Well yesterday we crossed the Mississippi River into Iowa. We left Bedford, MA on Father's day and have been on the road since then. It seems like a big deal to me to cross the Mississippi -- I know I have crossed it before in a car, but I don't remember really looking at it.
Although I believe it is down from the drought, it is still formidable.
It's been an adventure with all sorts of people and places (If you want, check out the blog.) but I think the thing that keeps coming back to me is how it really is a day at a time -- one pedal stroke at a time.
It has been a rough few days. We have done many miles and it has been 100 degrees out and we have had a vicious headwind. We are taking a much needed rest day tomorrow in Wilton, IA. It will give us a day to heal our saddle sores and catch up on the blog and all.
Some days, it feels like such a long way to ride, but if I keep in the moment and remember that I can only do what is right in front of me at that time, I do better.
I think my dad would be proud of me.

