Most of the midwest has been under the influence of severe weather this week. Devastating tornados, severe thunderstorms, and record snowfall surrounded us. With a careful eye on the weather maps and forecasts, we picked our way around the edges of the worst of it. We really lucked out and only had to ride out one severe storm under the canopy of a gas station.
Once the violent weather passed, it was smooth sailing. The best part? We arrived at the start of the best riding within 30 minutes of tail end of the bad weather. I told you we really lucked out.
We rode the thin green line and avoided the worst of the weather.
While riding the storm out, I even managed a nap on the island between the pumps. (The non-riding girl in me would find that disgusting.)
Once the storm passed, Highway U in Missouri twisted out in front of us for miles. When we hit the valley floor, this quaint country church was beckoning. We just had to stop. There was something here for everyone. Lorin promptly took a nap in his hammock. Riley went fishing. Robby rested in the sun, and I took pictures of it all.
Lorin’s favorite thing to do on bike trips is to find the perfect place to set up his hammock so that he can take a nap. Those are his legs poking out of the side.
It doesn’t take much to make Riley happy, and the only thing that would have made this moment better was if he would have actually caught a fish.
While trying to navigate across the creek in high-heeled motorcycle boots so as to get a good shot of Riley, I spied something on the creek bed. I took it as an omen, and this old and rusted horseshoe is now in my saddlebag. I also renamed that creek horseshoe creek, but you probably won’t find that on any map.
This is the Washington County Sheriff’s Department At first I thought it was a house surrounded by Sheriff’s vehicles. Then I saw the sign by the door. This is the kind of town where the troopers tip their hat to you and say “ma’am” as you walk by.