The campsite chosen last night.
Innocent enough during the daylight.
Hellish after dark.
Other than last night we really haven't experienced a bad night's stay. Usually the places we stop are very inviting.
This is a cyclist only lodging in Monroeville Indiana. It's hosted by a guy named Warren. He's not even a cyclist. Just a really nice guy. In exchange for being a cyclist we received laundry service, access to a kitchen, sleeping cots, and a shelter for the night. No wifi though. What the hell? Bullshit.
Dinner
Pizza
Macaroni
Wine(s)
Fish Sandwiches
Assorted Deserts
While Watching Indiana Jones
On VHS
Purchased from Monroeville Dollar Store
Then we went further into Indiana.
I want to preface this state with a few sweeping generalizations about the people of Indiana.
1) They like grass and all grass accessories. People cut their lawns. A lot.
3) They drive on roads that are quaint as shit. (see pics below)
2) They enjoy leaving their dogs off leash.
4) Everyone is nice.
5) Roads go North South. Roads go East West. It's hard to get lost.
In the words of Brett, "Man, I can really settle down here".
Quaint roads forever.
Gentle rollers through the countryside.
Long flat roads. Perfectly paved.
Bike paths in Indiana are AT (That's A capital plus)
More Bike Paths
Tree Canopies. Lots of them. Disgusting.
Popcorn dispensing mechanism for further Indiana enjoyment.
How I know I Am Hungry
1) I want to eat everything with my hands. Caveman style. I sometimes give into that want.
2) I get inexplicable cravings for guacamole. The most delicious of foods.
3) I stop to drink water and end up eating 800 calories.
4) I pick the corner booth in restaurants so I can eat more akin to an animal.
5) Family size isn't enough.
Finally...
Buck's Math Formulas To Live By
Planning Route With Alcohol Law = (10km added to route)(amount of alcoholic beverages)
Actual Miles Ridden Alcohol Law = (-10km from route)(amount of alcoholic beverages imbibed)
Just About Halfway There
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