|Pre-ride showers and angry looking skies|
I rolled out about 10 minutes later than normal and the sky didn't look too bad. I rolled through downtown and then, not knowing the exact time, I decided to kick in some higher gears and I sped on down the street to the meeting spot. There I found Mike waiting and he told me I made it with 10 minutes to spare.
Just about time to go, then my phone rang. It was Dave, new to the area and new to riding gravel. He wanted to meet up with us and give this gravel travel a try. Soon he was in the lot and unloading his rig, so we waited and left a few minutes later than usual, but that was okay. I figured we would have a chill pace and not push it too hard to make sure we didn't scare Dave off by being too hardcore. Besides, it looked iffy to the Northeast, but I figured it would pass on by before we got there.
We rolled out with a lot of chatter and things were going smoothly when I felt a few drops on my forehead and arms. Hmmm........we might get a little wet, but I was sure we wouldn't melt!
|The skies cleared and Dave & Mike roll onward.|
The roads have deteriorated to the point where the gravel has decayed to smaller size or dust in many spots. The tires of vehicles have crushed it down further and swept many nice, clean tracks now. However; there is also a lot more wash boarding, which caught us out a couple of times and rattled us and our bikes pretty severely. Although the showers left us quickly and allowed for a ride, we really need the rain. An all day, slow and steady rain, because the area is getting pretty dried up again, like last year.
This was Dave's initiation to gravel riding. It also was one of the first times he had gotten out in the country to see Iowa up close and personal. He's from Duluth, Minnesota, so I figured that it may be a bit hard to impress him, since, you know- they have Lake Superior and a great wooded back yard with tons of beauty that is stunning. I've been up that way a few times, so I realized that going into this ride. Maybe Dave wouldn't think much of it.
|The corn is just starting to dry out .|
|Plenty of color in the fields yet. Soon these trees will start turning as well.|
|Waiting for the Holsteins to cross.|
Then we came upon a herd of cattle being ushered across the road ahead of us. Holstein Friesian dairy cows are nervous Nellys and they don't like sudden movements or strange folk. I knew all this from having been around them and being taught about them by my Grandfather who had milked several herds of these cattle in his lifetime. I asked Dave and Mike to stop about 70 yards away and wait so we wouldn't spook them.
The cattle soon passed on and we took off again down the now ever dustier roads. Whatever moisture dropped earlier that morning did not make much of a dent into the dry, cracked earth.
|Classic "three track" gravel road.|
|Still a lot of these yellow flowers in the ditches.|
|Barns For Jason|