The first checkpoint was at 20 miles and I quickly refilled my water bottles because I wanted to keep plugging away. The next stop was at the 50 mile mark in Highmore. It took a while to get there with the wind and I was almost out of fluids. Out here you don't waste your water because there's no place to get more. We had lunch at the bowling alley-cafe-bar in Highmore. Most of us riders stopped there and I think we overwhelmed the place. 25 extra people all at once.
After lunch there was only 25 miles left and the wind did die down a little bit, enough to notice and ride a little faster. We arrived at Miller and I was craving ice cream so I asked a local women. It's at the soda fountain in the Rexall drugs, so small town.
For dinner we went back into town and ate at a recommended place that was ok, nothing to write home about. It's all part of Americana. Aren't we lucky to be able to experience this?!?
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