At breakfast two gentlemen were seated at a table near me. On of them said, “You are the one headed for CA aren’t you?” I responded affirmatively and explained why I felt the urgency of doing such an arduous ride. I assured him it was the collaboration of friends like the group of alumnae from St. John’s who have lunch once a month. It was their efforts as well that propelled me into this project.
Jim and Gordy appeared, prepared to do the last leg of their journey to Sibley, IA. The wind shifted beautifully to our backs as we left Windom and headed southwest on Hwy 60 to Sibley, a distance of 55 miles. The air was cool and a calm breeze was pushing us. We were indeed very grateful. The pain of leather and posterior seemed as nothing
compared to the pleasure of traveling at full speed in high gear.
Jo Bailey, Gordy’s wife, met us at the Sibley Café, where we had lunch and became better acquainted. She was there to take Jim and Gordy back to Bloomington. Pam and I decided to stay in Sibley and get re-organized. The only hotel in Sibley was full, so we drove to Sheldon. IA, and ended up in a motel that should have paid us to stay there!
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