Back in the Country

Today, we sauntered a little over eighteen miles down the road to Yorkville, IL with a brief stop in Plainfield, IL for a Starbucks. We’ve travelled eighty-eight miles in the last four days, and we’re going to take a rest day hear to get ready for a seventy mile, three day leg coming up shortly.

My head was down counting off steps as we crunched through the gravel on the shoulder for most of the day. I admit that I was probably paying far too much attention to where my legs attach to my body because it was beginning to feel like they might just pop off.  I can just imagine the sound. Crunch, crunch, crunch, POP, Crunch, POP, whumpphhh. That last little sound was me unceremoniously plopping onto the ground and looking around wondering why I was laying there with a pack on my back.

Anyway, it’s good to be back in the country, and Dad seems to be enjoying the scenery. You’d think we’d get tired of seemingly endless farms, but they’re all unique with their own beauty.

Dad Feeling Good About Being Back in the Country - Yorkville, IL

On a completely unrelated side note, I’m going to need a competent hair stylist when we get done with this little stroll. I’m beginning to look a bit like Bob Ross, and I don’t even have the perm. I’m also having trouble keeping my ball cap on my head.  The poofy hair that’s finally been allowed to stretch its follicles after twenty three years of Navy related suppression seems happiest without any constraints.  It just pops the cap off my head and sits up there on the top of my head and laughs at me. Taming this mop is going to take a professional.