The Ragbrai chapter of my life has ended. Probably. We’ll see. I’d like to go back again someday, maybe when my publishing schedule is better arranged to slide in training. Here are some pictures in case you missed them on Twitter (I’m @AuthorLeeFrench).
First pie of Ragbrai, actually had at Shari’s in Moses Lake, WA.
My home away from home for the week of Ragbrai. This year, I splurged and got the tent rental from Pork Belly Ventures. Worth it.
A nice, welcoming touch in Orange City, IA.
I think I got snookered with store-bought pie this time.
The best pie of Ragbrai 2017. Blueberry with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
A town called Mallard where they make duck jokes. I’m so surprised. There was a rubber ducky race in town, and a lady holding a sign that said “Release the Quackin'”. The picture didn’t turn out. Alas.
Breakfast on Day 7. By then, it’s just like, to heck with yogurt, let’s skip to the pie. The banana made it healthy, of course.
Me at the end. Look how relieved I am to only have about one mile left to go. It’s like Ragbrai is hard work or something.
If I ever go back, I’m going to angle for a really difficult year, like the least flat ever, or the longest, or something.
Next up is a trip to Indianapolis, IN for Gencon. I like the show a lot, and this is Gencon’s 50th year. If you’re going, take a moment to wander the Author’s Avenue aisles. I’ll be the one in the hat with the dragon on top. Say hi and ask for a demo of Dwago.