I asked Cliff this morning what was on his agenda.
"Nothing," he said. "We'd go for a bike ride, but we went for one yesterday."
"So is there a law against riding two days in a row?"
"I guess not. Where do you want to go?"
"Oh, someplace with some sort of little museum or place of interest, so we'd have a destination in mind. Maybe we could go to Sedalia and visit your cousin Kenneth."
Cliff didn't sound real thrilled with the prospect, but it was as good as anything he could come up with. He went out to get the motorcycle ready and I googled up some places of interest around Sedalia.
I found websites for the Bothwell mansion and a historic depot-turned-museum.
When we're riding the motorcycle, we avoid freeways like the plague. We take the lettered county roads as much as possible, which sometimes gets us lost. But on a motorcycle, getting lost is an adventure. Twice today our blacktop county roads turned to gravel and we had to backtrack; touring bikes don't do well on gravel.
We took our usual picnic lunch of sardines and crackers, plus a cantaloupe for dessert. Cliff used his pocketknife to cut it; we spooned the seeds out, and we each ate half.
I'll do other entries about the interesting places we visited at Sedalia. Otherwise this entry could get far too long.
By the way, we never did find out where Kenneth lives, and got lost hunting for him. It was great fun!