I’ll sum up today in a sentence. The razor wire wind cut through me slicing flesh from bone before pushing the flat roads into mountains.
I begin noticing some different landscapes mixed into the same old Kansas that has held me captive for days.
The wind was strong early in the day with the promise to lighten around noon so I waited to begin my 50 mile ride to Great Bend.
The campsite at the Central Baptist Church yard is inviting and friendly. I walk a few blocks and bought groceries for dinner. John and Donna, members of the church, stopped by to welcome me and visit.
The temperature is cool and the forcast is a low of 47° with 15 mph wind, I’ll sleep in my sleeping bag tonight.