Flat Tire

I was at the place on this trip where I was pretty sure both of us were going to be flat free. The picture shows how wrong I was. Sunday, May 27 we were on our way to St Louis. It was supposed to be a short 43 mile day. We were all looking forward to that. But something happened to the crib sheet that day. It turned out to be a 60 mile ride. At 31 miles many of us had all stopped to eat our normal peanut butter and jam sandwich and commiserate on our miles ahead. When it was time to go I quickly found out that I had a flat tire. I had Pat and a few others to help and give advice. One of the women (Stephanie), gave me shampoo to make it easier to insert the tire levers. It worked. After that I was able to do it on my own. The last little bitis the hardest but by this time a man and his son drove up. When he saw me begin to struggle he said, "I can do that." I was happy for the help so I guess I haven't really fixed a flat on my own yet.

Off we went again. We had 30 minutes to go when it started to pour down rain. We were soaked in minutes. We came into the beautiful Adams Mark Hotel looking like drown rats.

We are feeling more like celebrating because we have finished over 900 miles.