In and around augusta
Trip Start Jun 15, 2012
7Trip End Jun 27, 2012
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Ooof, that reminds me, there is a positive Guy plug at the end of this entry. Skip ahead and read it if you feel like I bag on him too much.
We pedaled into Augusta and to be honest, we still aren't sure how far we went. Before we left, I did the math and figured it was about 15 miles. When I reported my findings, the troops were excited about having a short day. We rode on for a while, then Guy did the math and announced that we actually had to go 19 miles
Then BOOM! we arrived in town sooner then we expected. Hooray!
Toby discovered a new way of riding: he sticks his left leg out and rests it on my trailer and somehow I drag him forward. He says its harder to do than riding his bike like a normal person, but that doesn't stop him. I'm sure its that kind of persistance that will get him a scholarship someday.
We've heard that Augusta is a cute little town but it's mostly up on a hill so we didn't see as much of it as we would have if it were on the flat. That's the thing about bikes; they make everything more difficult. On this day, I was crabby about having the family of rocket scientists mock my mathing ability, so I left my bike on the bottom of the hill and walked up to check out the town. (Let's just get it out there, I was hoping that either someone would steal my bike and trailer while I was gone or that Guy and the boys would get tired of waiting and leave me there, but nope.) In town, I found a couple of wine tasting rooms and some bed and breakfasts that looked pretty darn tempting-- but we stuck to our guns (ie: no one took pity on me) and we pedaled another couple of sullen but easy miles to the Klondike Campground. Our guidebook describes the Klondike Campground as "campers paradise" so I had high hopes. Those hopes were the only thing that got my padded ass back on that bike after I saw Augusta's lovely Bed and Breakfasts.
I really hate tents
I respect the idea of a tent. I recognize the portable housing concept as valid and I have noticed that turtles and Bedoins seem successful and content. I also support the low-budget, tent-camping lifestyle because we can put the money we save on hotels toward other things, like oreos and beer and shuttles from one town to the next. But when it comes down to it, tents are uncomfortable. The floor of a tent is hard because it's the ground. Tents are loud because they don't have real walls. Tents are hot because they don't have air conitioning and, perhaps most significantly, tents are crowded with campers and family members. I keep thinking that if I were a good person, I wouldn't mind sleeping in a tent if there were a bed, and lights, and maybe a 'fridgerator; but I haven't seen it on this trip, so my opinion stands firm.
The Klondike campground was fine. Trees, dirt, showers, friendly ranger. But paradise? Hmm. We slept there, though. Our sweet neighbors (who live only twenty minutes away but were camping anyway?!?) shared their waggy black dogs and extra chocolatey S'mores. That was cool. It seems to me that the people who live in Missouri are delightfully nice and unpretentious. Love it. My family also demonstrated some amazine acrobatic manouevers during the tenting period
Without further ado, let me thank the lord in heaven for Elisa Royce because in the morning she picked us up at the campground and...wait for it...we finished our bike trip!
(But we have not finished this blog. I am having too much fun to quit-- plus we are still traveling so I still have grounds for posting a travel blog).
Now I am going to take a moment to get to what matters. There are moments in this blog where Guy feels like I am picking on him. "Now I know what you really think about me" he says after reading some entries. I explained again and again that he is the straight man and that I am the joke and that everyone knows this but still he doubts. Here is my disclaimer:
I trust that as our friends and family read this, they are commiserating with Guy and what he has to deal with. In our family, Guy is our rock, our bounty, our lap that we sit on. We love and respect him and we would all, from me down to the shovel in the garage, be lost without him. In contrast, I am the stain, the rock in the shoe, the ring on the coffee table. I incite chaos even with my best intentions and sometimes it's sad, but most of the time it can be funny if you look at it in the right way. Most essentially, I love Guy and what he brings to my world. And if this disclaimer is not sufficient, please join Earline's "pro-guy fan club". A fellow engineer and a true friend to both of us, she is always accepting new members.