We road the washboard road from hell today. Our gauge as to how bad it was was to guess how many eggs we broke while traveling it. The guesses ranged from two to six. Surprisingly it was only one. We ride backroads often, usually lovely and meandering off into the distance. The road I mention here had some lovely parts as well, but several miles were slow, dusty and bumpy. Lily said she was wishing for 1000 sprinklers or a magic wand to smooth the way. I prayed aloud to random deities in a deep voice that resonated in the tones of Tibetan monks accentuated by the vibrations of the road. Sylvie and Lily got a chuckle out of this. Eventually we found both good pavement and a sprinkler to run through. We are now camped out on the lawn of Cassey and Tim who have been kind enough to host us. Yet again, American hospitality is hard to beat. We find traveling by bicycle is a good way to renew faith in humanity, should such faith be waining.
An abundant and fecund sense of humor is also a worthy traveling companion through paradoxia...........
Andy
God bless
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