Mile 1125: Davenport

When we woke up we were determined to begin a fire, a task that had failed the prior night. It was something to get the bugs away, and there were some logs laying around from the adjacent neighbors.

We were looking forward to hitting the bike trail that would take us down the Mississippi River most of the way.

So we had breakfast in Clinton, and in the the hot sun, took the trail down, passing industrial parks, small towns, residential areas, and just when we were running out of energy, we realized our host for the night would meet us to help guide us across the right bridge into Davenport.

Dustin was our host, I didn't know much, except that he had a printing press in his apartment, and that he loved big tire bikes that he could take ANYWHERE. When he met up with us, he didn't say much, but we knew he knew a lot about Davenport and about bikes. He had a another touring cyclist, Stephan that was touring with him.

So, the four of us crossed the bridge, a bridge you could see straight down as you crossed the Mississippi and into Davenport, a suprisingly vibrant city.

Dustin lived in the downtown district in an old warehouse above a newspaper shop. He showed us his printing machines and told us that he would give us the only air-conditioned place in the house.

It was a good night of talking bikes and eating out...and the next day we would have to figure out how to get my dad back to Chicago:)