Not much to say about today. The band broke up. I felt compelled to keep going with the 100+ mile days, and that didn't quite jive with Alex and Chris. I don't blame them. It doesn't jive with my butt either.
A teary goodbye (likely brought on by allergies, but hey, could have been emotions) occured in a Conoco in Marshfield, MO. No more drafting. No more bubbling. Such sadness.
On the 30 miles after Marshfield, before Hartville (where I made camp), I encountered more and more hills. I kinda like 'em. ROLLER COASTER!!!
I camped in front of the court house in Hartville. They heard I was a law student, and just couldn't turn me away. Ha. Ha. Just kidding. I did run into some other cyclists camping there too though (4panniers.wordpress.com = Jon). They were coming from the direction I was heading in, so I learned a bit about the road ahead. Guess what, more hills.
I'm typing this during breakfast on the morning of Day 30. Has it really been 30 days?!