Mood:  hungry

Super 8 Motels have a breakfast of sorts, but is wasn't much:  cereal, juice and coffee. 

This being Sunday, I started down the road with the thought that the Lord would bring me to the church of His choice.  Today it was the Church of the Nazarene in Harrisonville.  I parked my bike out front and walked inside.  Two men were fiddling with a laptop computer, and I asked if it were okay to worship there today, dressed in my bright bicycle shirt and shorts?  Of course, they said.  The one young man was the pastor of the church.  As we compared notes, I mentioned that I was from Everett, Washington.  He was born and raised in Marysvile, Washington, a town a few miles north of Everett.  He had moved to Harrisonville five years ago.  Small world.

In every church I have visited, the congregation has been friendly and welcoming.  This group, however, raised the bar, and were the most engaging group that I have encountered during my travels.  The service was nice, and by 10:45 AM I was on the road.  I needed to eat.  A Burrito restaurant fit the bill.

For some reason, I just didn't have the energy today.  Maybe it was a carryover from the long day yesterday.  Maybe I hadn't eaten right.  Maybe it was the late start.  Probably it was all three.  But today's bicycling was work.  Of course, it was 96 degrees again, but I lacked stamina for some reason.  Nevertheless, I did arrive in Clinton.  I felt like there was a little child sitting on my shoulder saying over and over "Are we there yet?"

The road from Harrisonville to Clinton had an eight foot shoulder.  Some difference from Kansas.

It is funny how a shower makes all the difference in the world.  I was ready to conquer the world again.  I had to settle for conquering the Country Kitchen Restaurant.

Tomorrow would be the start of the Katy Trail.  On the fourth day, Thursday, I will meet Diana Oleskevich at the eastern trailhead, and follow her to their home in St. Louis.  Karen and I met Jim and Diana Oleskevich at a charity auction in Seattle two years ago.  They are avid bicyclers, so they were interested in my plans for this cross country trip.  They said that if I go through on the Katy Trail, they would like meet me on the Trial and escort me to their home.  So that is what will be happening.

Will McMahan