Miles today: 20.04
Ave speed: 11.21
Max speed: 25.95
Total miles: 2,599.17
I spent a long week in St Louis, visiting family and friends, so this post includes the pictures and story of my visit, as well as the story of my short ride out. As I mentioned in my last post, my knee started acting up just after I got off the Katy trail, so a week of rest seemed like an even better idea with that in mind.
The week is a bit of a blur, since I saw quite a few people and am only relying on my pictures and weak memory. But I can tell you that after getting settled in at Angie’s (that’s my very first starbucks manager from Town and Country, MO), I met up with John (my very second Starbucks manager) and Kateri (an old floormate from the Webster University dorms, who now works for John). We had a nice evening of catching up, and I had a blast getting to know Angie’s two dogs, Cowboy and Belle, when I got home. By “getting to know” the dogs, I really mean that every time I came in the front door, regardless of how many times they had sniffed and pawed at me in previous encounters, I was trying to calm them down because a stranger that they’d swear they had NEVER seen before was in the house. Oh, dogs.
In the morning, I met up with Adam again. Remember Adam, from Columbia, MO? It turns out he was in St. Louis for a few days before heading to Salt Lake City for Thanksgiving. He showed me a great breakfast place called Local Harvest, and he also introduced me to a coffeeshop called Foundation Grounds. Local Harvest’s egg sandwiches hearken back to the breakfast sandwiches I used to get at a cafe in Minneapolis called the May Day cafe, and Foundation Grounds offers awesome pastries and food and bottomless cups of coffee for a reasonable price.
And so the first five or so days in St. Louis were filled with reading and knitting and coffee, dog-petting and gear-sorting and laundry-washing, and Nikki!
Nikki and I have been good friends since we met at Webster five years ago (holy crap! five years ago!), and I always enjoy the opportunity to see her. She showed me Schlafly Bottleworks, where they make the beer, and serve the beer, and keep St. Louis happy in both ways.
Schlafly made ME happy by letting me have a side of BEETS. You see, the beets normally come in the salad, but I didn’t really want a thirteen dollar plate of leaves just to eat beets… So I asked real nice and they brought me beets.
Then, in a continuation of the pursuit of St. Louis Institutions, we headed to Ted Drewes. Ted Drewes is a chain of frozen custard shops, where you can get just about any flavor combination you want. So I got one with peppermint and vanilla and a little bit of chocolate. I also ordered coffee, and proceeded to wait approximately ten minutes for my coffee. I guess that’s why they’re known for their custard and not their coffee!
I was really lucky, because John, my old manager at Starbucks, offered me his extra car to use. It was in the shop at the beginning of the week, but I had fun going with him to pick it up, which involved taking one car to one place, getting a different car, going to where the extra car was, driving this to that to there and back… I don’t even remember, but in the end I was driving a little red car with a manual transmission! Thanks, John.
One of my new favorite things about John is his household. He and his wife Kelly got married back in May, and I was lucky enough to be able to attend the wedding. Held at a motorcycle museum, the wedding was enough of a reason to want to hang out with John. It’s not just John and Kelly, though.
His household is John, Kelly, Chloe, Binkers, Napoleon, Orangina, Edgar…. dangit, I’ve been trying to remember all those names all week. I guess my memory isn’t invincible.
I love John’s house, because somebody always wants to be petted. Also, Chloe is one of the cutest dogs.
The next morning, after getting home ridiculously late, I got a text from John saying “Bob’s here!”. So I shot out of bed after less than 5 hours of sleep, got in the car un-showered and un-caffeinated, and booked it to Starbucks.
Who’s Bob, you ask? I’ll tell you first that this is Bob’s grandson Cade.
And this is Bob.
Bob is one of the most important regulars I have ever had at Starbucks. When I was studying music at Webster University, he came to as many of my concerts as he could. He was the comforting face in the audience as I sang the part of Mary in an advent production. He was my St. Louis grandpa, asking after me every morning I worked.
And after I left St. Louis in 2008, he continued to ask after me. Over the years I have gotten texts from John–“Bob wants to know when you’re coming to visit”–reminding me that Bob is one of my biggest supporters. When I left St. Louis, he gave me a buckeye off of a buckeye tree, and told me that they’re very good luck. I still have that buckeye.
Bob is an amazing guy for a lot of reasons. I can’t explain the lift I felt in my heart when I walked into Starbucks and saw him sitting there. He’s pretty ill and has lost quite a bit of weight, but he looked great. And so I spent a good long time catching up with him, meeting his daughter Julie, and making funny faces at Cade.
And then I returned to Angie’s to try and sort out my life.
I had put my panniers through the wash (for the first time ever), and their contents were strewn about the guest room in a truly willy-nilly fashion. But I had to achieve the Sorting of the Gear, because I had things to send home with my mom, who was coming to visit me!
On Thanksgiving day, I didn’t do a whole lot, save for a visit to Walmart for some toiletries. My feast involved a Totino’s party pizza, and for dinner some frozen P.F. Chang’s orange chicken (yes, I had the foresight to thaw and cook before eating). I wasn’t feeling well that day, and napped for a lot of the day. And then I got a call from Nikki, who was out playing darts and having a few drinks with some coworkers. So I dragged myself out of bed, because I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to throw sharp objects.
Once there, we enjoyed a drunk Brit named Francis who slipped into an Irish Brogue once he had enough Mexican beer in his system–a true international, I tell you. I played darts for the first time, and then was the first to leave after my mom informed me that she was arriving in St. Louis! Wahoo!
So down to the hotel I went, where I was greeted by gifts!
Why yes, folks, that IS a dinosaur cup. And those cookies are amazing.
My family had arrived pretty late, and were all tired from driving all day, so we only hung out for a little bit that night, and I moseyed my way home and crashed in bed. But in the morning we were all ready for some real hanging out, and we met up at Kaldi’s coffeeshop for breakfast.
You guys. I haven’t seen these people in three months. I rode over 2,000 miles on a bicycle since the last time I saw them, and my little sister started the 8th grade, and it was so, so neat to see them while on my trip.
One plan my mom and I had for our time together was to get the bike checked out, since it hasn’t had a proper tune-up since before the trip. You all have seen it fully loaded, but this is what the bike looks like.
John’s brother-in-law owns the bicycle shop in Webster Groves, so naturally we wanted to give them business. And so to the Hub we headed. I forgot to mention that I met some bikers at Kaldi’s, and one of them ended up being an employee at the Hub. So we walk in, and there’s Tyler, and it’s a real bike shop. I love those.
You’ll notice that some bikes at the back appear to be levitating, and perhaps performing some sweet stunt like a wheelie or a bar spin. My bike is one of those sweet bikes, the one below the clock. It’s actually not doing anything awesome, it’s just on a repair stand getting ready for its check-up.
So anyway, beets.
Just kidding. We dropped the bike off, and I think we may have run some errands, and then I took my family to Schlafly for dinner! Everybody had a delicious meal, and my mom and Mike got to try Schlafly beer, and my mom even got an edible cactus to grow at home! After that, we went to the best place ever in all of Missouri.
City Museum!
City Museum cannot be easily described. It is a playground made of sculpture. It is a wonderland of steel and wood, water and slides, climbing and falling, ball pits and rope swings and architectural elements and old printing press slugs.. it’s a place to observe for those who cannot climb, and a place to climb and explore for those who can.
Oh, and there is a gift shop that apparently sells giant frogs.
One of our favorite places to hang around at City Museum is the aquarium, where there are turtles and fish.
Caiti had a blast outside climbing in the hamster tubes of metal grate, playing with little kids in the ball pit, and generally tuckering herself out. I had already been sufficiently tuckered out, so I just watched and enjoyed. I led my family homeward, then made my own tired trek to Angie’s.
When I got up in the morning and opened the front door, there was a package waiting for me!
This package isn’t super notable, until you look at the postage!
And then open it up, and discover the waterproof gloves with liners inside! You see, my big trouble the last few months has been wet hands. My head stays pretty dry thanks to my jacket’s awesome hood, and my feet stay fairly dry thanks to my gore-tex shoe covers, but my stinkin’ hands! Once they’re wet, they’re cold, and they never dry, and they never warm up. So Evan to the rescue again. I didn’t even know they MADE waterproof gloves with fleecy liners. I was about ready to put plastic bags over my hands, but instead I got a really, really nice surprise from Salida.
Then I met up with my mom for coffee at Foundation Grounds. While we were there, Tyler at the Hub called, and my bike was done!
He replaced the front brake pads, front cables, trued the wheels, cleaned my cranks, straightened out my shifters, overhauled my front hub, and cleaned the gunk out of my junk! Err, the junk out of my crunk! He cleaned my chainrings and cogs and the bike looks SPIFFY.
If you are ever in St. Louis and want amazing service, and fabulously nice employees, go visit the Hub on Lockwood in Webster Groves! Their website is here.
My mom and I had an afternoon out together, which was good for both of us. I love my whole family, but I think you’ll understand when I say that my mom is my mom, and hanging out with just her is pretty special.
After driving all over creation, getting my phone screen fixed and buying a different sleeping bag (upgrade! from a 45 degree down bag + fleece liner + thermal liner + emergency foil to a 0 degree down bag), we went to Fortel’s Pizza Den and picked up dinner. My mom had brought an apple pie with her to St. Louis, so we ate that too. YUM.
Certain members of the family tried toasted ravioli for the first time in their lives that night, too. We watched part of a movie, and enjoyed just chilling at the hotel, and then I went home to bed again. In the morning we were to meet up for our final breakfast together, and they had to head back to real life before work and school on Monday.
So morning came, I drove to the hotel, and sure enough, they were still packing up. There is this trait in my family that all the girls possess. Perhaps it’s a trait inherent in all females everywhere… But we just can’t seem to be ready on time.
Slowly but surely, though, it happened. The van was ready to be packed.
And finally, after loading luggage, beginning the caravan only to have it immediately broken by honking horns and waving arms and a phone call–“turn around! Mike forgot to take his medicine!”–we were on our way. Sort of.
I was confused when I pulled up BEHIND my mom’s van, after she had to turn around, go back to the hotel, and I went straight for the restaurant… But life is filled with wonders and mysteries.
Breakfast was delicious, I had fresh fruit and salad and another egg sandwich, and coffee… oh, coffee… and we got a nice girl to take our picture outside.
Then we drove back to the hotel where it was time to say goodbyes. I am always smacked by an intense sadness AFTER cars have driven away, one the person I’ll be missing is actually out of sight, and so it was difficult to get into the little red car and drive away from the big pink van with the knowledge that it would be at least another month before seeing any of them again. This is the life on the road, I guess.
Nikki was still around, and I didn’t plan to leave that day, so we got dinner later on in the evening. Hacienda is a nice little mexican restaurant, and I love their food, but I had to laugh when I found this still-labeled lemon in Nikki’s Sangria. I’m really glad I didn’t get anything with fruit in it.
Then we were tired, so we got coffee and Nikki found this giraffe. That’s her favorite animal.
And after we had visited a global market and bought far too many sweets, it was time to say goodnight to Nikki and head home to bed yet again.
In the morning, I had to stop into the Alpine Shop where I had gotten my sleeping bag, because I was interested in getting a scarf. One of the employees there also helped outfit me with new insoles for my shoes; I’m hoping they’ll help with the knee pain. To put a cherry on top of the whole visit, another employee named Trip who apparently keeps bees in his backyard gave me backyard honey! So I have more carbs, more arch support, and more neck warmth, all thanks to the Alpine Shop in Kirkwood.
Then I headed to John’s to drop off the car and get some shoulder visitation from Binkers.
John was really kind and drove me through East St. Louis, a not-so-nice area, to the other side of the river. And so, for the first time on the trip, I crossed state lines… in a car.
The rest of the afternoon is pretty sad. John dropped me off at a little park, we said goodbye, and I rode off. There was a decent shoulder, but as soon as I started riding, I could feel my knee pain coming back. I had gotten a late start, and wasn’t able to push too hard because of my knee, and so by the time it was getting dark I hadn’t gone very far at all.
I spent a good hour outside a gas station in the dark in Waterloo, IL, trying to figure out where the heck I was going to sleep. Waterloo is another one of those bigger, spread out cities, and it has a major highway running through the middle, so it wasn’t super safe to be haunting around trying to find a place to sleep, so I started making phone calls. I called an old friend from Webster who lived in Waterloo, but couldn’t get ahold of her. I called the Methodist church and left a message, I called the Baptist church and then the cellphones of the pastor and assistant pastor, and then I called the dispatcher at the police station.
If I haven’t imparted this upon you yet, this idea of fear and unease at not having a safe place to “own” for the night, a place where you are allowed and welcome, I will try again. When it is at or below freezing, and there is not a speck of earth that carries a welcome sign on it, and you don’t really have the money to just pay somebody to take you in, the world suddenly becomes a whole lot less friendly and a whole lot more lonely. The dispatcher sent out an officer to chat with me, because she didn’t really understand what the heck I was trying to tell her over the phone. When he showed up, it took me a minute to explain. I am riding cross-country on this bicycle raising money for a youth shelter in Minnesota. Yes, it’s legitimate. I am just wondering where it’s legal to camp, or if I can warm up at the police station for a few minutes. At this point, I begin to wonder about every conversation I’ve heard between someone experiencing homelessness and someone with authority who has a warm home that they are just inconveniently outside of for the moment. The request for warmth or safety is a pretty simple one.. and at this point I am baffled at anyone’s confusion over so simple a plea.
This is where the magic happens. My phone rings, and the baptist pastor is calling me. I have two options. I am more than welcome to camp outside the Baptist church, and Pastor Steve will tell the Deacon, who also happens to be the Chief of Police, that I’ll be there. Otherwise, since I am having trouble with my knee and it might be nice to have a warm bath or shower, would I let the Baptist church put me up in a motel for the night?
Then the police officer’s phone rings. We are both on the phone, me trying to tell the pastor that really, I can just camp, even though part of me wants to say, “yes, please, I would love a motel room, I hurt and I’m cold and I’m tired”, and the police officer and the deacon discussing my situation.
The officer says to me with a hand over the mouthpiece of the phone–“Abbi, I’m on the phone with the Chief of Police. He wants to know if you’d be interested in a motel room. They’re more than happy, and we all realize you’re in a bit of pain.”–and finally I give in. Pastor Steve takes down my name and date of birth, the police officer tells me just to bike a few blocks, that he’ll drive slowly so I don’t get lost, and why don’t I just leave my bike in the PD garage for the night. It’ll be safe, and he’ll give me a lift to the motel.
So into a cop car I went, after yet another scary situation turned blessing, and slid around on the hard plastic seat and mused at being inside a cop car. The officer expressed how honored he felt to have what seemed like a celebrity riding in his car. How amazed he was to actually be talking to one of those people you only see on the news. How proud of me he was.
Listen, guys… I’m just a girl on a bike with a sore knee. Anyone can find a part of the world that needs help…
But there I was, the subject of somebody’s awe. And then we pulled up at the motel and he made sure I was all settled, and then I found the ice machine and got to icing.
That pretty much sums up St. Louis and Waterloo. I fell asleep nervous about the next day of riding, and hopeful that ice was my magic cure, and dreamt about the cops.
A huge thank you to the Waterloo Police Department, and First Baptist Church of Waterloo. You guys have no idea how much the tiniest efforts mean.