Riding in Shock
Trip Start Sep 13, 2012
41Trip End Oct 24, 2012
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Not surprisingly we had a poor night's sleep as we thought about Brett. We felt deeply for his wife and sons. We know from when Luke died suddenly what it is like to receive earth shattering, world-ending, life-will-never-be the-same-again news. An update at lunch time said Brett had had surgery to remove a blood clot (haematoma) from his brain which was the result of a massive skull fracture. He also had broken his collar bone. He had still not regained consciousness.
The landscape literally and metaphorically shifted in 24 hours. The long, straight roads that had been a feature of our riding so far changed to windy, steeply hilly, wooded terrain as we cycled through the Mark Twain National Forest. Up, down, up down, up down, all day long
Our destination Branson reminded me of Blackpool except of course it's 3 times as big and alongside all the tacky tourist attractions are mega-churches for 1,000 people. It's an incongruous juxtaposition. A flat tyre for David was the last straw as we navigated heavy traffic.
We went to our first Starbucks to discuss over coffee whether (a) we could physically carry on (b) whether we wanted to carry on. We've cycled over 2,000 miles in 25 days and I'm at my lowest physically and mentally. We decided to sleep on it and reappraise in the morning - our 3rd rest day.