Day 33, A Jealous Mother's Son...or The kid is not my son

Of all people, Michael Jackson helped us get through some mighty flat lands today. A days-long-standing argument of the words to "Billie Jean" may finally have been put to rest after a fellow cross-countrier named Sarah that we biked with today agreed with the two babes that the words do not even remotely resemble "a jealous mother's son." We told her she could keep biking with us for as long as she wanted! And Andy felt even more outnumbered than usual.

A highly "Center Stage"-worthy move by Molly Ray to the MJ tune of "Black or White", accompanied by the appropriate vocals "owwww!":

We covered 70 miles today. Two turns in the whole day, winds from the northeast (!), and zero hills. Not even one single elevation gain or loss. The xc biker Sarah hung with us the whole day, which was good to add to our posse! We are in the remote town of Larned, which appears to contain a Scouting museum and another museum about the Santa Fe Trail, as well as several fast food joints and one very comfortable motel. As we roll on through Kansas, we have now started passing the feed yards for the cattle herds. Those who have ever had the distinct displeasure of the olfactory experience of a feed yard in their lives know that you've gotta pray you won't be downwind from it. So may the winds stay the same, and may all the feed yards be on the left side of the road.