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After setting-off early I pull over to rest and enjoy the scenery. Yesterday's dip in the river was great, however I placed my shirt on a shrub and re-wore it later. Today I woke up with a massive rash on my torso. Ugh.
This little dude was smack in the middle off the road so I pulled over to give him an express lift to the other side. Lots of other turtles didn't make it : (
close calls and I decide to briefly abandon the ACA route and head to Pilot Knob on a busier route with wider shoulders. A thunderstorm threatens but never materializes as I near Farmington. I'm not sure where Al's Place is exactly, but there are some clear indications of the general direction in which it lies...
The bikes stay downstairs and the bunks are on the second floor
Al's Place is dedicated to the memory of Al Dziewa, a Farmington business owner and avid cyclist.
This place is really nice. Kitchen, laundry, internet and comfortable rooms all available to the weary cyclist for a donation.
I meet a number of other touring cyclists during my stay. I keep to myself in the beginning but I eventually come around and enjoy getting to know my bunk mates. It seems colds and stomach bugs have been common for some riders. I guess I was lucky to have never caught one.
At this point in the trip something changes in me. I've reached a level of exhaustion that challenges my desire to continue. On days to come I struggle with feeling like my heart has somehow fallen out of the trip. Going forward I still have an amazing time, yet I have a greater urgency to get this thing done.
As evening falls tornado sirens blare through the town. No tornado.
I take a day off, or a "zero" as some cyclists call it, the following day to rest and restock. I purchase imitation Ray-Bans and have my first ever White Castle experience. White Castle is weird.





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