This was our fifth consecutive year on the MKT Rail to Trail ride. MKT stands for Missouri, Kansas, Texas. It was the name of the railway before it closed which raises a few questions. 1. If the only portion of the trail that is used for bicycling today is in Missouri, why is it known as the KT/Katy Trail. I would expect the M to remain given it’s located in Missouri. I guess in a state where your highest institution for education misspells it’s own name as Mizzou it makes a little more sense. 2. How did a railway get to Texas from Missouri and Kansas without going through Oklahoma? Yet There is no “O” in the name. Oklahoma got treated as some sort of river that just needed to be crossed. 3. How cool is it that my two favorite states and only my two favorite states are represented in the name KT Trail (Kansas & Texas Trail). ?
Anyway, this year we rode 242 miles across Missouri over four days of ridding. There was much rain and 20+ mph head winds making this the toughest year of riding. Still we made some good memories and the adventure was worth the effort.
Day One: Monday
64.2 miles. 5 hours and 20 minutes of riding. Average of 12.0 mph. Clinton to Pilot Grove.
Our summer intern Connor Lutz dropped us off and took a photo incase we would never be heard from again.
Couldn’t resist Tebowing at Tebo Creek.
It was memorial day so I took a photo in front of this American flag.
We made it to Green Ridge just as the storm poured down. We stayed there for two and a half ours with a couple from Washington DC who keeps a blog of their bicycle travels. Tony and I are on there here, though we look a bit grumpy.
Tony thought is was funny that I checked my text messages during a stop, remember this.
Here Tony is playing the part of Adam, though thankfully clothed. While the rat snake plays the role of satan.
I love my Surly Crosscheck bike so we take a bunch of couple pictures together. Here we are on a bridge built in 1910 and based on the condition of my car built in 2002 I feel pretty safe on it.
Cool church in Sedalia.
I like to ride the vines that grow on the sides of the trail. So far they’ve never let me down.
Day Two: Tuesday
68 miles. 5 hours and 17 minutes. Average of 12.9 mph. Pilot Grove to Jefferson City.
In the morning we said goodbye to our favorite people on the trail Virgil and Deloris at the Pilot Grove B&B who have put us up in their actual house whenever the B&B is not available.
Then off we go looking like a couple of Houston Dynamo fans.
Tony decided to spontaneously shave at this particular point, what are the chances?
Here is Tony riding into the Rocheport Tunnel.
The Trailside Cafe had some pretty good Chinese food this year.
I found this great abandoned house near Boonville, it did need a few repairs, but otherwise perfect condition.
I honestly don’t remember what day this tree was on, but we stop every year. It’s huge and the pictures don’t do it justice. We met a guy there this year who was from Kansas who rode his bike to California and then to Florida and was almost home again.
Jefferson City is one of the best stops we make. There is an Irish Pub there that makes a deep fried batter dipped burger called the Yogi that Tony talks about all year leading up to this point. This year I at a burger called the Astro burger thinking it was named after the Houston Astros, but alas all the burgers are named after the owners dogs.
The city is beautiful.
Somewhere along the way is Boathenge
This year I took if for a spin
We find all sorts of animals on the trail. Marmots pop out, panic and then run off before I ever get a good look at them. Snapping turtles however are fantastic to mess with. We don’t hurt them, but we do pick them up and watch them bite sticks.
Day Three: Wednesday
74.6 miles. 5 hours and 48 minutes. Average of 12.9 mph. Jefferson City to Marthasville
We stay at some hotel here with make your own waffle stations. Pretty tasty, but lacking the protein we hope for. We ride back to the trail over the river on this bike path.
The capitol looks great from the bridge.
This is St. Mark’s Evangelical Church just outside of Rhineland. It feels like going back in time when you ride by.
Here is my one and only flat this year. Tony was kind enough to laugh and take a photo immediately. I returned the favor by throwing his knife into the field lost forever. Actually my hands were covered in grease and it just slippe out of my hands.
This grain elevator is in Treelore.
As our these two stores. The town is basically a ghost town though.
Here are a few shots of Tony riding in farm fields.
Most of the day this is what we see.
This year in stayed in a B&B named, Monettes Cabin. It was 4 miles off the trail and down a highway. Tony was claimed there was no shoulder so I took this photo to prove that there was a shoulder and a no point were we in danger. Except for the speeding cars and the 3 inch miss of a side mirror. They were nice enough to pick us up once we chickened out.
This random rock still confounds me in the middle of nowhere.
Day Four: Thursday
34.5 miles. 3 hours. Average of 11.5 mph. Marthasville to August + out back in St. Charles.
On Thursday we stayed in cabin until 11 before riding to Augusta to meet Laura and Shari. This picture below is out in a farmer field about 10 minutes before lightning and rain poured down. Hard to believe it looking at this now.
When the girls arrive the picture taking gets out of hand. I admit I’m the one taking them, but they crack me up so much it’s fun to do it. In fact it’s worth looking at the flickr set just to see the failed jumping photos of these two. This first one is actually a wrongly remembered redo of a photos from last year.
A group photo before we rode.
Ice Cream shop in Deliverance Missouri.
A little riding
Ride back from Machens
One of the things Laura and I loved about going to the K-State football game last fall with Amy & Travis was this dance they do in the stands called the Wabash. It’s a song about a railroad and we found the railroad on our ride so we danced.
Lewis and Clark had a giant dog named Clifford or so it seems from this this statue.
I tried this train pose and I’ve got to say, way harder than it looks.
Day Five: Friday
Just woke up, ate breakfast and returned to a flooded Olathe.
The girls took one more jumping shot.
Maybe it was two…
So remember when Tony took a picture of me texting…
You can see the rest of the photos in Katy Trail 2013 Flickr Set or see past photos/blog post of our trip below.
Past Katy Trail Trips