We started out our day with an early stop, only 3 miles in, to play in some wheat while someone stretched. Just as we were about to leave, a guy pulled up and told us we could come see his plane too if we wanted. So naturally, this first stop lasted somewhere between. 30-45 minutes and was totally worth it. 





We rode for a bit, but knew that lunch would not be until far later, so we stopped in a town to snack briefly. In this town, we found the most wonderful motel ever:
This day was so jam packed with goodness that I'm skipping a lot, but after our snack stop, we rode all the way to lunch where we crossed our HALFWAY mark. That's right. 1910 (official) miles down. 1910 ( official) miles to go. Considering all the random detours and reroutes, we've ridden a lot further and have a lot further to go, but it's fun to have a moment to recognize all that's done and all that's left to do.
After lunch, I realized how dehydrated I was. I kind of zoned out, and fell asleep at one of our stops. Eventually we made it back to the host, where I slept all evening. I don't understand how I could ever be tired again. Luckily, I was riding with a pretty stellar crew that could stop for any need and pushed me through (whether I was consciously pedaling or just kind of there) until the end.




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