Yesterday’s weather forecast included chances of rain for the first time in the trip. Supposedly, it was going to Wednesday night. If it did, I didn’t hear a thing. The morning was overcast, but not really cold. Thinking that it was going to rain on us any minute, I was wearing a wind shirt which I had to take off a couple miles later to make sure I didn’t burst into flame.
Sascha and I found a little group 
to ride with which was really nice. We were able to ride and chat with some of the rest of the Hell Week folks. We meet a couple of guys from the Minneapolis area and a triathlete couple from the Dallas area. There were about eight of us, and we were riding comfortably together for most of the route. We eventually got together that evening for a beer garden experience at a restaurant with live music and what I assume to be real cowboys.
The best thing about the ride was the lack of wind. In fact, I have photographic evidence 
of same showing some flags which aren’t moving. Quite possibly, this is some kind of record. Today’s rest stop was at a place called Harry’s
in Willow City. The fellow behind the bar was, presumably, Harry. He had an interesting way of dealing with his customers. One of the bellas bloged about her experience. Mine when something like this.
Me: How is the Alamo Golden Ale?
Him: It’s horrible, want to try it?
Me: Sure!
Harry’s also had some interesting door art, a bottle cap collection, and apparently everyone and their dog has scribbled something on the walls.
We actually got to go back to Harry’s on Friday’s route, but that will have to wait for bloging about today’s ride sometime tomorrow.
