

In Walnut, we stopped for the chocolate milk break, where the cashier informed us that our route up ahead was ripped up for 4 miles. We detoured to the north after a cheddar cheese-on-a-hoagie roll picnic lunch at the site of an old Indian school. We arrived in Chanute shortly after noon, and while I'm typing this at the city library, Stephanie is next door visiting the "Safari" museum. Later we plan on checking out the visitor's center (housed in the restored Train Station) and searching for a burger and chocolate shake. Then we'll set up camp and relax at the city campground on the other side of town, where we hear they have a pool!
The Kansas highway signs supposedly have a yellow sunflower around the route number (it's nickname is the "sunflower state" - haven't seen any yet), but upon careful inspection, we have determined it is actually a 52-tooth golden chainring, reminding the west-bound touring cyclists that yes, you do have one down there on your crank and in this state you can actually use it!
Hi you two,
ReplyDeleteI read recently in one of my engineering magazines that "a cyclist can travel 12 mph with an effort comparable to walking."
Also, "one can cycle about 1000 miles at 15 mph using the amount of energy comparable to 1 gallon of gasoline." So I guess you are using the equivalent of 4 gallons of gas or about $10.40 worth of fossil fuel to go across America. Of course, I guess you have to add in the price of a few burgers and chocolate milk shakes.
Keep it up,
Phil and Jean
Mike, Stephanie,
ReplyDeleteEnjoying the blog! Getting ready to head to Montana tomorrow. Glad that you are enjoying Kansas and haven't encountered any flying monkeys yet - maybe they migrate to Canada in the summertime. Anyway, got your nice postmark a couple of weeks ago with the giant Louisville slugger. I actually have another copy of this card which a friend from Kentucky sent me (of course his had different comments on the back). Your comment about feasting on "hot dog rolls with P.B.J. and jerky" reminded me of some gastronomically challenging meals from the past (recall 32 hot dogs and 7 seven brothers on the AT in CT or more bad hot dogs and bone dried stuffing on a smelly, hot beach in Alaska or mash potato-palooza in Glacier - ah the memories). Take care - keep pedaling.
Big Red
Looking good you two! Glad the wind is behind you.
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