On Friday night, me, mommy, and Nanny Jenny drove to Dyersville, Iowa (home of the Field of Dreams) to see daddy and spend his last night on the route with him. After biking over 400 miles, daddy had only 57 to go in his bike ride across Iowa. I had a good time sleeping in the RV with daddy, mommy, Uncle Mike, Nanny Jenny, and Soren's dad Jason (Soren is my "twin", the boy who was born two hours before me in the next room at the hospital). Daddy decorated the RV with pink Sophie balloons and a string of green lightsticks. To make it just perfect, daddy put the Sophie mix on the ipod, including my iconic "City of New Orleans." It was the best camping trip I've been on! OK, it was the only camping trip I've ever been on, but I'm ready to try it again. The next day, after daddy left on his bike to finish the trip, mommy and Jenny and I visited the actual Field of Dreams!
The tradition on RAGBRAI is to dip your back tire in the starting spot (often the Missouri River, this time the Rock River) and dip your front tire in the Mississippi. Here's daddy finishing the trip in the Great River. He says that he's never been so happy to see the Mighty Miss. It's always an impressive sight, but is a particularly inspiring, spiritual experience when your legs are burning, your back and neck are on fire from being bent at a 45 degree angle for 7 days, and
your hands are numb from gripping the handlebars. After 477 miles of delicately balancing your very sore rear onto a few square inches of leather, you pass the last bend in the road to see the muddy Miss stretched out before you in all its amazing glory. A soaring run down a steep bluff into town is all that remains between a week of endurance exercise and a soothing wade in America's Great River.
Daddy promised me that he'll take me on RAGBRAI when I'm older. I can't wait!
The tradition on RAGBRAI is to dip your back tire in the starting spot (often the Missouri River, this time the Rock River) and dip your front tire in the Mississippi. Here's daddy finishing the trip in the Great River. He says that he's never been so happy to see the Mighty Miss. It's always an impressive sight, but is a particularly inspiring, spiritual experience when your legs are burning, your back and neck are on fire from being bent at a 45 degree angle for 7 days, and
your hands are numb from gripping the handlebars. After 477 miles of delicately balancing your very sore rear onto a few square inches of leather, you pass the last bend in the road to see the muddy Miss stretched out before you in all its amazing glory. A soaring run down a steep bluff into town is all that remains between a week of endurance exercise and a soothing wade in America's Great River.Daddy promised me that he'll take me on RAGBRAI when I'm older. I can't wait!
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Congratulations to Sophie's dad on completion of the RAGBRAI! Nanny Jenny and Uncle Mike loved being with you Sophie and I can't wait to see you! We will have great fun :)
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