A stinky soggy Boy Blunder that has ridden 242 miles through 90 degree heat, thunderstorms and a morning of constant rain since his last shower. Nor have the clothes been washed. Pukey! I'm not sure I even want to defile my sleeping bag by getting into it.
Today was blah. The weather was poor, my mood matched it and I struggled to get to 104 miles. That left me camping behind a feed store in Ben Davis, MO. A thick cold fog had rolled in and I couldn't push myself to do another 20 miles which would have put me on another court house lawn. But at least it would have been in a town with a restaurant. This town doesn't have a population. Must be just Mr. Ben Davis.
Tomorrow, I descend out of the Ozarks and will make it almost to Kansas. Right now, I'm 165 miles away.
Wow! I stink! I want to wrap my feet in plastic bags and bury them!
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