Missouri is also spoiling me with generous shoulders that will probably disappear in Kansas and break my heart. The route I'm following, highway 63, is taking me through the highest and hilliest portions of the state yet care was evidently taken to smooth them out so as to provide palatable grades. In fact, I'm camping out at 1,640 feet just off the highway and realize I've gained about 900 feet from where I started this morning which is the highest single-day gain so far. The ride was undoubtedly hilly and has worn this soldier out nice and good but it could have been much worse.
The scenery is all rolling hills with splotchy forested areas. There's hardly any farmland because the ground is too rugged. Instead, this is mostly pasture lands for horses, cows and the occasional goat. Sometimes when I ride alongside cattle grounds I see some very severe looking bulls and wonder if they were determined whether those little strands of barbed wire could contain one hellbent on charging me. I imagine they'd break through it like so much dental floss and then I'd have a most major bitching problem on my hands. Are there any good tips regarding an onslaught of bulls?? I've seen their anger in video clips of the Pamplona runs and I'm not sure if smiling meekly when they look at me so seriously, well, whether that's helping any or not.
If I have time to consider pissed-off bulls rushing their fences it's only because the road shoulders have eliminated much of the stress of having to ride on the lane with traffic. I can think, I can take in the scenery, I can even whistle a tune every now and then. Today I even had time to make up an alliterative phrase:
Fallow fields from fallen foes fertile forests form
I can see that that sort of thing is a bit goofy. Consider though for a moment what you would do if you were in my shoes and had a few hours to kill? How would you entertain the ol' gray matter?