Marshfield, MO

My breakfast was at Corky’s Cafe in Golden City. I was stuffed, and didn’t have room for the famous pie. But I did get to sign their book. Other cyclists had left valueable tips on the road ahead.
Possibly the first pig farm I had ever seen in my life.
Common terrain in the area.
Road labeling.

I made it to Ash Grove at 1:20 for lunch. At Huffman’s Restaurant, the Huffmans told me that a couple had left at 9 am that morning, heading for Marshfield. Right then, I decided that Marshfield would be my stop for the night.

The grass grows so fast, they seem to be constantly mowing.
I know this is a picture of lunch and not dinner, because I wouldn’t have a chocolate malt for dinner – at least, not at that point in my life. This is Huffman’s Restaurant, where I met the very friendly owners, Cotton and Mary Ann Huffman.

There were some minor annoyances in getting to Marshfield. Some sections of the road had fresh, sticky tar, with loose gravel. The gravel would fly up and stick to me and the bike.

The only bait vending machine I’d ever encountered. Makes sense.

At Marshfield, I called city hall to ask about camping in the city park. I told the man that I was at the Conoco across from Wal-Mart. He mistakenly thought I meant the other Cononco, and gave me wrong directions. Eventually, I found the park. It was about 2 miles from the business district, and had no showers. I searched carefully for the cycling couple. Had I found them, I would have stayed. As it was, I decided to go back, have Cavatini at Pizza Hut, and get a motel room. I had logged 90 miles that day.

Motel view at sunset.
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