50 miles
We got out a good start in the
morning with a regular American breakfast. I’m sick of American food. It’s so unhealthy. If I’m forced to eat another burger because the only other things they have to eat are hot dogs, French fries, fried chicken, I think I’ll create a permanent fried food baby in my stomach. Highway 2 hugged the river valley and train tracks today so there weren’t too many hills.
Then the bugs started, mosquitoes, gnats. I could barely stop to re-apply my sunscreen. Erica had to keep biking slowly to keeps the bugs off her. When we stopped for the night, I had to wash off the gnats in the shower.
We saw a yellow plane, crop dusting a huge field. We saw it arrive and by the time we passed the field, it was flying away. We left the Indian Reservation behind and stopped for an ice cream cone but it seemed like the establishment had just opened so they only had chocolate and vanilla. We of course had vanilla. I can’t wait to get a shake from In N Out or better yet a malt from Portillo’s. I know my cake-shake loving friends can appreciate that. (You know who you are, Cory, Jamie, Gretchen, Morgan, Mia, Katy, Lucas, Nick!) Not too much wind today so that was good but another stormy forecast landed us in another motel watching crappy TV. I got the first shower and apparently used up all the hot water so Erica got a little bit cold, oops!
