Average speed: 11.8 mph
Vertical gain: 959 ft.
Current Elevation: 653 ft.
Today was an interesting day. It was hot, mid- 90s, but the winds were favorable, and the riding was not bad.
I was off the route, riding on Highway 24 East heading to Peru, which I had intended to get to yesterday, but did not. The shoulders were smooth, if not terribly wide, but there wasn’t a lot of traffic and it was mostly good.
Recall that almost all of the Adventure Cycling routes are on unnumbered, county roads. When I go off the route, such as today, riding on numbered roads, it’s a very different experience.
I did not leave the hotel until after 9 this morning. Being on the western edge of the time zone, it doesn’t get dark until 10. And I slept until 7:30 this morning, which really felt like 6:30. So it was a late start when I rode to breakfast, the same place I had dinner last night, less than a mile away.
After breakfast, I could not find my headphones. I could picture them in a dark corner of the TV stand in the room I had just checked out of, so I rode back to the motel. The headphones were not to be found.
I then unpacked my rear panniers, and of course the headphones were in a pocket of the pants I wore last night. Duh! There was a wasted 1.5 miles.
Lunch was at the delightful West Side Family Restaurant in Logansport. The waitress was able to confirm that the bridge on my route one block ahead was out, so I took the detour to the next bridge up the river and continued on my ride.
I arrived in the town of Peru at about 3:50, more than ready to check into a motel. There was only one near the center of town, according to Google, the Cole Porter Inn, which it ranked with only one star. I rode past it three times before I noticed the sign. It turns out that this is the birthplace of Cole Porter, but apparently is not a working inn.
This was dispiriting, to say the least. The nearest motel was now 4 miles away, in the wrong direction, the direction I had just come from. But there was nothing to do but start riding.
When I got to Business 34 South, I found my second closed bridge of the day. No choice but to keep going an extra 2 miles to 34 South, a limited access highway, for yet another 2 miles.
In all, I backtracked about eight miles before I finally got to the motel, a Best Western, where I am now.
To top it off, as I was pedaling down 34 South, I noticed lightning and thunder off to my left. Once again, I found myself pedaling as fast as I could to a motel. Ten minutes after I pulled in, the skies opened up. Another close call.
Unfortunately, the restaurant across the street is closed on Sunday evening, and there is no convenience store anywhere nearby. Dinner was at Pizza Quick, next door. I may pay for that tomorrow.
Tomorrow, I hope to go to Muncie Indiana, a distance of about 60 miles, almost all of which will be on a bike path. It should be a good day.