Trouble is, we were hungry, and we didn't want oatmeal. We remembered eating at Denny's a few weeks ago, and how good it was. Denny's was in the opposite direction from where we planned to ride, but never mind: We went, we ate, we conquered. Cliff's getting pretty good at eating without his two front teeth. Then we backtracked, going past home to let two dogs relieve themselves and availing ourselves of the facilities, as well.
As a side note, that breakfast lasted us until we got home yesterday evening. We had our usual picnic along, but we weren't hungry!
We went through Richmond on highway 13, found a blacktop going east (K) and zigzagged around on various roads until we got to 65 highway, a couple of hours later.
We had never heard of Tinny Grove before.
Cliff always wonders why they leave these old barns to decay; why not burn them, or tear them down?
We left home with a full tank. With only a quarter-tank left, we had not seen a gas station in hours. None of the decaying little towns we'd passed through had a gas station. We saw very few vehicles on the back roads, which works out great because Cliff can gawk around without having to worry about holding up traffic. We went back to Highway 13, filled up the tank ($1.75 per gallon), and went on to Cameron to visit with my cousin, Gerald, and his wife. We had a full day of riding, getting back home around 6 PM (Cliff called in a paid personal day, so no work for him). Here's a two-minute video I took of the ride, with Arlo Guthrie singing our theme song.
