Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Mine came from New Mexico as a gift, but you can find one online here.
Monday, July 27, 2009
We started the morning at the zoo. It was cold and rainy. I was grateful for my jacket and umbrella, and even added a pair of leggings under my skirt! The zoo, though small, has done a nice job of allowing a view of the sea animals both above and below the waterline.
Brilliant blue butterfly in the corner
We caught a movie that evening (the Alps) at the IMAX in the Indiana State Museum, and finished off with a tasty dinner at the Creation Cafe, at the start of the canal near the Clarian health complex.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
You need: peaches, raisins, rum*, walnuts (optional), honey or sugar
- Preheat oven to 450 degrees.
- Soak raisins in rum for at least 30 min.
- Cut peaches in half and remove pit.
- Place the peaches, cut side up, in a rimmed baking dish. Cover tops with honey (or sprinkle with sugar). Spoon raisins and walnuts on top.
- Roast until peach is soft, about 15 minutes.
- Serve with a dollop of Greek yogurt.
*A note about the rum - it's not something I keep around, so I bought a few of those little shot-sized mini bottles (like you see on airplanes). One mini bottle held the perfect amount of rum for soaking raisins for two peaches.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Baby alpacas (cria) raised by staff from the White Violet Center for eco-justice
A sea of sisters
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wouldn't these make a great fall party food? When they come out of the oven, they look like dried leaves.
I was inspired to try this when I saw it mentioned on someone's blog. I can't recall which one, so apologies if it was yours. Let me know!
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
We pulled into Hermann, MO after a beautiful early-morning, 50-mile ride. The view coming into Hermann was one of my favorites. White church steeples peek out of the hillside of green. (I don't have a photo of that.)
Here's a typical campsite, minus the other tents around us. In Hermann, we managed to find a campsite to ourselves. The rest of the time, we were setting up camp snugly with the neighbors nearby. The semi in the background is the shower truck. It traveled along with us, providing hot showers to the 300-plus cyclists.
The next day, we camped in Augusta, MO. Augusta is a town of 200. The Katy Trail is flat getting to it, but you have to ride up a very steep hill to get into town. (That was fun! I was missing the hills by this time in the ride.) We ate supper at this church.
Monday, July 06, 2009
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Most of the Katy Trail is surrounded with lovely scenery. Farmlands, swamplands, tree-tunnels, and river/bluff views. Many of the striking river and bluff views are around Rocheport.
A bend in the Missouri River
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Day One: Clinton to Pilot Grove, ~61 miles
On the first morning of the bike ride, we rose early. We were up at 4:45. There's really no getting around it. We started to hear "zip-zip" from neighboring tents before the birds were even out. At that point, you might as well get with the program. The tent must come down, the bags packed and loaded on the truck, sunscreen to slather and breakfast to eat. I'm glad we rose early because I was anxious (I always am on the first day). We had 61 miles to pedal and a hot day looming. We skipped the breakfast of biscuits and gravy, and made do with a banana and small box of Raisin Bran. We headed out right at 6 am, to watch the sunrise as we rode east.
Sedalia depot (scanned postcard)
Day Two: Pilot Grove to Jefferson City, ~67 miles
Day two was longer and equally as hot and humid, but not as challenging for me. The route was flat (no 12 miles of painfully slow climbing) and my brain began to relax. We were on the trail at two minutes before 5 am. We rode in the dark for a good, long while. Thankfully, the limestone is white! At about an hour into the ride, we came to Boonville. Another lovely depot.
Leaving Boonville, we crossed the Missouri river. Beautiful views, if you are brave enough to look. I was barely so. I'm not fond of heights mixed with open views, so I was a bit (well, perhaps more than that) unsettled as I pedaled across.
That's me, staying as far to the right as possible.
Here's the view as we looked east, crossing the Missouri. You can see the humidity hanging in the air.There is more to say about day two and the river/bluff views, but I'll save it for the next post.