A filler post

Well we were able to make it to LaCrosse that night, but not without some serious ranting and raving for the next 30 miles. It was all we could do from getting off the bike, using our superhuman strength to throw it into a Kansas oil field and call for a helicopter, but we made it. At least it was good for the bikers going Eastward. Someone's pain, someone's gain.


The dala horse shop in Lindsborg

joy

Andy and Mark Flynn in our quarters for the night (Lindsborg city park)
I also forgot to mention this lovely gentleman, Mark Flynn and his daughter, that we met in Lindsborg, who came and checked on us a couple times, told us where we could find grub, what to expect from the coming landscape, and exchanged some of his monumental mountain biking adventures that we were totally impressed by. We are not mountain savvy I'm afraid. His daughter told us where to get the best snow cones and we know she was providing most of the momentum for their tandem-esque bicycle.

a little square of Lindsborg

a tree for a silo

the best mexican restaurant ever in Ottawa KS

a couple extra laps on the way to Council Grove, KS

Herington mural we liked, town very strange

and their library