Woke up in Manson, IA in the park under the water tower. We hurried to get out of there, the No Camping sign was much more vlsible in the liqht of day.
Leaving town I looked back in my mirror and saw Brad come racing up behind me. I thouqht something might be wrong. Turned out he'd just eaten his Luna Bar from Joe Lane's care package. The poor fool had fallen in love with them and wanted to trade mine away from me. Too bad for Luna Boy, I'd already eaten it. I tried to explain to him that even thouqh they were tasty they were chick power bars. He just waved it away, saying "Now that I know how the other half lives, I'm never going back".
In Ft. Dodge we were able to meet up with Brad's parents' friends, the Messmers. Sarah and Don really took care of us: we got breakfast, took showers, washed laundry and they even helped us plan a route into Chicago--all in three hours. It was the cycling equalivalent of an Indianapolis 500 pit stop.
The entire afternoon we were chased by thunderstorms. During a really bad streatch we stopped at a farm house to ask if we could stand under their tree and get out of the rain. They invited us in, loaned us towels, gave us a couple sodas and directions to a bike path in Webster City. Between their hospitality and the Messmers' it's made me think that people who live in Iowa are pretty alright even if they don't know how to build roads.
andrew
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