We woke early even though we didn't really need to...we've kind of become early risers, I guess. We wanted to tour the FAME (Florence Alabama Music Experience) Studio and needed to get over there by 9:00. We just started planning to ride our bikes, as that is generally our only option. It turned out to … Continue reading Day Nineteen: Florence to Tishimingo, MS

We woke later than usual, but it was ok because we only had 50 miles scheduled for the day. We'd spent the night at a Rodeway Inn at the junction of highway 230 and Interstate 40, so, basically nowhere, which is why our dateline is Rodeway Inn. It was so generous of our friend Paul … Continue reading Day Seventeen: A Rodeway Inn to the Natchez Trace

Yesterday was hard - long miles, heat, hills and even with an early start, it was long. Lisa wrote of it yesterday but there is one thing I wanted to describe for you. We'd ridden forty miles with no services and we were really looking forward to pulling into the little town of Smithland which … Continue reading Day Fifteen: Grand Rivers to Dover, Tennessee

We left our cottage at about 7:15 this morning and immediately crossed the Mississippi on the beautiful Bill Emerson bridge, named after a long time congressman from the area. It was the third time (I think) we've crossed it on the trip, but notable because we will not see the Mississippi again until we reach … Continue reading Day Thirteen: Cape Girardeau to Golconda, Illinois

We ended yesterday by showering and walking across a busy highway to a Mexican restaurant where margaritas were half price. Strangely, given all the calories we are burning - about 4,000 during the biking portion of the day - our appetites aren’t great. We had good meals but didn’t finish them and I didn’t finish … Continue reading Day Eleven: Troy to St. Louis (but not by bike)

This will be short and uninteresting. We woke up refreshed after our day off and started packing up. As I brought our bags out on the porch, I suddenly realized that Lisa's back tire was flat again - for the fourth time in seven days. (Don't worry, I didn't swear - or cry.) I got … Continue reading Day Nine: Hannibal, redux