Who’s got the Bengay and Tiger Balm and Blue Emu and Lidocaine? Another 102 today for a total of 547 this week, and our joints are creaking like carnival ride steel.
Roadside sunflowers swayed in the breeze, all pointed east like golden pennants waving us home. Horn honks helped us battle the unceasing headwind all the way to Bismarck. Low on time and options, we binged beef at Mickey D’s, which was produced and consumed in record time.
Legs groaning like ship hulls in a squall, we reached a KOA Campground on the far side of Bis to collapse into our canvas dinghies as the tides of dreams pulled us out from shore. Tomorrow we rest in Comfort. Comfort Inn. We hear they have a water slide. Does it take bikes? Do tire tubes double as inner tubes? Do 10 rabid cyclists eat 4000 calories or more in increasingly primal fashion? The answers lie beyond the curtain of dawn.
