Spring 2005 - Green Hills of Missouri

I took a cycle tour up through the Green Hills Region of Missouri, near Princeton, where we lived for 3 years about 20 years ago. Here's some photos I took on this ride. Click here to read my journal from this ride.

 

Green Hills

This area is a hidden gem of Missouri, the roads were perfect for cycling, with long stretches with little or no traffic. Rolling hills, some of them surprisingly steep - almost "Ozarkian".

 

more hills

The weather was great for 2 days, with plenty of sunshine and little winds. Of course, Monday turned into one of those touring days from hell, with 50 miles of headwinds back to the car. But in this photo all is perfect!

big hill

Hard to see the road (lousy camera) but off in the distance you can see the ribbon of pavement. This area has miles of no flat road, you're either going up or down. Wonderful twisty backroads. Love 'em

 

princeton home

In Princeton, the county seat of Mercer County. This was our first place there, a wonderful 100 year old house. Note the statue to the left of the house - next door was a creepy old house with a new library built on the property. Interesting story about the meat cutter and the heiress. Small towns have lots of stories. 

pearls

It's now Pearl's care center, but this was the clinic Katie worked at. Once a governor's house, it's just up the hill from our first house. A great place for her to establish her first practice. I asked a lady at the grocery if she remembered the doc from 20 years ago, and of course she did, "Dr. Katie, wasn't that her name?"

 

morning morning
The best part of cycle touring is the camping. I woke up Monday morning to an empty campground, the lake to myself. Still, quiet, and peaceful.

 

Jack riding hills

Back to the car, the hills weren't so steep but the wind was blowing at 25 mph straight at me. For a while I wondered what in the world I was doing out there, but I always came back to the main idea of cycle touring for me: Gratitude. Gratitude to experience the world as it really is - slow enough to smell the flowers and hear the birds singing, and plenty of time to think.

Yah, I think I'll do it again. Maybe a long tour next year, cross country some day?

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