We only rode until noon, when we stopped at the First Baptist Church in Sebree. Reverend Bob and his wife, Violet, are as kind of people as you would ever meet. They have been putting cyclist up in their church building for 24 years.
Their building has a youth activity center with big kitchen, showers, and washer and dryer, which they make available to cyclists. Violet fed us lunch in her kitchen. It was great.
We were in such pain, that a rest was good. It was providential that we stopped there at lunch. As soon as we were indoors, a violent thunderstorm began over our heads for the next three hours.
On the way to Sebree Jake and I stopped under shade for a rest. As we were beginning to leave, Jake’s shoes were clipped into the pedals and he lost his balance. We were stopped in a large gravel driveway. There was one small pothole in the whole driveway. It had water in it. Of all the places to fall, he fell right in the muddy pothole.
He was covered with muddy water from head to foot. It splashed all over his bike also. He cut up his elbow. But, he handled it very well and rode on.
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