We had to cross some more mountains today. I don't know where they keep coming from, but if we cross a mountain range in Nebraska, I'm gonna lose it. Today it was the Judith Mountains, and the crossing was pretty tame. People tell us that was the last major climb, but I'm prepared not to believe anything anyone tells me at this point.
We did hit some flats after we left the Judiths, and we managed to cruise pretty fast the 80 miles to our camping spot, which was supposed to be behind a bed and breakfast. We both had visions of some cute old place out on the range, with lots of trees, and french toast in the morning. Instead we got a nasty climb up a gravel road to somebody's ranch house built in 1982, with biting flies, and nobody was home. It was a pretty weird setup, so we threw back some calories and prepared for our first century.
Twenty more miles to Sand Springs. There's no population for Sand Springs or a sign. I think the population is one. There is a store/post office and an old woman lives next to the store/post office. She unlocked a bathroom for us and gave me the granola from my mom. We sat in the rocking chairs out front of the store as the sun went down and camped out back to the sounds of the coyotes and sheep.
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