RASDAK 2014

          I am warm, dry, and in a comfy chair as I reflect on my bicycle ride across South Dakota. At times this past week, those basic pleasures were but a dream. The 2014 RASDAK has been deemed a success, seven days to cross our incredible state with about 130 fellow bikers. Many of our spouses and friends have called us crazy to our faces, but once you are bitten by the biking bug, it takes over. I agree that the thought of bike riding seventy-eighty miles in a day sounds a bit much, but do it for seven days in a row, that’s downright insane. I can’t explain it, we just do it.

 In the days leading up to the ride, knowing I had not put in enough long sixty to seventy five mile rides in my training, I was feeling quite anxious about the adventure I had so eagerly signed up for months earlier. I even told my family to remind me of this moment, if I attempted to register for a similar ride in the future. Well, as with any challenge in life, you tend to forget the unpleasant moments and only relish in the best parts when it all felt perfect. I am already making my list of items I forgot this year for the 2015 ride.

The Webster Biking Club, comprised of three riders, David, LeAnn, and myself, had 100% participation in the ride. David and I were meeting up with LeAnn in Rapid. About forty of us boarded a brand new coach bus in Sioux Falls bound for Palmer Gulch Campground, our first night’s lodging near Mt. Rushmore. We all knew this was the easiest riding we would experience on this trip. Before long, we rolled our bikes into a moving van, loaded our bags into the luggage bins and, we were off. We stopped at a rest stop near Chamberlain, which housed an interesting display of Lewis and Clark’s Corps of Discovery and their time in SD. The RASDAK crew provided a great lunch, riders began introducing themselves and friendships grew. John, from Nebraska, was sitting across the aisle, he and a buddy had met on another biking excursion, had abandoned the BRAN (Bike Ride Across Nebraska) to cross the border to the north for this year’s ride. Stories were shared of last year’s first RASDAK, apparently, our coach bus was a major upgrade from the previous year’s bussing.

There had been precip in the Hills, and although it was not raining at the moment of setting up our tents, the camping area was fairly damp, but we were ready to tough it out. I soon realized I had not packed enough warm clothes. The nightly low was forecasted at about 40, which is a pretty chilly way to start the ride. We wandered around the campground and went into the resort restaurant to get out of the weather. Wally, a rider from Watertown was eating alone, so David and I joined him.  I had met him on the Gran Fondo century ride last summer. When LeAnn arrived, she came to my rescue with the best offer ever. She was staying with friends from the Aberdeen Bike Club and there was room for one more in the camper. Her invitation was accepted in a heartbeat! David, however, was left to his own defenses. He is a trooper and was fine with tenting it. Steve, a rider from Texas, whom I met waiting for the bus, realized the rain fly for his tent had not made the trip from Texas, so he and several others were striking their tents and grabbing up any remaining rooms and cabins available. Dawn, a rider who had come solo, also offered me a place in a room with a few other gals who were also riding alone. I commend those ladies coming on the ride not knowing anybody, confident they would get acquainted with others on the ride. As LeAnn describes the culture of biking, it is very inclusive. Friendship, positive thinking, and helpfulness are evident every day.

The Aberdeen group was going for supper, so I took my tent down, and tried to organize what I needed for the night in the camper, and my first day’s ride. I found myself with some extra time and saw Steve at a campfire with a group of riders. Though I felt a bit out of comfort zone, I just walked up and joined the group. I found myself sitting next to a rider I had met in the 2012 Tour de Kota, Julie, from Armour. As the people around the fire realized there was a newbie to the group, I introduced myself and was soon razzed for being a teacher with summers off. All in good fun though. Before long, LeAnn and my new friends from Aberdeen were walking by, and I bid farewell to Steve and his bike crew. This was going to be a good week.

The night in the camper was splendidly cozy. We were up and going by 5, planning to meet David at the pancake tent at 6. With the chill in the air, we opted to skip the outdoor breakfast and find a café in Hill City. As soon as we got on the road, raindrops began. My Frogg Togg rain suit was working, my feet were pretty much dry, and I was feeling good about my purchase of some Toe Thingys, (yes, that is the real name, it’s a neoprene shoe cover). Hill City Café offered a great breakfast and we were all set. We missed the Sheridan Lake Road turn and ended up backtracking about a mile. At that point, biking into the rain, I realized the full boot rain cover would have been the better choice. Soon my feet were soaked. Oh well, the others were in the same boat, with water squishing inside our shoes. We made it into Rapid and through the bike trail with Michelle’s expertise, and arrived right on cue to the Central States Fairgrounds. Tents were already set up in a quonset, and the luggage was there. I found a somewhat warm shower and was dry while Michelle and LeAnn waited wet and cold for Randy, Michelle’s husband, to arrive with the camper and truck. Two other riders, Jeff and Erika, arrived too. Luckily, Randy’s sister lived in Rapid and offered warm showers and laundry facilities. A Godsend. She even had a little rack that fit in her dryer so our shoes could be dried as well. I had found some grand friends, thanks to LeAnn. We went for lunch and to browse at a bike shop. I found some warmer gloves, socks, and arm and leg warmers so I felt better about the cool morning rides. That night we went into Rapid to the Firehouse for supper. We were outdoors, but these amazing heat lamps glowed right over our table. Very pleasant evening, though the fish tacos left a bit to be desired. Michelle and I agreed we should have went with our gut and just ordered dessert instead. Back at camp, we were soon tucked in bed ready to head into the Badlands.

Tuesday’s ride out of the Badlands was by far the most impressive portion of the trip. We were up close and personal with the landscape on the Badlands Loop. The switchbacks took all the effort we had, but the view from atop was glorious. We were even greeted by some mountain goats. Michelle’s idea to hold our bikes over our heads for a photo opp was one of the highlights of the trip. We left the Badlands behind and headed into Wall for lunch at Fat Boy’s BBQ. As we left Wall, we had a brief escort by a Highway Patrolman. He was insisting we ride on the shoulder, but Jeff took care of it. The Two Bit Saloon was just a bit down the road, but it was decided that a stop was in order. A good day with 62 miles, the wind picked up some on our last stretch into Philip, but it was an enjoyable ride. The Aberdeen delegation departed due to other commitments, and we had to bid them farewell. Michelle kept telling us that if we could just figure out a way to tow the camper, we could keep it, unfortunately we had to wave them off. We opted for a picnic supper, so we picked up some fixings and enjoyed a meal on the bench outside the school. In Philip, we were given the opportunity to bed down in the high school gym due to storms forecasted that evening. LeAnn and I were among the first to nab a spot. The routine is established early on in these events, setting up camp, organizing the gear for the following day’s ride so avoid as much rummaging through the bags as possible in the morning. The sounds of zippers and ziplock bags crinkling serve as the best wake up call. The first noises usually  begin about 4:30. Bikers are early risers. It was amazingly quiet in the gym that night, and we slept well.  

Day four was to be our most challenging ascents with a gain in elevation of 4972 feet and a decrease of 5078. Lots of climbing today. Egg bake and fruit in the morning provided some decent fuel and we were pedaling by 6 with White River on the radar. The Mellette County Cattlewomen provided a great steak sandwich for lunch at the Stoddard Ranch. It was located at the bottom of a hill, it was difficult to pull the brakes when we were coasting down, but the food was definitely worth the stop. The picnic went over so well, the three of us decided to go for a  second round. I opted for the gym and LeAnn and David were camped outside. This night was not as pleasant, a snoring biker disrupted the slumber party. It didn’t take long for someone to wake the guilty party. Plus my air mattress went kaput and I found myself on the hard gym floor. Ugh. 

Thursday was our ride across the river. We had been warned about the steep and long hill climbs into the river bottom. The first stop was Karla’s Last Call just 17 miles into the day. This was an excellent rest stop, probably the top vote getter. There was a fire pit on the deck to warm us and a spread two tables long of rolls and baked goods. Too many calories, but it was delicious! We had lunch in Winner at Shirley’s Café and felt good. We had convinced ourselves the looming hills were doable, but at the last stop before the river we were informed that the ride coordinators had recommended not going across the bridge due to the lack of a good shoulder, heavy truck traffic, and high cross winds. An old 1980 something party bus was there to transport us with our bikes secured on top. After much discussion, LeAnn and I decided to play it safe and take the bus. David went for it. The post ride reports came in with conflicting stories, some said it ended up to be an okay ride, though the hills were definitely a beast, I overheard another biker say she felt lucky to survive the ride. I guess it’s better to err on the side of caution. I ended the day with 76 miles, weekly total thus far, 334. Riders participated in a “Road Booty Contest” throughout the day, as treasures are found along the way and stories are shared as to the circumstances that led to these items being left on the highway, plus embellishment is encouraged. Items like broken CD’s, bungie cords, and baby dolls were among the treasures, providing plenty of good laughs. The night at the Snake River Campground fit all the specs for a perfect evening, a full moon, friends, great steak supper, temps in the 50’s, calm, and no rain.

Friday we climbed out of the river bank first thing. I was riding along with Ann, from Kenebec, and breakfast was in Platte, great pancakes and sausages, with bananas for the road. The winds were due to increase from the southeast, the exact direction we were headed. Riding in a draft line helped cut the wind, but it still was a hard day. There was a group of us stopped at a corner, and we opted out of an extra jog into Corsica to shave a few miles off. It was too difficult to ride four abreast on the highway, so we opted for pairs. At a corner, Ann and I came upon Doug, a rider from Sioux Falls, and so the three of us rode into Armour for lunch. This was to be a special stop as Julie, a rider who had collided with another rider and suffered a broken collar,  bone was forced to leave the ride early lived here. A last minute parade into town was planned. The three of us were a bit early, so we were the parade watchers at the park. We had a great veggie lasagna that hit the spot. We continued on into Parkston, enjoying a little tailwind. As we came into Parkston, I noticed the Catholic church, which is the architectural design that Christ the King used when the church in Webster was built in the 60’s. I should have stopped in, but didn’t have the energy. Ann and Doug needed refreshments, so I joined them for one and then headed to the school for a hot shower. Once again, the gymnasium was open for campers. After that long day of wind, people were already looking at tomorrow’s forecast, the same SE wind plus a chance of rain. LeAnn made a call and convinced her husband John to find us on the route so we could cut the final 88 mile day short. The six days of hard riding had taken its toll, our bodies were talking to us. Once we had the rescue vehicle in place, we all felt better about tomorrow’s ride, we’d go as far as we could. There was a great pork loin supper planned that night. The gym was quiet and though one never sleeps well, I did get some decent rest.

The final day of riding was on of the most difficult, the wind really beat us up. We had a rest stop and ended up making it to Freeman by the time John caught up with us. With 36 miles on the final day, my weekly total was 436 miles. That’s enough for me. My calves were now shouting at me, and I knew I had to get my running shoes on again and start my long runs for my September marathon, so we cut the ride short. All in all the week was incredible. Lots of good memories and new friends. We were among the first to show up at the luggage truck, so we helped unload and then hit the showers at the Pentagon. Heavenly, to say the least, they were on the opposite end of the spectrum in comparison to the campground showers. There was a post ride gathering to show off the slideshow that had been put together throughout the week. I decided to eat and run, as the date was June 14^th and I had an anniversary supper waiting for me. I did squeeze in time to go browsing at the bike shop though, dreaming of an upgrade. As I’ve reported to many who have asked about my ride, it was wonderful, very challenging at times, but overall, a super week of riding with some great people. Here’s to riding the rest of the summer and being able to opt out if the conditions are not to my liking. 

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Tour de Kota 2012

The summer mode has arrived. After a busy few months, May and June as packed as possible, we have made the transition to the lake. With that, afternoon naps, water fun, and hours with “nothing to do”. Splendid time to write.

Tour de Kota, Round II was another wild ride. Though the start date was mid June, training began the moment I clicked “Submit” on the TdK Registration site. Once committed, the trainer in the garage seemed to beckon me. My mantra of running three, four, five, six miles a day satisfied my training regimen for most of the winter. With our beautiful spring, I was able to log quite a few miles in April and May, ending up with 410 actual training miles on my Jamis odometer, plus a random 100 on my town bike. My final push was a 66 mile ride to Langford into a strong west wind. Riding colleague David Trefz had told me about this, “Sweet ride” coming east from Langford and I wanted to try it. I knew I’d be maxed out this particular Monday in the wind, but if I could just make it to through the headwind to Langford, I’d have the tailwind to bring me home. Ron and Tyler both at work, and Hannah sleeping in, I left a note on the counter, packed a few granola bars, PB sandwich, an apple, water bottle and took off. I actually considered turning around at John Deere, about half mile out of town. I decided to try to make it to Holmquist. How does one eat and elephant? One bite at a time.  It was all I could do to push 7-8 mph, but slowly and steadily, I pulled into The Hot Spot in Bristol, and ten miles under my belt, (under my seat is more appropriate in this case). With my peanut butter sandwich devoured and water bottle full again, I convinced myself that the Langford road was within reach and the winds had to be easier to handle heading north. Off I went. Turning north on the Pierpont road, expecting a reprieve, I was shaking my head in disbelief. The side wind was not much better. Eight miles to Pierpont and another eight to Langford. I kept going knowing that once I made it to Pierpont, I’d have no choice but continue on, as it would be silly to turn around at that point, nearly half way by then. Eating an apple and a granola bar at the ball park in Langford, tucked out of the wind, an older fellow working in his yard, ambled across the street shaking his head. “I saw you coming into town and thought you had to be crazy to be out in this wind.” Yes, that would be an accurate description. I told him about the upcoming Tour and he encouraged me. “You’ve made it this far, Langford is only another eight miles.” The last bit into the wind was manageable. I found an egg salad croissant at the convenience store along with a chocolate milk, and I felt like I conquered the world. I called home to report in and give Hannah my ETA. Heading east with the tailwind felt marvelous. I even called Ty on route, coasting along on the cell phone. The rest of the ride was downhill, literally. A few hills to climb on the Britton road, but nothing too intimidating. One more bathroom stop at Bristol, and I blew home. Honest to goodness, I sailed along at 18-20 mph with an intermittent amount of easy pedaling. Total trip time was about six hours, it took me four to get there and only two on the return. As I was crossing Main Street, dreaming of my egg burrito, cold milk, and a shower, John Suhr motioned me over. He wanted to let me know that his wife LeAnn and David Trefz, fellow riders, were planning a ride at 5:00. I had to decline the invitation. With that ride on the training log, I figured I was prepared for whatever winds the Tour brought. As it turned out, we had our share of fierce, day long head winds, thus the Langford ride was solid training.

With gear packed, fridge stocked, lists on the counter for the kids, we three Webster TdK’ers headed for Dell Rapids on June 16^th. The ride promised 470 miles in six days, including two 90+ mile days. The chance for a Century Ride was real.

 Our arrival time into Dell Rapids clicked with 5:00 Mass at St. Mary’s. Then supper in the park and early bed time. None of us fared real well that first night in camp, with the carryings-on of other park visitors, sleep alluded us. Then a little before 4:00, the breakfast crew arrived. Might as well tear down camp instead of lying in the tent wide eyed. Tent zippers started zipping and the day began. We knew the south wind and heat was suppose to crank up as the morning wore on, so we opted for a 5 AM departure time. Pancakes, sausage, and fruit filled the fuel tanks. By starting early, we would miss the first few rest stops, and that was fine as long as we had a solid head start on the weather. What we didn’t count on was the first four stops to be vacant. Thirty four miles later, with a few roadside water, granola bars, and saddle breaks, along with some Trident, we were in Lennox. The grocery store had a few bikes in front, and more importantly the promise of a bathroom. We commiserated with fellow riders about the absence of the SAG wagon and open rest stops. LeAnn and I had ridden ahead and missed David at Lennox so we rode on, passing on the 9:30 AM walking tacos they were setting up in the park. Worthing was eight miles ahead and there just had to be a food stop there right? One lone port-a-potty in a church parking lot was all that welcomed us. I recognized a rider from last year, Casey, and struck up a simple, “How are you doing?” conversation. As we headed out, he rode alongside and asked if he could join us. Being a strong rider, we welcomed him into our duo draft line with open arms. Soon we added another fellow, who from then on was referred to as Windy Day Mike, and the four of us fought for the last 21 miles. One water stop about 7 miles outside of Beresford was the only official stop we encountered. I was completely maxed out. Not a bit of energy left, secretly wondering how I was ever going to make five more days of this. With some fresh water, new sticks of gum, we plunged onward. Somehow we made those last miles. Arriving in Beresford, we sprawled out in the shady grass and sighed. A couple of granola bars washed down with a cold Gatorade, and I felt somewhat normal again. The hunger shakes were gone. David rode into camp not long after. With tents up and showers complete, the daze we were in earlier seemed to pass. We agreed on supper at The Dark Horse, which was featuring Chicken Alfredo and Peach Cobbler. It was part of an old train depot and had a lot of character. Food delicious, air conditioning fabulous, and soft couch wondrous. Returning to camp, I found my tent in the full sun, creating my own personal oven. I opted for the picnic shelter with Wi-Fi and laptops. First post on Facebook was one of shear survival. As the sun went down, though the tent was hot, I was too tired to complain. Alarms set for 4 and egg bake at 5. Day one, 73 miles logged.

Day two Beresford to Brandon. LeAnn awoke to a flat tire, but with just a smidge of manly assistance, she changed the tire. I watched. The Newton Hills area had its moments. A grand descent which offered a 30+ mph thrill, ended abruptly with a set of rumble bars at the bottom, mere feet from the ascent. One moment the hill was our best friend, a second later, the honeymoon was over and it had transformed itself into a commanding, steep incline. Gears were moving! The shade of the Newton Hills was refreshing. My rest stop routine had been established, port-a-potty, water, food, sunscreen, port-a-potty (always the first and last thing I do at each stop). The Novartis Company, which creates plant based immunization for livestock, hosted our next stop near Larchwood. We were first greeted with a fruit and hydration station- I love the sound of that-followed by a great burger/brat lunch. The bathroom truck had AC! Definitely the best stop on the entire Tour. A close second though was the Manley Corner rest stop just 14 miles down the road, a tire store, recently renovated with lovely AC, comfy waiting room chairs, and an impressive six foot cross with the words, “For the Glory of God” in large oak letters. Friendly tire folks were shaking their heads wondering what would posses someone to be biking out in this heat. I’m going with the grace of the good Lord as my reason. I surely could never accomplish this feat on my own. We arrived in Brandon, the blazing sun directly overhead with 63 miles behind us. More than a dozen food vendors were set up. We could eat to our heart’s content. Our tents were set up in a wooded area behind the park, though air movement was nearly non-existent. Not much time spent in camp the remaining afternoon hours. I estimate my interior tent temperature at 110 or higher. The shower shuttle also catered to other locations. I took them up on a ride to the Catholic church for 6:00 Mass. I opted for yogurt and an apple to settle my topsy turvy stomach that night. A Sioux Falls band, the Hegg Brothers, was on stage for our listening pleasure. Joe and Robin, friends from last year, came for the music, and we enjoyed a little gab fest. Tomorrow would be our 100 mile ride. Sleep would be crucial.

Day three Brandon to Marshall. 4 AM wake up call. I heard the sudden whoosh of air as LeAnn opened the valve on her air mattress and smiled as I did the same. Such a laundry list of Tour specific sounds: mattress pumps buzzing, tent zippers, plastic bags crumpling, quiet mutterings, moans of stiff bodies crawling out of tents. Our breakfast was hosted by the Hockey Association and by 5:20 we were pedaling. Being ahead of schedule meant that the Pipestone lunch stop was upon us about 9:30. Rather strange to be eating pulled pork at that time of day, but our stomachs demanded refueling. By the time Lake Benton greeted us, the temps were soaring into the 90’s. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed a chocolate milk and frozen Snickers as much as that day. I had ridden into town with Dennis McDermott, a retired teacher from Aberdeen, and was trying to meet up with LeAnn and Dave. I must have missed them at the corner, so I decided to venture ahead on my own and spotted Father Jim and Mark. I pedaled up and asked if we could form a trio. Great conversation with these two men. In Russell, I hooked up with my riding partners again and we made it the rest of the way to Marshall. The heat had started to take its toll on me. I was feeling it. At the Marshall Middle School, I ran cool water over my wrists, splashed my face and stood in front of the fan for some relief. Nothing could have sounded sweeter than the words Dave spoke when I came outside. “We’ve been invited to spend the night in a fellow’s basement a few blocks away!” Tim Boyd, a State Farm agent and TdK volunteer, opened his home to us. Our odometers read between 97 and 98 miles, so taking the long way out of the parking lot, we toured a bit of the neighborhood in order to see the 99.9 roll its way to 100 – my first Century Ride! Tim and his wife Kathy’s hospitality was one heavenly gift. Talk about being at the right place at the right time. We showered, lounged in his Man Cave, let our bodies absorb the AC, and shook our heads repeatedly in wonder at how fortunate we were at that moment. Marshall’s pasta feed was delicious, a stop at the Bike Shop proved successful too, as I acquired a sleeveless floral biking top. Tim’s generosity didn’t cease, he even offered to launder our sweaty biking clothes! A fine Tour day.

Day Four-Marshall to Watertown. Having just completed a 100 mile day, the thought of doing 95 miles the very next day was too much. We agreed to take advantage of the SAG wagon for a jump start into Ivanhoe. The rain started as we loaded our bikes onto the trailer. The black ominous clouds were upon us quickly as we headed west. The thunder and lighting came too. There were about 80 riders on the highway when the storm blew in. We watched from the comfort and safety of the Suburban in amazement as bikers sought shelter in farmhouses along the way. Pickups and campers pulled to the side of the road to provide aid to the drenched cyclers. When we arrived in Ivanhoe, we found the hallways covered with blankets and towels. Bikers shivering cold and soaked to the skin. Never have I felt luckier to be warm and dry, so grateful not to have been out in that dreadful weather. The volunteers had the most delectable caramel rolls, which were snatched up rapidly. Listening to the tales of those who survived the elements, I was more and more convinced that Divine Intervention was at work. Father Jim and Mark had found refuge at a farm house, sitting on the deck, using a grill cover as rain gear. Bikers sat shivering with towels wrapped over their shoulders trying to dry out. The TdK staff gave a few updates, noting that once all the riders were off the road between Marshall and Ivanhoe, they’d announce a plan for the remaining ride. Conflicting reports were coming in regarding the weather in Canby, 19 miles away, some said rain was heavy, and others reporting the worst seemed to have passed. Dave opted for bicycle power, and LeAnn and I settled with the, “There’s a fellow with a pickup willing to shuttle us” route. Canby’s Cattleman’s Association had warm tender beef sandwiches. We may have felt a slight tinge of guilt indulging in such fine fare, after a ride in the truck, when others had pedaled there, but it passed after the first bite. We took a little harassment from our house mate David, whom we had become acquainted with at Tim’s, but all in good fun. We were warned about the treacherous hills going into Clear Lake. The reports were not a bit overrated. What seemed to be hill after hill loomed ahead, and the winds worked against us too. It was 5:00 before we ended up in Watertown. It turned out to be a Family Reunion event, as Dave’s wife, LeAnn’s husband, and Ron, Tyler, and Hannah all came to the Redlin Center to take in the TdK camp site. We enjoyed good company, Applebee’s savory food, and topped it off with McDonald’s ice cream. Only 55 miles today, but well earned.

Day 5 Watertown to DeSmet 60 miles. After a peaceful night at the Redlin Center, we were re-energized. With a short day in front of us, we opted to sleep in until 5 and grab a bite about 6. It was my turn to wake up to a flat tire though. Luckily the guys at Harlan’s Bike Shop were ready to assist. Kevin gave a little play by play for me as he changed the tire. My valve stem had been a bit too tight and the tube was damaged. I think I’m ready to have a hand in the actual tire changing routine now. I’d rather practice a few times in the comfort of my own garage before tackling the job on the side of the road though. The tire business didn’t take long at all and once I finished my HyVee breakfast burrito, we were ready. We took a few side roads out of town and ended up on a beautiful new blacktop. Cool temps in the 60’s, little wind, and all was right in the world. We had great rest stops and a super lunch at Lake Norden. We pulled into DeSmet in the early afternoon, found an open shower right at the park, and even had time for an afternoon nap. Great breeze drifting through the tent. Woke up hungry and refreshed. Father Jim was saying Mass at 5:30, and it was just a block away. We met up with David and walked downtown for lasagna, which turned out to be goulash, but oh well. The ice cream social at the park made up for it. Our perfect night’s sleep was interrupted by a loud crew pulling into camp at 11:30, way past a biker’s bedtime. They were having a good time, unfortunately only ten feet from my tent. Once they settled down, I was out a good hour of sleep. Dang!

Day 6 DeSmet to Dell Rapids – 84 mile final ride. We started out early anxious to find our way home. The Howard stop was a filling one, eggs, sausage and fruit. Canova was to be our next stop promising pie, but we missed a turn, and continued east in error. Ken, a rider from Canada, had joined us in our detour. We talked to a farmer and determined we could find County Road 52 if we continued on a few miles and took the next tar road south. It worked and we met up with some bikers at Orland. A couple of guys recognized us as the foursome who went off course. They had tried to alert us, but their voices lost in the breeze apparently. We turned out fine though, actually saved two miles in the long run. No pie, but as Ma Ingalls says, “Alls well that ends well.”  The Chester Prom Committee met us along the side of the road with subs and goodies. Only 17 miles remaining, a 12 mile ride, then 5 into Dell Rapids. I ventured off from the group after a big hill climb and ended up on my own for a bit. Soon I caught up to a biker, a psychiatrist from Argentina, now a Pierre resident. Oh the people one meets along the way. A short chat with this gentleman helped the miles tick away. I actually skipped the last stop and soon saw a sign noting 3 miles to Dell Rapids. I could do that! The park was a welcome site. I was right back where I started 6 days earlier. Off that bike. It wasn’t long at all and LeAnn and Dave pulled in. A few high-fives and a shower and we were on I-29 northbound to Webster. What a feeling! All the not so great moments, the stressful miles in the wind, aching muscles, unbearably tender backside, and unpleasant conditions seem to fade, soon overlooked by the shining memories of a successful Tour de Kota. SD’s beautiful rolling hills, fields painted in dozens of shades of green, the early morning coolness, good people, wonderful stories, kind hearted strangers, and delicious food, all lead me to think I’ll be here again next year.

David, LeAnn, and I after a delicious rest stop in Clear Lake.

Germany - Day Ten- Final Thoughts

The photo is from last night's farewell party. The first photo is our whole group and the photo on the right is Claudi's family with Tyler and I.

I slept in a bit, ran at 7:30 my last time around the loop. I made this jaunt each day to keep myself in check. I'm glad I did, it felt good each morning to accomplish the task. Claudia and I ate our mueslix and yogurt on the terrace, one more recipe I'm taking home. We met at the Hiking Club to caravan. Once at the airport security gate, I couldn't believe how quickly the tears flowed as the hugs started. Claudia had to say goodbye to Adrian who would be traveling back to Webster with us to spend the summer. Lots of emotions running high this moment. The flight to Amsterdam was a bit delayed, so we took off on a dead run to catch our plane. They were boarding already, but we were fine. Just relieved to get in our seats. The rest of the trip home was uneventful, once again, all the luggage arrived. This whole trip has been wonderful. The language barrier was not an issue as most of the people we met spoke English. I was impressed at how many people asked if I would return one day and if I enjoyed my stay. Another point that I noticed was how much value there is in learning English and prefecting it through experiences with Americans. This is important to the Germans I met. Claudia and I were a perfect fit. I so enjoyed her beautiful home, her friendship, family, and company. I am hopeful this trip is an option when Hannah is seventeen. I would love to join her and bring Ron as well on this trip of a lifetime. As the saying goes, "Friends Forever". This is a sincere wish of the Dewangen Friendship Club members. I am so thankful for this amazing opportunity.

Germany - Day Nine

The first photo is the castle we toured and the second is Tyler and I in front of the castle.

Our final touring day. When we first arrived, I never dreamt I'd feel as close as I do towards our Dewangen hosts. I knew I'd be impressed with the castles and sights, but the added bonus is the new friendships that I've developed. Such a warm feeling in my heart. I only hope we can treat the group that comes to Webster with as much hospitality, kindness, and generosity. Today we went to the Castle Hohenzollern, which was actually built in the 1800's as a tourist draw. It was used by various kings as a retreat home and office over the years. It was a thrill to see the display of suits of armor, china, goblets, a crown with a saphhire the size of a walnut, and diamonds bigger than I've ever seen, medals, and other treasures of the monarchies which ruled this area of Prussia. As I walked from room to room, I tried to picture the scenes of day to day life. We ate our picnic lunch at the base of the hill in perfect view of the castle. The hit was a candy bar similar to a KitKat called a Duplo. Tonight would be a late night, our farewell party at the Tennis Club. Herman grilled burgers and we feasted again on potluck dishes and lots of chocolate pretzel treats scattered along the tables. We enjoyed a photo show of all the pics taken over these past days. Many great memories. The students were good sports in a few party games. They had to eat a marshmallow chocolate with no hands. Before I knew it, I too was part of the eating contest. I did not do so well and was unable to finish. Luckily it went unnoticed though. They ended the night with a fierce game of Musical Chairs. The goodbyes began that night as Tony and Herman would not be joining us at the airport. Genuine tears of gratitude and friendship were shared by many. Last night of German sleeping.

Germany - Day Eight

Monday 6-20-2011
A most delightful day. I ran at six, expecting to depart for the amusement park at 8, but was pleasantly surprised with a morning message from Claudia that Monika had proposed a last minute alternate venue for the ladies. A day in town to shop, have lunch, and relax. Hmm a day filled with lines for roller coasters or ladies day. Hands down, an easy decision was made. Chris and I both wanted to shop for some chocolate to take home. We spent a few hours in Aalen, browsed the shops, went to the grocey store, and had a superb lunch together. I had the maultaschen served within a scrambled egg, another version, just as delicious. We stopped in a newer church that features the artwork of a priest, Seiger Koder. The Stations of the Cross, were striking, full of vibrant colors. Another holy site. We topped off our day with coffee and chocolate at Claudia's. I indulged in a nap while Claudia prepared the dough for the French version of pizza and crepes. The entire group was coming to her home for a meal tonight. The students arrived with smiles and many roller coaster stories. This was the only day we spent apart from the kids, but I was totally comfortable at this point going our separate ways. Everyone had a great day where they were. After lots of pizza and crepes, the kids played foosball and then went to Sandi's for a movie. Our days together are drawing to a close.

Germany - Day Seven

Sunday 6-19-2011
We were off for a ferry boat ride into Austria. I kept thinking of the Von Trapp children in The Sound of Music. Lindau was about two hours away. What another lovely setting, Lake Constance, huge with many glorious mountain ranges surrounding it, is on the southern German border between Switzerland and Austria. We could see the Alps from both countries. I would have loved to hike a bit, but the group was content with a steep 5 minute walk to a viewing area. The clouds were working on putting a thunderstorm together, but only a few sprinkles developed. Following the boat ride and hike, we walked down to a new opera stage which was on a floating dock. It is actually a huge scuplture, about 30 feet high of a young boy in the water. His hand stuck out of the water and he appeared with a large book, which also made up part of the stage. Interesting. As we ventured back, we stopped for a cup of coffee at a sidewalk cafe and somehow Monika was separated from the group. We realized she was missing, sent Fidel and Tony out on a search mission. It was nearly an hour before she was discovered waiting for the group by the vehicle. Apparently, she was watching the ducks, and missed the group heading into the cafe. "Alls well that ends well", as Ma Ingalls would say. That night, the group was going out for a special chicken dinner, but Claudia offered to cook another traditional Swabian dish, spaetzla, a special noodle dish at home instead. I gladly took her up on the kind offer. Her son Timo demonstrated how to cut the batter into thin strips right into boiling water. The noodles cook rapidly and float to the surface. The more modern technique is to use a utensil similar to a potato ricer, which creates uniform round noodles. We feasted on the cheesy noodles. I watched carefully, took notes and would like to attempt this dish at home. My pasta loving kids would devour this! A tasty salad, great wine and wonderful company made this meal perfect. We took a stroll around the neighborhood after supper. Later, it was reported that I missed the best chicken anyone has ever eaten, but I'd say I did fine on my end too.

Germany - Day Six

The photo is of the monestary we visited near Nordlingen.

Saturday 6-18-20111
Off to Nordlingen, the only city remaining with a complete city wall still intact. Our tour guide was an American, and she and I visited between her "talking points". The city has a love for swine due to an incident where an enemy planning to invade had bribed a guard to leave a gate open, but a maiden heard a pig in the night, went out to investigate and discovered the open gate. Her cries awoke the townspeople and prevented the attack. There are ceramic pigs of every color and design at nearly every shop's entrance. The cobblestone streets were lined with shops and cafes. The students were treated to McDonald's for lunch and were going on to an indoor pool to swim for the afternoon. Tony offered to take Chris and I to a nearby monestary, actually where Fidel's uncle lives as a monk. It was absolutely stunning. Gold plated paintings covered the ceiling. The many side altars reminded me of the Basilica in DC. Kneeling in prayer there was a special moment. Back in Dewangen, I went to Tony's with Chris to catch a quick nap, and then I was also able to go to Mass with Tony and Lilly. Although in German, I could definitely follow the Mass parts, recognizing the Gloria, Holy Holy, Lord's Prayer, and Lamb of God. Several of the hymns had a familiar tune as well. It was a Mass I will always remember. At home, we ate a delicious meal of pasta, shrimp and cream sauce. Later, we attended the Midsummer Festival at the Hiking Club, complete with a bonfire. One more splendid German day.