The word for today is hills. Lots of little hills. Up and down, repeat. I'm terrible at climbing hills, but I like them anyway. Especially if they aren't too long. The scenery once again was pleasant, but not spectacular. The route was nice. The weather comfortably warm.
Much of our route was the Adventure cycling, underground railroad route. We were going to veer off of it, but our motel ended up closer to the established route. We are a few miles out of Parsons.
We were attached by a pack of dogs - about 10. They weren't vicious, but they are a hazard for bikes, running in front of wheels and creating an unsafe situation. Ace spoke with one of the men at the location who said these were his in-laws dogs. His dogs are down the road and they won't come out of the yard, and indeed his dogs stayed in their yard and just barked a few times.
Tonight we are in a cute little motel outside the town of Parsons. It's an independent motel, and we can tell by the good condition of the rooms and the grounds that they care about their business. Laundry was done at a laundromat in Parsons, also very clean and kept up. Dinner was at a Chinese restaurant where there was a buffet that even had some sushi. There you have it, and good place to sleep, clean clothes, and full tummies.
47 miles | 2090 ele. gain | 10.8 avg
|One of the locals checking us out|
|This house was pretty large, must have been nice at one time.|
|Jo entering Saltillo|
|Saltillo. Not much happening here|
|Stuffed baked potato|
|Potato break at Willie's One Stop Bait shop in Saltillo|
|Not sure if this counts as a barn quilt.|
|They really know how to decorate their cemeteries.|
The flowers have been going on for a week or so now.
I guess for memorial day?
|This guy was big and not about to be put off by a few bikers.|
We left him alone
|Another water crossing. I can't remember the name of the river,|
but the Tennesse river is straight ahead.