The wind at my back

     60 miles to Jeffrey,on my new Brooks saddle, one five mile climb, hot as hell but a twenty mph wind at my back for the last 20 miles. When on the road there are long stretches of nothingness so stocking up on water and food is critical.  There is nothing worse than running out of water, hydration is no joke.

    Two other bikers and myself stopped for the night at Jeffrey City.  Through word of mouth I heard of this white church which was derelict but being being slowly fixed up by a small congregation.  Until last week, the roof leaked and it was necessary to set up a tent inside the building.  The place is primitive but charmingly funky.  Several rooms with carpeting, shower and kitchen; fits the bill for us tired cyclists. No one is around, the back door is unlocked and you can make a donation if you like.  I love this trip!