R16 6 What's 2 Divided by 2?

We leaned our bikes against the wall of the coffee shop and began the first debiking of the trip. Remove sweat-soaked gloves. Remove sweaty-helmet. Find wallet. Find phone. Sweat on both. Forget water bottles. Scuttle back out to get forgotten water bottles. Turn off airplane mode. 

The Brick Street Books and Cafe is a very cute little coffee shop and bookstore on the square in Adel. I believe it is run in cooperation with one of the halfway houses or rehab facilities in town, so the service is always a bit ad-hoc, but they have decent coffee and snacks and it was fabulously air conditioned. 

Brick Street 

We went to the counter to order. I ordered an iced coffee and a water. "Normie, do you want to split a cinnamon roll?" Obviously. 

Would have been more fun to go to The Craptain's Quarters just down the street but it wasn't open yet.  

"I want a cinnamon roll. Can I pick out my own?" Steven asked the gal at the counter, who was happy to oblige. Steven picked out the biggest, frostingest roll in the counter and we sat down to sweat all over the wooden chairs and table near the front of the shop. 

While we ate, we chatted. 

And snapchatted. 

Bee-boop-bee-boop. 

And excused ourselves to use the bathroom. 

Steven's gams after our muddy ride through Clive.

And drank as much ice water as we could guzzle. 

It's so peaceful and cool here. 

And thought about our life and the choices that led us to be doing this, instead of spending a relaxing Wednesday morning in a coffee shop. 

"Norman," Steven asked, stirring me out of my thoughts, "do you want to split another cinnamon roll?"

Yup. And so we did. Both because they were delicious and we were reluctant to leave this little oasis.

But the road was calling, the day was heating up, and we had a lot of miles left to cover if we wanted to make it to Anita.