RAGBRAI Dip Site

The traditional way to mark the end of the ride across Iowa is to dip your bike tire into the Mississippi River at the ending town.  Today I joined the crowd of bicyclists pushing their bikes towards the dip site in Clinton, Iowa, just so Lee could take a picture showing I was actually there.  All the hard work of the week pedaling from Sioux Center on the Missouri River to Clinton on the Mississippi River was finally done so it didn't seem that important whether I actually got the bike tire in the water or not.

As always, I had a wonderful time on the ride.  This marks the tenth year I've done RAGBRAI and I think it was the best year ever.  I may have complained about the heat and headwinds and hills but that's all part of the experience.  When you've made it to the end town you tend to forget how discouraged you felt during those long stretches of pedaling when it felt like you were never going to make it to the end of the day.

We are now back in Iowa City, staying at Mike's house for the weekend.  We have to take the car to a mechanic Monday for some minor repairs.  By Tuesday or Wednesday we plan to be on our way to Ohio to begin another round of visiting friends and family and exploring new and old places.

Such an Easy Ride

It was such an easy ride today that I took some extra time in Vinton to try my hand at dairy production the old-fashioned way.  Sande would be proud of me.  For those of you who remember my June 8 post about the extraordinary job that my sister, Sande, does on her Wyoming ranch you would understand why I couldn't pass up this photo op.

We had lots of wind again but 90% of the time it was either a tailwind or blowing sideways.  It was so wonderful that I didn't mind the fact that there quite a few hills.  Most of the hills were the roller coaster kind that aren't that long and that are fun to descend.  Also, that kind of terrain in Iowa means the ride is scenic with views of valleys and ridges blanketed with beautiful farmland.

I didn't hear any statistics on amount of rainfall last night in Marshalltown, but it definitely wasn't enough to break the drought.  It did thunder and lightning and a severe storm warning was issued.  We were already in our tent, but talked to some riders today who said people who had gone downtown on the shuttle were told the shuttles wouldn't take them back to camp until the storm threat passed.  A group in our campground this afternoon was making repairs to their tent and drying out their clothes in the sun.  They said when the shuttle finally got them back to camp they discovered the wind had blown over their tent.

Even if the nights camping on RAGBRAI don't have storms there are other hazards to watch out for.  Have you ever experienced the frustration of leaving your car in a parking lot while you shop and then when you come out of the store you can't figure out where you left it?  That frustration can't compare to what a fellow camper experienced last night.  At 3:30 in the morning Lee heard me getting out of the tent to go to the bathroom and asked if he could walk with me since he'd forgotten his flashlight.  When we exited the tent a panic-stricken woman saw our light and told us her sad story.  She had gone to the restroom but then had gotten disoriented in the dark and couldn't find her tent.  We stumbled around with her awhile with no success and finally left her back at the restroom where she started so she could try to retrace her steps.  It's awful what an unorganized, huge jumble of tents fills a RAGBRAI campground.  When the restrooms are far away like they were last night I always dread those middle of the night restroom visits.  I could end up wandering around until daylight lost and unable to find my tent.

Here in Cedar Rapids we have a much nicer camping spot.  The restrooms are close and the skies are clear.  It should be a hazard-free night.  I'll need a good night's sleep.  Tomorrow is the day with the most hills on this year's ride.

Into the Wind

Yesterday's east wind that someone said would bring in rain and cooler temmperatures appeared this morning to have brought only more wind.  The wind today was from the south and, of course, a lot of the route had us heading into the south.  So once again the afternoon part of the ride really stretched the lungs and leg muscles to push against the wind and some uphills, too, that greeted us on the way into Marshalltown.  The temperatures were triple digits, as well.

But now we can rest knowing another day has been conquered.  And what is that sound as darkness falls and we are here in our tent?  Wow, it's actually raining.  And what a wonderful cool breeze the rain has brought.  The forecast is that it won't be a significant amount of rain but it will bring much cooler air for tomorrow's ride.

Before this week had started I had been dreading tomorrow's ride.  It's the longest of the week and 84.8 sounded like an awful lot of miles.  But after strengthening my leg muscles battling the winds yesterday and today I feel more than ready for the challenge.

An East Wind Brings Rain?

About halfway through the morning, two bicyclists pedaled by and I overheard one of them say to the other: "Well, you know an east wind brings rain and rain brings cooler temperatures."  I knew that the comment was meant as encouragement because I had looked at the days route map and it showed  virtually all of our 81-mile day's ride was headed directly east.  And at that point the temperatures  were starting to warm up and that old east wind was warming itself up, too, to get ready for a big blow.

And blow it did.  The terrain was fairly flat and the landscape virtually treeless.  There was nothing to break the wind's force and very few downhills to give a break.  Even if there was a downhill a lot of those stretches still required lower gears to compensate for the wind's force. 

We encountered one significant downhill into the Des Moines River valley at Lehigh, about 18 miles from the end.  Of course, that was immediately followed by a very long, steep uphill climb, the biggest hill we've seen so far on this year's RAGBRAI.  I was thankful for the shade and break from the headwinds, although I was gasping for air by the time I made it to the top.  A few miles after that there was another hill almost as big as we dipped into and out of the Brushy Creek valley.

And then it was just more of that grueling grind headed into the east wind.  The route map showed a turn about 5 miles from the end town onto a road that headed north.  I thought I would never see that turn but when it finally appeared up ahead I practically cried tears of joy.  I knew the hardest part of the day's work was done.

Just a note about the photo above.  HyVee grocery stores are an Iowa institution and in every town they are so supportive of RAGBRAI.  Thank you, HyVee and, yes, even after a tough day like today I

Black Hawk Lake

With this record-breaking heat what better place to spend the night than a campground on the shores of Black Hawk Lake?  This 957-acre lake that is Iowa's southernmost glacial lake was named after the Sac Indian Chief Black Hawk.  The statue in the photo is a historic landmark that was erected in 1934.

Our host town here is the small resort commmunity of Lake View.  It's surprising how many amenities even the smallest towns can provide.  And then there's an added advantage that everything is close and it's easy to get around.  Of course, as hot as it is, there wasn't much except showers, shade and cool drinks that I was interested in looking for.

I read in today's paper that the National Weather Service reported that the first three weeks in July were the second warmest on record in Des Moines, only being exceeded by July of 1936.  Based on total precipitation so far this summer, the area is in its fifth-driest summer on record to date.  This could be the driest spell since 1927, even surpassing the Dust Bowl years.

It wasn't until the last couple of hours of pedaling today that I began to feel the excessive heat.  That's a major selling point for getting up before daylight and getting started at first light.  Overall, today's ride was one of the easiest I can remember.  There was hardly any wind, the hills were gradual and provided nice breezes on the way down, and the pass-through towns were spaced out just about right for when I needed a break.

These triple digit temperatures are supposed to be around for two more days, but I'm more than ready to get out there and tackle another RAGBRAI day tomorrow.

Helpful Hints

While pedaling away the miles on a typical RAGBRAI day, one of the things that often brings a smile to your face and a humorous bit of encouragement is the handmade roadside signs local residents post along the route.  These are "Burma Shave" type commercials for those of you old enough to remember driving a highway and seeing a series of the signs with a partial message on each one leading to a final punch line.

Anyway, today I saw one of these sign series that I wanted to share:

1st sign: "Helpful Hints for your ride across Iowa"

2nd sign (with an arrow pointing to a cornfield on the righthand side of the road): "This is corn"

3rd sign (with an arrow pointing to a soybean field on the lefthand side of the road): "These are beans"

Punchline sign: "That's all you need to know"

Yup, that's the basics of what you're going to see...lots of corn and soybean fields.  But it's hard to describe why that can still be something so beautiful to behold.  You would think after having pedaled these many Iowa highways over the years that I would be tired of seeing the same thing.  But after finishing the first day of this year's ride I can't wait to get back on the bike to pedal some more tomorrow.

We had a lot of headwinds today but I was on the road early enough this morning that I was able to finish the day before the winds got too strong.  That also helped with the heat factor.  It's starting off to be a very hot week, with temperatures up to 100 the next couple of days.  The most important thing is to drink lots of water and I'm careful to do that and am looking forward to another great ride tomorrow.

This morning's first stop was in the Dutch town of Orange City.

This is the RAGBRAI baggage truck you look for at the end of the day so you can dig through the hundreds of bags laid out on the pavement to find the bag you loaded on the truck in the morning. They do a nice job of laying them out in areas labeled with the time in the morning that you loaded your bag.

Get Ready, Get Set...

Today we left Des Moines and drove 200 miles closer to Sioux Center, Iowa, where RAGBRAI starts the day after tomorrow.  We are resting up in a motel near Sioux City, Iowa.  Names of locations here are confusing.  The map above shows Sioux City and to the north is Sioux Falls, South Dakota.  But the start of RAGBRAI is Sioux Center, which is too small to show up on this map scale.  Sioux Center is about 50 miles north of here above Le Mars.  That means we are in a good position for getting into the RAGBRAI starting town early in the day tomorrow.  The day before the ride is such a madhouse that the sooner we can roll into town the more traffic we can avoid.

All indications are that this year's RAGBRAI will be hot and sunny, like the days and weeks we've spent here in Iowa, so far, getting ourselves ready.  We didn't let the heat stop us from doing lots of bike riding so now we should be acclimated for the week ahead.

We managed to find a bike trail to explore each of the days last week that we were in Des Moines.  I was surprised at how many of the trails allowed us to ride in places with lots of shade trees.

Along Four Mile Creek in Des Moines near Pleasant Hill.

Start of a bike trail near downtown Des Moines. Not shady here, but most of the trail itself was shaded.

Clive Greenbelt trail along Des Moines River near the city.

Iowa State Capitol Building.

Bike Path bridge across Gray's Lake in Des Moines.

Gay Lea Wilson Trail near Pleasant Hill.

Get Ready, Get Set...RAGBRAI XL here we come.  But, remember, the GO! does not mean the start of a race.  It's a ride, not a race.  It's a rolling celebration of Iowa and I'm ready to get out there and enjoy every minute of it.

High Trestle Trail

Today we checked one more item off my Des Moines area bucket list.  We drove up to Woodward to bike on the High Trestle Trail. 

Since it would be an out-and-back ride, we couldn't do the entire 26-mile length.  We chose to start at the Woodward end because the High Trestle Bridge is just 2.6 miles down the trail from there.

The bridge is quite impressive and it's a thrill to be so high up over the Des Moines River and surrounding valley.  The remainder of the 10 miles that we rode into Slater were not that exciting.  There was a nice city park where we ate lunch in Slater before turning around.  But a rails-to-trails is flat and open to the sun beating down and not an ideal ride on a hot Iowa summer day.

Overlooking the High Trestle Trail Bridge.

Sunday afternoon ride on Gay Lea Wilson Trail, just down the street from our hotel.

Garden in Altoona on Prairie Heritage Trail that adjoined the Gay Lea Wilson Trail.

Neal Smith Trail

Today's bike ride was along the east side of Saylorville Lake on the Neal Smith Trail. When we left our apartment this morning it was not the trail that we had in mind. We were planning to ride the Chichaqua Valley Trail, a 20-mile scenic recreational trail between Bondurant and Baxter. We didn't realize that the trail is currently closed for repairs due to flood damages from last summer. We tried unsuccessfully to find another bike trail in Bondurant that we thought we could see on a map. We followed some sidewalks for awhile but then realized that the line on the map was for a railroad, not a bike trail.

We knew there was a bike trail along Saylorville Lake so we reloaded the bikes on the car and headed northeast of Des Moines towards the lake. We didn't know the name of the trail and missed one of the trailheads that crossed the road we were on. But then we saw a sign for the Visitors Center at Saylorville Lake, and, sure enough, they had maps of the trail. Since we had wasted half the day at that point, we didn't have time or energy for the whole trail. We rode from the Visitors Center to the end of the trail and back, a total of about 25 miles. 

As it turned out, we had picked the best section of the trail. There was a lot of shaded areas in that section, nice views of the lake, and many ups and downs and winding twists to keep things interesting. We learned from another biker at the end of the day, that the section we didn't do from the Visitors Center to Des Moines, was all flat river bottomland through the suburbs and city.

Section of the Neal Smith Trail through Red Feather Prairie.

Nice sections of shade along the Neal Smith Trail.  

View of the marina at Sandpiper Recreation Area on Saylorville Lake.

Channel where Big Creek Lake connects to Saylorville Lake.

Transition Point

After nearly 4 weeks enjoying our time in the Iowa City area, today marks a transition point in our preparations for the Register's Annual Great Bike Ride Across Iowa (RAGBRAI).  We've made reservations for week-long accommodations at an extended stay hotel in Des Moines, Iowa.  This puts us closer to the western part of the state, where RAGBRAI begins on July 22.  Next week we will be able to explore biking opportunities in the Des Moines area, as well as giving ourselves some time to rest up for the big ride.

This summer's extended drought in the Midwest is disastrous for farmers, but for us vacationers spending our days bike riding and our nights camping, it has meant not having to worry about getting cold and wet.  I'm not one to ever admit that the weather is too hot for comfort, but there was one week that the heat was particularily oppressive.

July 7, the day that the temperature was a record-breaking 102 degrees, happened to be the day that the bike club had scheduled a 76-mile RAGBRAI training ride.  The handful of us brave souls who showed up that morning didn't know it was going to be THAT hot; otherwise, we might have had second thoughts.  Thankfully, the route was mostly flat and there wasn't much wind that day.  If there would have been hills and/or headwinds I'm not sure I would have made it.  As it was, the last hour or so when there was no shade or water stops anywhere, I came close to what felt like heat stroke.  When it was over, though, a couple of hours in Mike's air-conditioned house fixed me right up.  As the saying goes about facing adversity, "it won't kill you, it will just make you stronger."


I certainly do feel stronger after all the bike riding we've done the last few weeks.  Besides getting a foretaste of some of that Iowa summer heat, I've done a lot of rides that were hilly and that faced headwinds.  Those conditions are something that you usually always encounter on RAGBRAI.  I can also consider myself well trained for the camping part of RAGBRAI.


I lost count of how many bike rides we did, but I do remember that there were 4 different places that we camped.  Each one of the campgrounds seemed to be better than the one before.  After the stay at the county park, we moved to a state park at Lake Macbride.  Lake Macbride is connected to Coralville Lake, which has many campgrounds and recreation areas.  Both are reservoirs formed from dams on the Iowa River and are within biking distance of Iowa City.

Swimming with Grandpa at Coralville Lake

A family picnic with the Malloys after swimming in Coralville Lake

We finally purchased a bigger tent!

One morning a hot air balloon drifted over our campsite at Coralville Lake

A trail at Coralville Lake led down to the shore and a view of Mehaffey Bridge.

Mike's finish of a ride to raise funds for diabetes research.  He rode 100 miles over a very hilly route.

The Kalona Cheese House: An interesting stop on one of the bike rides.  Enjoyed refreshments at the store as well as watching the cheese being made.

Sutliff, Iowa.  Another fun place that we rode to on 2 different occasions.

After all of the camping that we have been doing, it seems very different now to be close to the big city of Des Moines and settled into our studio apartment for a whole week.  We did some grocery shopping and had to relearn again what it's like to have a refrigerator to fill instead of planning one day at a time and having to make do with what can fit into a small ice chest and wondering if it's time to buy ice again.  Fortunately, this extended stay hotel is in a quiet suburb and still has the feel of good old Iowa country living.  I'm looking forward to discovering where the bike trails are.