The route was 61 miles but we added five in search of lunch in Crook. By then it was 3pm and the wind was gusting harder. And harder. And harder.
To give you an idea of how exhausting riding into a stiff wind can be, here's a picture of Kieran at the start of the day and another at mile 45 in Sedgwick:
At dusk it began to drizzle--more like a severe mist--but we pushed on, arriving in town at 8:15 pm. We got the last room at the Holiday Motel and promptly collapsed.
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