This morning the wind was howling when we stepped out of the
dorm at the Pierre Indian Learning Center.
We had to head over to the cafeteria for breakfast but when we got there
the doors were locked as breakfast was late. So everyone stood around shivering
in the cold wind. They finally opened
the doors 15 minutes late and by then a bunch of the riders had bolted without
breakfast. I don’t know how good a
decision that was as it was 45 miles down to picnic.
Breakfast actually turned out to be worth waiting for as
there were lots of still hot sticky buns of several different varieties. I can understand why they bolted as supper
the night before was pretty C and what supper is so follows breakfast.
The howling wind was out of the NNW and so we had a decent
wind coming over our left shoulder as we headed almost due east. Ed , Ken C And I flew down to picnic very
quickly and were there by 10:15, late breakfast not withstanding. The climbs were pretty short and not too steep. We are passing mostly large farms which are
primarily wheat or sugar beets. Although
a lot of the fields are pastures which are filled with cattle.
During the rest day Wally and Martin had gotten a guide and
gone fly fishing on one of the lakes which are behind one of the Missouri
dams. They had caught something like 30
fish which had been filleted. One of the
staff fried the fish up at picnic and they were so good. We had fresh fried fish tacos with all the
fixings.
After lunch the road turned straight north and now this
quartering side wind was head on. I
quickly organized Ed and Ken C into a pace line. We each pulled for 0.5 miles
before rotating to the back. The road
had turned into a series of stair step climbs. On the climb the best you could
do was 6-8 mph and as you crested the hill the wind was so strong you had to
fight just to make that. After about 5
miles we caught one of the sectional riders and we recruited her to join us. Now there were four of us to do the
pulling. The route ran straight north
for 19 miles and what a grind it was.
At the corner where the route turned east again there was
gas station so the four of us went in for a coke. It was great to sit down for
a few minutes and catch your breath. We
set of towards Miller with 23 miles to go and the quartering wind pushing us
along. The hills were done and the road
was dead flat so we made pretty good time.
Ed had done the routing so he knew there was a DQ at Miller
and that is where we headed for. The
wind made the 88 miles into a pretty tough day.
Terry
Hey Terry, I miss riding my bike and wish I were still with you all even with all the wind. I'll be following you from here on out. Great pictures.
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