The closer I get to Fargo the harder this ride seems to be. Today, 30 mph gusts of wind made the day seem endless and I now have yet another cold. I guess it’s the price you pay when you’re in tight quarters at night with 15 other people. Bike plague 2 has struck and we have a number of people coming down with this respiratory infection. It’s not Covid so we’ll carry on. I know I’ve been crying “poor me “ lately but it’s been a little disheartening. I don’t want to crawl into Fargo the way I did Bar Harbor. I need to put my big boy pants on and quite whining.
Beautiful but windy
I don’t have much to write about tonight or maybe that’s just an excuse to go to bed early.
Jeff fighting the wind.
Big John is sick and done for the day.
Tomorrow is another day.
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