2142.5 miles
We had some punk teenagers mess with us in the middle of the night. It was shortly after I had fallen asleep. They came over stood around our tent and just started screaming. Amanda saw them walk up, so she realized what was happening, but I woke up terrified that we were being attacked, and was halfway out of the tent before I understood what was happening. You are charming Platte, particularly your library, but your children have nothing to do.
When the bored teens left a storm blew in. It was a big one to. Rain blew in under the fly and the tent was like a sail, but we stayed reasonably dry and when the howling died down we caught a few hours sleep.
The storm did finally switch the winds. They were blowing hard out of the Northwest this morning bringing in cold air from Canada. So, it was a perfect day of riding. We had 15-20mph winds to our backs with highs in the mid-70's. We flew down the road for 135 miles. Yes, 135 miles in one day. It was amazing.
Our goal was 105 to Yankton, but at lunch, roughly 50 miles in, we figured that if we made Yankton by 5pm, to check the mail, we could push on to Vermillion. It was going to be close so we rode hard.
We made Yankton just before five, and dashed into the Post Office. There was no mail, and just as we turned to leave, they shut the gates over the windows and closed the post office down. We had just made it, but now we could ride on to Vermillion.
Unfortuanetly, our adrenaline crashed just outside Yankton, so we really had to push the last thirty miles, but we rolled in victorious. 135 miles, damn.
No pictures from today. All we did was ride - hard and fast.
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