Jeff forgot his gloves. It was a short day, only 42 miles, finished and at the tavern by 10AM, Guiness on tap.
We headed up north to retrace part of the Ragbrai route from two years ago, because I guess if you're not riding you may as well drive one of the routes. We went to Dyersville to the "Field of Dreams" site and I'm still a bit teary eyed. There were lots of families there, having a catch, running the bases, walking into the corn. A little guy, about 10yrs old, was at bat and asked the dad pitching if his own dad could pitch to him. His dad had one usable hand, pitched to his son, and the kid could really hit the ball. The house, ball field, bleachers, corn field all just like you would imagine-really neat.
We drove through beautiful rolling hills, following as best the bike route up to Potter's Hill, a steep, nasty climb. This was towards the end of the last day's ride two years ago. A mean trick, in my opinion. We wandered a little too far east, past a ski "resort", and then back to Cedar Rapids. We're both pretty pooped. I've driven over 1000 miles criss crossing through Iowa. The temp is down to a chilly 87, breezy but not blustery, one last day to go.
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