Day 29 - The Day the Music Died

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!!! 

 

Is this sign trying to suggest that I hitch a buggy to the Mule?  I'm already carrying enough, thank you very much.

Is this sign trying to suggest that I hitch a buggy to the Mule?  I'm already carrying enough, thank you very much.

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?!