One of the leaders is responsible for driving our support
van every day, and today that leader was me. It was a bit of a hectic morning –
Rachael was the latest victim to the pesky stomach bug being passed around
while Sarah struggled once again with a mysterious food allergy. After they
were able to move away from the porcelain throne, we bumped over to the local
clinic where the attending physician (either Dr. Coon or Dr. Dabbs….) was
wearing superman socks with little capes on them. The ladies are both doing great now,
obviously.
A typical park job.
For those on the bike today this ride was the toughest yet,
both mentally and physically. The morning’s roads were bumpy, even graveled for
a time, while the afternoon’s trek was boring, (head) windy, and extremely hot.
However, almost all of our riders made it into the host on schedule today, and
I couldn’t be more proud of the team.
We are being hosted by a canoe company in Clarksdale, Mississippi. The town is home to the crossroads where Robert Johnson is said to have sold his soul to the devil to attain his astounding blues guitar talents. (Our laundromat was conveniently located right by the site!) Our host contact, Chris (or “Wolfy”, as he’s known by the local kids), was a part of the first SC2SC route in 2009! The site is a little oasis from the Mississippi heat: simple yet functional, just like Bike & Build! Our room is almost Granola with an infusion of Guatemala (or so I imagine) with its hammocks and knick-knacks strewn everywhere, quaint outdoor showers, and beautifully overgrown vines bordering the small windows.
We are being hosted by a canoe company in Clarksdale, Mississippi. The town is home to the crossroads where Robert Johnson is said to have sold his soul to the devil to attain his astounding blues guitar talents. (Our laundromat was conveniently located right by the site!) Our host contact, Chris (or “Wolfy”, as he’s known by the local kids), was a part of the first SC2SC route in 2009! The site is a little oasis from the Mississippi heat: simple yet functional, just like Bike & Build! Our room is almost Granola with an infusion of Guatemala (or so I imagine) with its hammocks and knick-knacks strewn everywhere, quaint outdoor showers, and beautifully overgrown vines bordering the small windows.
After lazing about on the hammocks and cushions for a bit,
we joined the local community for a lovely dinner of jambalaya and beverages. I
then headed over to the laundramat with “Laundry Crew” and saw a bit of town.
We drove by Ground Zero, said to be the best blues club in the country (hope to
get to stop by tonight!), as well as saw the less romantic part of town. It was
definitely one of the most impoverished areas that we’ve encountered, but every
single person we met went out of their way to be welcoming and helpful!
Sometimes you get what you expect.
Tomorrow holds 97.5 miles and a 115 degree heat index. Wish
us luck.
Rollin,
Lacy
P.S. Welcome home, Tristan!
Our host.
Rach and JD, cheesin'.
Me! At the Crossroads!
Beautiful music.
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