Have you heard of Ragbrai?
If you’re from Iowa, you likely have. It’s a HUGE bike ride across Iowa. The ride starts at the west border along the Missouri river and ends a week later at the east border and the Mississippi river. I had never heard of it until we moved to Iowa. It’s been going on for years and attracts thousands.
This year, the route was across the northern part of Iowa. You can see the route in the picture.
When I say thousands…I mean thousands.
One year when I was on the library board of directors, the route took riders right through Waucoma. Community groups got together and put up food stands to feed all the riders coming through. It is massive. At that time I knew so little about it and when I heard people say thousands..or when I heard people say it attracts people from all over the world, I was sure they were lying. WRONG. It’s the truth.
The ride is very organized. Bicycle riders have a designated route. They have to leave towns by a certain time and have to arrive at a certain time. They can only stay overnight in designated towns. It makes it easier for all the host towns. Each day the riders ride anywhere between 50 and 70 miles. The ride goes on regardless of the heat (which is always the end of July and the hottest days of the year here) and regardless of the weather…rain or shine.
Another year the ride went past the farm where Hubby works. We were living there then. Our kids sat on lawn chairs at the end of the driveway and greeted riders. They would often give the kids pencils or other trinkets as the passed. It was fun.
Well this year the ride is going through Castalia. We go to church in Castalia so church is having a food stand. Pies are the main thing they are selling so pie making is what Kelli and I needed to do.
We opted to make strawberry pies. Pie have been know to be a big seller for to the bike riders. We are day 6 of the ride so I am figuring the riders might be interested in something beyond the usual apple or cherry….We had pie making day on Tuesday evening after childcare.
Here are the first six from the oven…half baked at Kalissa’s house, half at mine.
Then another three were made before we were finished.
I know it’s bad to say, but one of these stayed at my house…and one at Kelli’s. But I looked at it this way….we were never asked to make pies. We completely volunteered. So whatever they got was more than they thought they’d have.
I actually like to make pies. I sure wish I did it more often. It really isn’t that hard either. I know one thing for sure, making a pie (or even nine of them) is MUCH easier and more enjoyable (at least in my opinion) then riding a bike across the state of Iowa.