bike

Everybody in Kansas hypes Lawrence. "You've got to go to Lawrence," they say. They say it with energy, and that makes the difference. It's more like "You've GOT to go to LAWRENCE!" 

Lawrence is to Kansas what Athens is to Ohio, and Bloomington to Indiana. It's a college-town, and because of that, it is a hub for culture and arts in an sea of farmland. Unfortunately, it's not yet college basketball season, so we didn't get to check out the Jayhawks in action (their football team isn't good, so we ignored it).

It's Maj. I took down Dan's rhyming title "Kansas City - Manwich Pity" because I didn't get it. We're delayed in writing this post, and I already forget Kansas City. The downtown was very clean, I remember that much.

We spent the last couple days in St. Louis, Missouri - The Gateway to the West. Dan and I had some fun crossing the Mississippi River and photographed ourselves between the state lines of Illinois and Missouri. Also, I tried Arby's for the first time in my life. It tasted great, but I don't know if it that's because it was actually good, or if I was just really hungry from back-to-back 80+ mile biking days.

Dayton and Cincinnati, as anyone from the area will tell you, are merging together. As it stands, there are about ten miles of separation between the Dayton sprawl and the Cincy sprawl. We biked through those ten miles today, and they were glorious.