50 miles, 812 total.
More wonderful riding. Thankfully, the hilltains (this is a combination of “hill” and “mountain” — the word “hill” just doesn’t describe riding up, up, up in your lowest gear for miles at the time) — the hilltrains are leveling out and now the terrain is gently rolling and snaking through farm fields and small towns.
Another group member and I were in charge of dinner last night. We rode a couple of miles to the Krogers store . . . and once we had purchased our groceries, found that they wouldn’t fit in our panniers. I had to apply my charm in the parking lot to get a generous person to drive several bags to the little park where we were grilling. People really have been uncommonly accommodating.
Off for a 45-mile day today . . . sunny and little wind!