The wind had shifted just enough--maybe 25 or 30 degrees--that it hit the back of our right shoulders instead of the front. The difference was 5mph, up to 14 or 15.
Along the way I enjoyed the precursor to energy bars--a bagel with cream cheese.
Grand Island is a pretty big town and took a long time to get through. I almost kept us on US 30, which we've been on since Big Springs on day four, instead of taking 34 toward Aurora.
Then I started getting rear flats, three in the last 25 miles of our day. I think I fixed the issue by repositioning the rim tape.
The Platte River was deep and majestic, which anyone who knows the Platte realizes doesn't happen very often.
At 9:15, running out of daylight, we decided to stop at a farm. It turned out that Walt Jacobs was the owner, and the farm had been founded by his grandfather in 1889.
Walt graciously offered us a place among the trees and signed our Monte's Ride flag for us.
Tomorrow we'll head through Aurora and on to Seward--and beyond, if the winds turn again, as some meteorologists have predicted, and hurry us east.
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