of “you guys rock” and “you’re amazing” but I want to be really honest…this is so hard and we don’t really feel that way at all. We are both (though we don’t talk about it) wondering if we can do it. That group of riders we saw this morning were cycling on a good meal and fast, unencumbered bikes, with a mechanic along and someone else telling them where they were going to sleep every night. And, good for them, but that’s not what we’re doing. We have to figure out every issue every day. There is very little down time for us.

For me, it isn’t so much a physical challenge, though consecutive 80 mile days are unquestionably hard. It is a spiritual or emotional challenge. I keep asking myself if we can navigate through strange country, find food to eat and safe places to sleep, or if we bit off more than we can chew.

All marathoners ask themselves those questions in the final miles of the race “why did I think this was a good idea?” But the best athletes overcome self doubt and that is my challenge tonight, honestly.

We look forward to a day off tomorrow and Lisa has great plans for touring Mark Twain’s childhood haunts. I just want to sit on the porch.

7 thoughts on “Day Seven: Dallas City to Hannibal, Missouri

  1. This post was unnerving to read — seriously concerned about you guys. But from an outsider, non-athlete’s perspective, by the end of the read I’m thinking of course you can do this. You’re more prepared than most, you’re more physically fit than most, and while they may not be visible on those long hot stretches of road, your story to date shows that good people always seem to show up when you need them. I’m thinking two things before you hit the road again — more water containers if you can find them, and a couple of small travel umbrellas for the next time you need to stop and there’s no shade. And I’m thinking worse case scenario you are usually just a phone call or farmhouse away from cashing it in for an air conditioned motel room for a couple of days rest and a new can-do perspective or change in plans. No matter — you guys still rock. Rest up. Hydrate. Eat. Love each other. And enjoy Hannibal for a day or two.

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  2. You guys…. we are remiss I’m not keeping up with your first week! And when we did check in… your spirits seemed challenged. “ seemed” is the key word. As your friend Linda said, toward the end of your post, spirits somehow lifted… maybe Mark Twain was channeling some profound energy to trudge on…. hope Lisa was able to check out his haunts. I write this as Endre and I sit On our cabin deck, 50 feet from the muddy waters. It’s a beautiful Sunday morning, the water is hardly moving, and yes the trains trudge by. Thinking of you guys…the pics have been great too! I think the phrase ‘ one day at a time’ may be pushing it…. one hill at a time. Wishing you loads of shade, water and patience. 😀

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  3. I’m not concerned for you, you’ve got this no problem. It’s just one bad run (to keep the perspective of your running references). Running is crazy like that, at least for me. One day I think I can run 20 miles no problem, and the next day 1 mile is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Just make sure to keep the “adventure” in your adventure! If you need more nights in a hotel, take em. If you need to extend your trip by a few days so you build in some more off days, do it! And, stick together! You can bike a little slower, Dan 😉

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  4. Wise travelers know when to rest, and usually something unexpected and memorable occurs. The heat is also unexpected, and unfortunate; you both will recover and have easier days ahead. Lots of Rowan love!

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  5. Turns out my brother in law (not the marathoner) did a 2300+ bike trip in 1981 from Seattle to Denver. He read your day 7 blog this morning and said, “yep, there are days like that!” Then the stories began pouring out, including when a goat ate his bicycle seat and it was three days to a replacement and the crazy-funny characters along the way. So there! It’s bad shit today, but tomorrow’s hilarious tale. I’m damn jealous ‘cause you’re living my dream.

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  6. OMG! What a day. Unnerving is right. even tho I am sitting well-slept and fed, not battling
    anything but anxiety to get a first class ready for June 8.
    Interesting to read yours AND your readers’ thots. They are really encouraging.
    tg

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