June 16th, Scott City, KS - Rush Center, KS
Day 23
On this day we woke up to our first spell of bad weather. A thunderous storm in Scott City woke us up at 5 am with lightning strikes and big ol fat rain crashing against the windows. However, we had a wonderful breakfast ahead of us and were ready to take on anything. We used the leftover sausage from the spaghetti the Jury’s made us the night before and cooked up some sausage burritos. Cameron claimed to be the master of folding burritos but he busted his wide open so we didn’t trust him with the rest.
We got started with the ride and began to feel the winds of Kansas. We rode the whole day with a head/cross wind coming at us at about 15 mph the whole day. We formed pace lines to help block the wind from each other, which was good practice but the wind was still smacking us in the face all day.
The terrain of Kansas is really quite humorous when you start looking at it. Cameron put it best when he said, “You know, Kansas looks like the drawing of a 2nd grader. You got some grass, maybe a small red barn, and you got the sky.” That is literally all it is. It would really be nice if it wasn’t for the wind. There are beautiful wheat fields and corn and you can see for miles, but the wind gets old fast.
Some of the interesting points of the day were stopping to eat lunch under the tree where George Washington Carver was buried. I remembered doing a report on him in elementary school and we all payed homage because he created peanut butter, which our group has consumed almost two large peter pan tubs of peanut butter thus far. So we are thankful for you GW Carver.
We finally finished in Rush Center but did not stay there for the night. We ended up driving a few miles to the next city to stay at the best western and eat some pizza hut. Five large pizzas among six guys. We called it “CARNAGE”. It was an epic feast that had terrible effects later on. But we had a good day of riding in honor of Albert, a Tennessee Tech Fiji whose Grandfather passed away from Alzheimer’s when he was young. Proud to ride for a fraternity brother and we are continuing to ride with good spirits and are thankful for how far God has taken us.
In His Adventure,
Chaz Vittitow
