A century plus one mile.

         Leavng Royal Center, the wind was at my back.  By noon I had clock on fifty-six miles.  Am hour off in Lagro, another dying small town, I decided to see what was in my energy reserves.   The humidity was down so I began knocking off the miles, watching the corn and soybean crops fly by.  Seventies, eighties, nineties, I stopped with one mile to go to fill up my water bottles.  Let"s not rush things. Over the top and one mile to grow on.  I rolled into Zanesville and stopped at the only market.  Thinking I had another twenty-six miles to before I could land a decent place to crash, I fueled up with a pizza, classic coke, Vitamin drink and an ice cream sandwich ( I can stuff your face with anything I want and not have to worry about the fat grams in the slightest.) the store owner  that an English biker had come through four hours early and was headed for Monroeville. Off hand she also mentioned a warmshowers person two houses down.  Bingo, I called the person and here I am by his pool with a cold beer. I could have shattered my personal best but the arms and the feet were feeling the stress of a long day.  There is a long way to go, why over do it.  

     No music today, just listened to the sounds of nature around me.  All the roads were small county roads where a cars are a novelty. A good day once again.  Tomorrow, I will cross into Ohio.