I guess I should make it clear that I love to travel. Something about going to a place I haven’t been packs a bit of a thrill for me. In my 34 years on this earth, I’ve been to Michigan, Florida, Indiana, Kentucky, Tennessee, Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, Iowa, Missouri, Arkansas, Louisiana, Oklahoma, Alaska, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, California, Oregon, Idaho, Montana, North & South Dakota, Minnesota, Wisconsin and Washington. Oh yeah, and Canada… twice. I guess about the only places in the states I haven’t been are the central western states (probably not missing much there) and the east coast. I will get to the east coast sometime.

So with all that under my belt, you can imagine how thrilled I was to visit Des Moines Iowa this past weekend! Now that could be a sarcastic statement or not depending on which part of the trip we’re talking about. For example, Des Moines is a nice little city. Lots of diners and bike shops! What more can a food loving cyclist want? On the other hand, in order to get to Des Moines you have to drive across Iowa. I think I would rather watch paint dry. I thought Illinois was lame until I drove across Iowa. I’ll give Iowa this, at least there is a bit of roll to the land. Most of Illinois is just friggin flat with the occasional river valley thrown in to spice things up. The sweet rolling terrain of Iowa was calling to me to get up there with a bike. Funny thing is, that’s what I’m going to do next year. Interesting how things unfold when you go to a new place.

In other news, I crossed the 500 mile mark on my bike. Not bad for an old, out-of-shape alcoholic! Working on ditching the smokes this week too. My next post will probably be cranky. 😉