|Jon, John Karras, and myself (Krissy) in Stratford, Ia|
Finally, we had to press on. Jon (my dad) was a bulldog on the hills for most of the day. Eighty miles on that heavy bike plus the wind catching sign on the back, made for some difficult riding, so I offered to do the last 20 miles on it. From the moment I got going, all I could think was "how did he do this for 8 miles?!" The amount of strength and perseverance to get through even one mile seemed like too much for me, and I'm a pretty strong rider, but this was crazy! With my dad by my side though, we made it, and rolled into Webster City in the early evening hours. It had been an extremely long and tough day, but one that meant so much to both of us. When we got to our overnight house we hugged for a minute, not believing we were finally done, and full of emotion from knowing why we were set on finishing that day. All of this was for Grandpa.