
Well, I've taken my last serious vacation of the year, and it was quite an undertaking! We were off to a bit of a rocky start from the beginning, when I lost my wallet on the drive out. I couldn't believe it, nothing like that kind of obstacle to test your spirit. But it was nice to visit with some family on the way, we saw my Aunt Joanie and Uncle Denny in Nebraska, and my uncle Craig in Omaha. Then we headed to the start town (Sargeant Bluff) and met up with Wade and his family. It was great to spend some time catching up with old friends, and it was certainly an omen of things to come.
Dave and I started on Ragbrai bright and early -- actually not even that bright yet -- on Sunday morning. The camping and humidity were tougher than I expected (one of the running themes of our trip was trains everywhere, who knew??), but the actual ride was really satisfying. I think that the Iowa countryside is at least as beautiful as Colorado, very lush and green, with farms stretching as far as the eye can see. All the riders were organized and polite, so despite the traffic I never felt tense. Well, it would have been nice if my chain would have stayed on my bike, but let's chalk that up to more bad luck.
The first day was a 55 mile ride, and around mile 40 I started to notice some pain in my knees. As time went on it grew more intense in my right knee, and we actually stopped at a first aid station to put some ice on it for a while. By the time we made it to our stopping point, cleaned up and left for dinner, I was limping pretty badly. Some Advil loosened it up again, but I was out of the running for day 2.
It turns out this was a wise choice, since Day 2 was 80 miles with lots of steep hills and headwinds. But Wade, Travis and Dave all pulled through like champs.
The third day was a 75 mile ride into the Des Moines area, so I made another go at it. Dave and I had a great ride together for the first 25 miles, and even stopped for some of "Grandma's homemade cinnamon rolls" along the way. I started feeling my knee again, and favoring my left leg. By mile 35 I was done. Miraculously, my luck got a jump start because this was the first time I had seen the sag wagon, and it drove right by me! I was able to flag it down, load up my bike, and ride in relief to Waukee where I met up again with Dad and Dave. Dad bought me a brat with mustard, and it was so good I could physically feel my luck taking a turn.
My Ragbrai adventure had drawn to a close after 90 miles. Unfortunately we were to miss the century ride of a 100 mile day (too bad), a downpour that forced campers to evacuate to a local high school (bummer), and Lance Armstrong (but he did look sexy on the news).
We spent the next two days in Des Moines with my dad and stepmom, eating out and generally goofing off. Thursday afternoon we decided to head down to Kanas City to visit my brother and his fiance Lori in their new house, with their new puppy. Apparently Dave had never been to KC, so it was a new adventure!

Our first acts of tourism were to visit the Plaza, and the Nelson Atkins Museum, which has one of my favorite works of sculpture, Shuttlecocks, on the grounds. That night we went out for some authentic barbeque at Jack Stack, which I'm learing is a pretty well known place. My favorite, however, was Sheridan's frozen custard, where I insisted on a return visit because my blend of graham crackers, marshmellow creme and hot fudge in vanilla custard was a force to be reckoned with.
Our last day there we beat the heat by playing video games and card games. I demonstrated my skills at Tetris, such as they are, and the girls showed the guys who's boss at Euchre.
Eventually it was time to leave KC, but one more treat was waiting for us -- my friend Amanda lives in Lawrence, and we were able to drop in a see her new baby Rowan, only 4 weeks old. All in all, the trip couldn't have been more different than my expectations, but I got some quality time with my family and that always takes the cake. More photos
here, if you like (click on "slideshow" for best effect).