We kicked off this morning after two days of rest and it was a little difficult to get moving again. After resting in Manchester it was time to make our way to Independence, Iowa, about 25 miles away. We ended up taking a lot of back county roads with little to no traffic. This probably added a few more miles to our total, but once you get past 20 miles it doesn’t really matter anymore. The roads were crushed stone most of the way so we had to utilize tire tracks forged by tractors to ease the pain that walking on rocks all day causes.
Hey people from Iowa what the hell is with all the bush light cans on the side of the road? Like, whoa. I’m talking about cases people. We have seen, easily, 300 on the side of the road since Farley…50 miles ago.
Anyways, we came to a closed road because there was a bridge out, so we had our first train track experience. Its not as fun as I remember from when I was a kid. Way more rocks. So we made it across the train bridge (only about 10 feet) and continued our way to Independence. We were pretty smoked by the end of the day, and we ended up walking for a little over 10 hours.
Tonight, we are hosted by another great family who fed us, did our laundry, and is providing a great, soft place to rest our heads.
OK. Bed time. Nighty nite.