Arkansas back roads

Sue our Chef for lunch and Lon's wife.

OOpps, John and his puppy.  Couldn't resist this picture.

We have puppies to give away, see John and Susanna.

Paul Wilcox from New Jersey, and I rode together most of the day today.  This was a dam just outside of Arkadelphia.

Our legs were heavy, and not much good for anything, so its good we only had to go 87 miles and only 3500 feet of climbing.  I hurt the whole way.  Paul and I were the first ones to the motel today.  

Paul got a shot of me.  These Arkansas back roads were so scenic and clean.  We no longer had the road kill smell of Oklahoma.   If you didn't know you were in Arkansas, you would have thought you were in northern Wisconsin.  Except if you walk into the woods in Arkansas, you would find lizards and snakes and stuff.  Unlike the north woods.

Double pic, can't figure out how to delete it.

Paul & I hard at it.  Notice the same facial expression.  Something like, when is this going to end? :)

My bike looking up at me. As I go down the road.  I can still smile, but I do get alitte testy and moody.   So what I do is, I shorten my rest stops and lunch breaks, and ride on.  It helps me feel better, like I am going to get to the motel sooner, and get a break for my legs.   Right now, they feel like I can't flex them.  

We will walk to Cracker Barrel restaurant for dinner tonight, and walking is supposed to help them.  We walk every night to dinner, and so far, the walking effect is fair to poor.  I would just as soon have someone drive me.

Naaah really, its going just fine.  We're tired, and drawn, but hey, we are over 1800 miles into the trip, with a grand to go.

As my Dad always loved to say to me,  "When the go'in gets tough, the tough get go'in!"  So....I better keep moving on down the road.  One pedal stroke at a time.