I woke up at 5 o’clock hoping to be on the road by 6:30. There’s always one more thing…. I left at seven. The first 30 miles were magical- I was flying. The wind didn’t seem very strong; the grasses were hardly moving but something was propelling me. Even after I turned west. Then the wind picked up and was in my face. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. 

As I was approaching the entrance ramp for I-80, I met another tourer from Seattle named Brad who was also going to Rawlings. I went ahead of him and never saw him again. Hopefully we’ll meet again. He also does the double bubble butt technique for butt pain. 
Riding on the interstate for thirteen miles was noisy but otherwise easy. You get a generous shoulder with an appropriately placed rumble strip. 
The last 12 miles were somewhat tedious with the strong headwind. Just hunkered down and got er done. 

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      After doing laundry, I went grocery shopping. Peter made some  salsa verde and we had quesadillas for dinner. We met some interesting folks, Jeff and Merri, from St Louis who sold their house and bought a 27 foot airstream and have been on the road for 2 years. 

I feel better today than I have since getting sick last Friday. Hope I’m over the hump.  Tomorrow is a big day with heavy wind predicted.