6:07 ST
13.9 avg
That average indicates what our day consisted of - hills. That saddle time? We can do 100 miles at home in less time than that.
The day started early and beautiful.
The road out of Atoka was fairly flat with a nice shoulder and no traffic. Of course it was 6:30 in the morning. We stopped at Coalgate for a break and talked with a lady there whose family has a cabin near Dillon. Small world.
Out of Coalgate it started to get hilly and hot. And squeaky. We developed a very annoying squeak and stopped to check it out. And this little (about 5" across) guy was alongside the road.
Yup, we think that's a tarantula.
(We still haven't figured out the squeak.)
At Ada we were at 50 miles and thought a Subway sandwich would be great, (along with the air conditioning to cool down our core temps) but there was no Subway. When we came upon Pizza Hut, that worked. After all, we'd just met the mileage criteria, right?
And one NEVER leaves pizza behind! That's our dinner for tonight.
I can describe the ride from Ada to Seminole in one word. Ok, two: hilly and hard. Those 36 miles were tough, more for me than for Gerry. (Ok, so I'm not as macho as I thought.)
This is my ditty for the day: (to the tune of "Oklahoma!)
Oklahoma!
Where the hills never ever seem to end.
Up and down,
Again and again.
You'll be the death of me yet!
Oklahoma!
You're green and so pretty thus far.
And if I ever
Do come back.
You can bet it will be in a car!
When it's 30+ miles between towns, you just sit where you land.
When we got to our room, I laid down on the bed and promptly went to sleep - all sweaty and dirty.
We were so blessed today with good weather. Yesterday's forecast had said there would be building thunderstorms all along the way with high percentages of precipitation. They didn't materialize until after we got here. We did have a nice headwind up from Ada, but the shade from the cloud cover was the trade-off.
If I had a dollar for every white pick-up I've seen the last couple days, I'd ship Bob and all he's carrying back home and stay in very nice hotels every night. It seems like 7 out of 10 pick-ups are white.
Names of the day: "Catfish Kettle Road", "Tishomingo" and "Bowlegs" (town)
Oh, I forgot to tell you about my heroic rescue yesterday! We were riding up to Antlers when we came upon a big turtle who seemed paralyzed with fear in the middle of the road. I couldn't bear the thought of him getting squished, so bravely rescued him.
Yeah, I know, if I was truly brave I would've picked it up. But I know those things can bite and scratch. This was sufficient.
Please pray for tomorrow. More hills. In fact, it looks like it's hills all the way into Kansas.
In His strength,
P@
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