Binford to Page, ND
It is 6:10 pm and I am just cleaned up (sponge bath in the tiny, dark, city park ballfield restroom) after the day’s ride. I’m now in my civvies, and feeling somewhat human again.
Another tough day on the bike. Severe headwinds for the entire 58 miles, sometimes nearly stopping all forward motion. It was like climbing (which we did a little of, too) for 58 miles. I told Bill that the best part of the day's ride was getting off the bike in Page.
We left Binford around 8 am after a great breakfast at the Binford Café, and then struggled through vast farmland against the wind for 8 hours. Now we are in the Page city park. All three of us are communicating with those back home. When we are finished, we plan to pedal the couple of blocks back into town for a cold beer and something to eat.
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| Me before the huge farm machinery so necessary in this vast agricultural area |
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| Bill (and below, me) "suiting up" in plastic bags for our ride back into town and the Page Cafe |
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| Bill after breakfast at the Page Cafe |
Rain is predicted for tonight as well as 80 mph winds, so the guys have set up under the picnic shelter, but I cannot sleep on concrete with my deflating air mattress. If I did, I would be unable to pedal anywhere in the morning. If the winds hit 80 mph we'll all be blown away, picnic shelter or not, so I’ll take my chances. At least I moved my tent out into the open so that a tree branch cannot fall on me, and I staked it well. It is supposed to rain on us during tomorrow’s 52 miles to Fargo, also. I hope that the rain and storms turn the wind around to our backs.
We were lucky and hit the Page Cafe on $2.00 hamburger night. The cafe is co-operatively owned and operated by the townspeople. Across the street was Ole's Place--a clue that everyone here sounds like they just stepped out of the movie Fargo.
We were lucky and hit the Page Cafe on $2.00 hamburger night. The cafe is co-operatively owned and operated by the townspeople. Across the street was Ole's Place--a clue that everyone here sounds like they just stepped out of the movie Fargo.
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| A group who had gathered for $2 hamburger night at the Page Cafe; after dinner they held a religious meeting behind the French doors to the right |
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| We are not even to Fargo yet, but seem to be in the movie |
Really really looking forward to our rest day in Fargo.
