Day 23 - The Bicycle Oasis

I can't say the ride from Leonati to Bazine, KS was particularly thrilling.  The three of us benefitted from less wind, so it wasn't as stressful or strenuous, but it was no more or less scenic than previous days.  Let's fast-forward to our campsite, shall we?

 

It was indeed an oasis.  Showers and laundry.  We camped in her (Elaine's) backyard.  

It was indeed an oasis.  Showers and laundry.  We camped in her (Elaine's) backyard.  

The Oasis is a house, where Elaine and her husband decided to set up shop as a B&B for all the cyclists they saw pedalling by over the years.  If I recall, they have been in operation since 1979.  

Hey, Anderson Bourell, you'll love this one: Elaine gave me some charcoal pills when she heard I was feeling unwell.  Unclear whether they helped, or not, but the McDeath did begin to subside at the Oasis. 

The Oasis, nice and needed as it was, was a bit weird.  I suppose us 3 young guys just weren't used to being around many people, let along two old folks who liked to chat.  They might not have got the fact that we had just put in a 160km day through the wind and popcorn-fart fields, and had probably passed 20 words between the 3 of us during that time. 

The group prayer in the morning was also weird.  WEIRD.  REAL WEIRD.   

PS: I guess the day's journey wasn't that uneventful: 

 

We passed many of these oversized loads going through Kansas.  I think they were building Megatron.

We passed many of these oversized loads going through Kansas.  I think they were building Megatron.

Chris (left), and Alex (right).  Tired, but looking off to the horizon for more adventures.

Chris (left), and Alex (right).  Tired, but looking off to the horizon for more adventures.

Happy Memorial Day, America!  This weekend was tough.  Most everything was closed from Saturday through Monday.  We subsisted on gas station foods and lots of Gatorade.  It was an unpleasant experience while dealing with the McDeath.  This pic was taken during our last stop before hitting up the Oasis.  We made friends with a nice old couple who were having a picnic out on some random picnic table, kind of like us. It is hard to gauge from my photos, but everyone in Kansas is at least 60 years old.  Seriously.  Young people were seen few and far between along our route.  Many towns were deserted, and the ones that weren't didn't see the dust unsettled by the shuffling of geriatrics. 

Happy Memorial Day, America!  This weekend was tough.  Most everything was closed from Saturday through Monday.  We subsisted on gas station foods and lots of Gatorade.  It was an unpleasant experience while dealing with the McDeath.  This pic was taken during our last stop before hitting up the Oasis.  We made friends with a nice old couple who were having a picnic out on some random picnic table, kind of like us.

It is hard to gauge from my photos, but everyone in Kansas is at least 60 years old.  Seriously.  Young people were seen few and far between along our route.  Many towns were deserted, and the ones that weren't didn't see the dust unsettled by the shuffling of geriatrics.