Day 96, cruising along

Today I feel a lot better.

I police officer showed up around midnight in the disc golf course. He was shining his light around, as if looking for something, but after discovering my tent and bike, promptly left without saying anything.

His footsteps woke me up, and it felt like it wasn't a normal routine check. Not sure who saw me, because I was half a mile down a dirt road, hidden behind a thicket of trees.

But I slept soundly the rest of the night.

Here is a view from my tent.

I also fixed the Netflix issue. In the future, I will definitely just fix the problem myself.

The road from Windom, Minnesota, is not great - the highway has an awful shoulder. Less than an hour pedaling from my camp spot, I turned on a rural paved road. I wouldn't pass through anything for quite a while, but at least I could ride on the road, without braving the gravel shoulder for miles with two lanes of semi trucks thundering past me.

Upon entering Minnesota, I noticed a lot of these art boards hung above garage doors and barn walls.

This little place sold them.

I am not sure what they signify, but I enjoy seeing the variety.

Seventy five miles later, I stopped in Mapleton, Minnesota. They have an amazing city park, but sparsely populated with trees and cover. I'd have to wait until dark to setup camp.

Dinner was tuna wraps. There are pouches of flavored tuna you can purchase at Walmart, HyVee, etc. that are absolutely fantastic in a pinch. Throw it on a tortilla with whatever condiments are lying around in your bags, and you have a protein rich, tasty road dinner. No cooking necessary.

Another police officer rolled up around sunset, but just told some of the kids at the park to go home; their mother was waiting for them. I feel like that is the epitome of a small, midwest town.

I pitched my tent and crashed.

Tomorrow, I planned to head into the city and visit some friends that I met at the Devil's Tower a few weeks ago.

Joe