RAGBRAI L, Day Two, July 24, 2023

Storm Lake to Carroll, 62 miles, 1,818 feet of climb

Having weathered Day One, I anticipated a relatively uneventful Day Two. Route featured fewer hills and less miles, and the heat wasn’t yet oppressive. Once again, though, I was done in by signage trying to find my charter campsite.

After pedaling over 60 miles, I found myself at an intersection wondering if I still had a ways to go to my charter campsite or had I passed it? There were a handful of others at this same intersection, so I called out to see if anyone was using the same charter. Turns out, another rider responded, and said he was trying to find the campsite as well. He was on the phone with one of the charter owners, got directions and told me that we had passed the signs a few blocks back. So I followed him to the turn and we made it to the campsite. Now I had to find my tent.

I had opted in on tent and baggage service with my charter, which meant I didn’t have to schlepp anything from the trucks. But I still had to find my tent, and needed to find one of the staff to point me in the right direction. That resolved, I had one more item to take care of.

As I previously wrote, I had to get the second charter to bring my bike in its travel case to charter one’s campsite on Saturday. The driver of the van who brought it to me took off before I could have him take the case back to the other campsite. So now I was stuck with my bike case, and the head of my charter did not want to truck it from town to town. His reasoning, which totally made sense, is that if the charter carried everyone’s bike boxes and cases they’d have no room left for luggage and campsite equipment.

I needed to get my case to the other charter. And, of course, I had no cell service in Carroll, so I couldn’t contact the owner of the other charter. I prevailed on one of the staff for his cell phone, made contact and arrangements to bring the case to him. Luckily, staff needed to make an ice run to Casey’s (local version of 7-Eleven), which was right by the other charter’s campsite. We made the handoff and headed to Casey’s.

While at Casey’s I purchased a sandwich and some more Hawkeye Vodka. Standing in the checkout line, I struck up a conversation with another rider. We shared observations on the first two days of RAGBRAI L, and both agreed that it was hot and hilly. He was from Sioux City, and said he was considering bailing out, anticipating even harder rides and hotter days ahead. I wished him luck, paid for my stuff, and joined the staff back to the campsite.

Author: brianbartleyberlin

Adventure cyclist. No spandex, carbon fiber or cleats. My ride is a 2010 Surly Long Haul Trucker, made of steel, built to last.

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