Day 27: Missouri and a Sigh of Relief, Unrelated

The world’s largest wren statue, in Topeka, Kansas

The second radio station in Topeka, WREN, installed this bird statue on its roof in 1947. It was taken down in 1993 when the station changed its call letters. It was created in the 1930s when the station was located in Lawrence, Kansas. Chad and I were too tired yesterday to make a special trip to see it, so boy, were we excited when we rode past it on our way out of Topeka.

Today was another gorgeous 86 mile ride to St Joseph, Missouri. The weather held out, although we have now been introduced to 90o temperatures accompanied by high humidity, much worse than the 80s we saw in the desert in California. Our first stop was Atchison. I visited the old freight depot of the Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe railroad, whose route we have now traced.

The most interesting display was of an iron lung from the polio era, complete with operating instructions on the side. No mention of obtaining blood gases!

Especially note #5, and make sure the end is closed and locked before tilting!

Then it was across the muddy Missouri (lots of recent rain) and into Missouri, my home for 14 years. I chose my Cardinals jersey to fly the flag in rival Royals territory. No one cared.

The muddy Missouri
State #7. We still haven’t figured out the spacing in “Welco m es”. Maybe they had a double m the first time?

And now we’re in St Joseph, birthplace of Walter Cronkite and Eminem. I think they were unrelated.

In St Joseph we rode a long way on a bike path in a park winding its way through suburban St Jo. We sat and enjoyed a Coke while listening to a large variety of songbirds in the brilliant green trees. It reminded me of growing up in Columbus and of how lovely the Midwest can be.

The sigh of relief? Shortly after buying the Cokes Chad sat on a bench to wait for me (I was delayed with yet another flat tire). His wallet fell out of his pocket, an event he didn’t notice until hours later at the hotel. We got a ride to the convenience store where they were sympathetic but could offer no help. We started retracing his steps, planning on a fruitless 7 mile walk back to the hotel, when Voila!, there was his wallet sitting on a bench, undisturbed. Disaster narrowly avoided.

Tomorrow it’s a very hilly ride to Chillicothe, Missouri, the home of sliced bread. Oooh!

1815 miles under our belts!

3 responses to “Day 27: Missouri and a Sigh of Relief, Unrelated”

  1. Christi Siedlecki Avatar
    Christi Siedlecki

    My Kansas “dad” worked his entire working life for the railroad. Before that, he was in the service. Now that you’re out of the desert, I’m enjoying your blog even more, which is saying a lot. I have been enjoying it very much from the start.

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  2. Deborah Lindsay Avatar
    Deborah Lindsay

    And I’m enjoying reading your post on a lovely midwestern morning on my patio. Glad Chad found his wallet! Go Cardinals.

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  3. Love the giant wren! Your pictures and stories bring us along for the ride. Not something I would ever do, so living it vicariously through the two of you is fun. Glad disaster was averted with the finding of the wallet.

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