25/1904
Thunder and lighting strike around 3am, but only a few rain drops.
My fellow cyclists are up and about early and they pack up amazingly fast and we say so-long.
I begrudgingly tend to my flat tire issues and head to a gas stop for Hostess cakes and coffee. I decide to overnight ship a set of new tires to the next town up the road. It's extra pricey for Saturday delivery.
I didn't take many photos on this day. Traffic is crazy out here and I'm buzzed really close on a few occassions even when I'm pulled over as far as possible.
This is one of the only small cemeteries I stopped to check out. Something about the crosses with the windmills in the background grabbed my attention.
Arriving in Scott City is like arriving at a party that ended yesterday- plenty of evidence indicating a good time was once had here. I had great hopes for a town of this size but it seems that Scott City is slowly withering away. Once I check into a weird motel I walk around looking for a bite to eat. It is unbelievably hot here! I sweat like crazy just walking down the street. I gorge myself on Mexican food and Dairy Queen and have to take a seat halfway back to the motel because I feel like I might burst.
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