Mercy Riders

Pushing pedals, pushing hope

July 10, One Year Later

It’s good to pray in the morning. We always have during the ride. It clears the mind and focuses on the good things we are doing. We eat to get us going before we ride, then will stop and get a more substantial breakfast later, which we affectionately call ‘second breakfast’. We cross into Iowa along rt 275, which has a pedestrian walk along one side. Not all bridges have this amenity, so we need to plan accordingly.

At the Nebraska/Iowa Border over the Missouri River

At the Nebraska/Iowa Border over the Missouri River

The route isn’t spelled out well. We’re busy blogging or resting the evening before, and we go with little sound direction to go on. Case and point is 100 yards into Iowa. It’s frustrating. But by the end of the day we’re either too tired to figure out the next day’s route, or we don’t have wi-fi to check. Or both.

Michelle and the boys continue their visits of local museums. Truth be told, it’s hard for me to go an hour in a museum before I’m checking the exits. They’re learning a lot and having fun.

Cap'n Mark

Cap’n Mark

Matthew with a flour.

Matthew with a flour.

The terrain changes after we crossed into Iowa. The hills come more often, one after another. There are long stretches of the road have cracks all the way across the road, every 5 seconds. It pounds on our arms and shoulders. Michelle, riding in the van, said she didn’t even like driving on them. The scenery is getting more and more green though.

About 50 miles into our day we ride along rt 92 into Griswold, IA. There, in a large open lot in the middle of town on the north side of the street, is a food trailer. The food is great! The owner hopes to build a permanent structure someday, and with food this good out of a trailer, we’d bet they’ll succeed. We sit on benches under a tree and dine. As we’re finishing out meal, the women come out and hand us an envelope. A donation to Mercy Housing.

We end the day, after 110+ miles, we make it to Winterset, IA, the birthplace of John Wayne. It’s has a traditional town square, with the county building and it’s cross-shaped plan capped with a tall dome taking up a square block. On the opposite side of the street of the county building, on all sides, are storefront businesses, each unique in their masonry facades, but all relating to each other at the same time. It felt very homey. We stayed at an RV campground directly east of the square.

John Wayne's birthplace.

John Wayne’s birthplace.