Ninety two miles in one day with a headwind

       One small town after another but at least the distances between them were manageable.  Larned was to short a ride so I went the distance to get to Sterling. My new Brooks saddle stubbornly refuses to break in so you can imagine how my derrière feels after a slog of ninety two miles.  Every muscle in my body is feeling the abuse.  

      Sterling has a really upscale park, lake, pool and shower facilities.  I died and went to heaven when I hopped in the hot shower.  The last four towns had only cold or Luke cold water.  Tonight I will sleep like I am dead.

        The ride today consisted of gentle rolling hills lined with farms growing corn and milo.  It would have been more enjoyable if it weren't for mild but persistent headwind.  I stopped several times to rest the body and somehow managed to nurse myself into Sterling.  The town has real done a nice job on their Main Street, someone has it right unlike the other small towns. Perhaps Stering College has attracted a well educated group of people who have some culture.  The Sterling Cafe of  seventy years was delicious and will be revisited tomorrow morning for breakfast.  

My house on wheels is set up in the park and I am head straight for the land of nod.