A Century In a Day!!!

Well that was a video that we took on our first day on the trail. I can't believe we just finished our seventh day of riding! It is absolutely crazy. The last few days have been fantastic. On Wednesday, we went 75 miles. Yesterday, we went 100 miles. Today, 80. The wind changed directions and is now coming out of the South/SouthEast area so that has helped us a LOT. Doing 100 miles in one day was a first time thing for both my dad and I. We were biking for about 10 hours-tears were shed and I wasn't smiling the whole time, but BOY did it feel good when the day was over! We had some great time on the levee by the river, and had a little bit of rain today which was actually quite refreshing. Also, we've had some different types of roadkill that you might be interested to hear about! We've seen snakes, birds, raccoons (of course), and cows. Yes, that's right-I have literally seen an entire cow dead on the highway. But on a brighter note, I thought I'd tell you some of the reactions we've received after people here find out about our adventure. The most popular reaction is confusion. Most people don't understand WHY we would EVER want to do this. We've heard a few, "Y'all are crazy!". Some just stare at us wrecking their faces as they are trying to figure out what we're doing exactly. Sometimes I just want to have a sign on my back that says, "We're Odegards. We do weird stuff like this." Needless to say, we don't really blend in with the locals when we walk around in our neon vests with our cycling shoes that clickity-clack everywhere we go because of the metal on the bottom. (When dad wears his, I call them his tap shoes because they are so loud). Finally, I'm going to tell you a quick little story about our time here!
So, my dad-Keith Odegard is a bit of an oddball. He has a little bit of a different way of dealing with things, and he DEFINITELY doesn't care if people think he's weird. In fact, he likes to be a little "counter cultural"; especially if it embarrasses me. Anyways, as we bike on the road, sometimes we go through areas where there is a lot of farmland and there are DOGS roaming around. AKA no leashes. Now, of course these dogs (like the locals) are very confused as to what we are doing on their territory. They don't necessarily chase us or try to bite us, but they start running after us sometimes and my strategy is just to pedal faster and faster. Dad, however, thinks it's best to look them in the eye, slap his knee and yell out, "C'mon Chopper!! C'mon Chopper! You want to attack me, do ya? C'mon CHOPPER!" Or, my personal favourite, "C'mon FROSTY!". He makes up a new dog name every day and thinks that this protects him because they are confused by his behaviour. They most definitely are, and their owners sitting on their front porch are even more puzzled. Either way, he makes me laugh and we're having a great time.
Anyways, that's it for now!
God Bless!
A

After 100 miles: