One Short Day in the Golden City

One short day, full of much pie to eat.
What a way to be seeing the country,
Where so many drive to,
Thomas and I will ride to,
And then just like that we can sayyyy
We're just two friends, two good friends, two BEST friends,
Sharing one wonderful bikeacrossthe U-S-A!
(for all my friends who aren't Wicked fans, that was a reference to a wicked song "one short day"(in the emerald city) you should look it up and then just listen to the whole musical, because it rocks.)

Anyways, from Marshfield, we rode t about 80 miles to Golden City, with a nice lunch stop in Ash Grove where we dined with Miles, one of the Brits, they were gonna stay in Ash Grove for the night.
The last 33.5 miles were awesome and we flew through them, and after today we say goodbye to Missouri and hello to the flat land of Kansas.
I really liked Missouri; as I've already mentioned, it's just super beautiful with great rolling hills and awesome farm land, and the Ozarks are my favorite mountain range so far; so much kinder than the Appalachians.
A few key points about Missouri: it is the land of multi-colored pavements-I think we've rode on black, grey, white, red, purple-ish, and orangey. They have a fine of $1000 dollars for littering, which puts them at double kentucky's concern, and $950 more than Illinois, what a clean-thinkin' state! And they have armadillos! Though I've only seen them dead on the side of the road.
Goodbye, Missouri. And thanks for a great end to it, Golden City (two pieces of pie (dutch blueberry and coconut cream) and a great dinner, plus a shower at the park).

Another something I ponder from the road: why do hills look so steep from a distance, like they're literally walls I will splat into, until a few yards out and then they flatten like crazy? Answers?

Roadkill count: 432