A day of trials.
My tire is trash. Though I could maybe put it back together with some rubber cement and ingenuity, but no luck. my little patch job got us 10 miles down the road to Parshall, where I had to change it lest I tempt fate. Putting it all back together my deraileur was messed up, so had to fix that. Finally got out of Parshall around noon, made it about 15 miles and had a blow out. Turns out my spare tire has a big hole in the side of it. Luckily, Amanda had a trick she learned from a friend who races road bikes. You can protect your tube by putt a folded dollar bill over the whole in your tire.
That got us to Garrison, but it was a long slow day. We didn't eat lunch until 3pm, and were exhausted 20 miles out. We were supposed to ride on another 9 miles to camp, but Amanda said we should go ask the Bed and Breakfast if we could camp in their yard. So we did.
Joanne, the owner of the Bed and Breakfast who sounds just like Marge from Fargo, graciously let us camp. She also let us shower, fix dinner on her stove, eat in her kitchen, watch The Family Guy - much needed laughs after today - and sleep on her floor when we got stormed out of our tent in the middle of the night. Such generosity. Such hospitality.
Thanks Joanne. If you don't sell it, we'll send everyone we know going through North Dakota your way.
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What's the name of Joanne's bed and breakfast?
The Robin's Nest B&B
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