Today (Monday) was harder in several ways than yesterday. The ride was longer (about 77 miles on the odometer), steeper climb (about 5,000 feet of climbing, instead of yesterday’s 3,700), and it rained for most of the afternoon. But, don’t cry for me, Argentina, or any other foreign countries. I have a Cry America policy.
While a little rain did fall into my life, I did sign up for it. So, no complaints from me. So many good things happened today.
Then I got to hang out with the largest bull in Iowa. 1,050 pounds.
But the highlight of the day was the team pie-eating effort. After being shut out for most of the day, we alighted upon Prescott, Iowa, and a tent with an incredible array of home made pies. If I were by myself, like the day before, I would have been unable to maximize the opportunity. Today, my teammates were there to share the load.
We were the very model of teamwork. And, we kicked molasses.
10 pie varieties:
There is no “I” in team, but there is an “I” in pie. And a team in Iowa. More on my team tomorrow.
P.S. Last night I got a last minute reprieve and got to sleep in a bed at the home of our wonderful hosts, after all. Tonight, I think my luck has run out. It’s ok. No complaints.