Down off the mountains, up with the heat

      The local park where I camped was nice with all the surrounding farms and rolling hills; however, the fireworks display put me front and center for most of the night.  Where the official display ended, the unofficial fireworks began.  I slept lightly as the explosions carried on into the earlier hours of the morning.  

       With another hot day over ninety degrees predicted, I shoved off by 8:15.  The wind picked up but was at my starboard rear quarter for most of the way.  Averaging over fifteen mph I breezed into Scott City just after high noon, 49 miles.  Nothing much to see on the way other than huge cooperative silos and endless expanses of wheat fields. I found the one and only restaurant in town serving up a pretty decent Sunday buffet for all of $8.50, extra for the lemonade.  Even wearing my bicycle cloths, I seemed to be reasonably well attired given how others were dressed.   It is appalling how slovenly people look out here and the obesity is rampant.   In all fairness, there were quite a few respectably dressed people there.   

       Just as I was about to head for the local park, which I heard was nice, I checked my Warmshowers app and was surprised to find someone listed.  Dean answered the phone and gave me the high sign to come over.  Thank the travel gods for a place to stay indoors. I walked out onto the street and was blasted  by a wall of heat.  It was ninety-seven degrees!   Summer is here on the Great Plains of Kansas.

       It was nice to be in A/C where I could do my laundry and chill out, so to speak.  With a route changed coming up in a few days, I had a chance to research it online.  The Eastern Kentucky meth/wild dog problem is the main reason for the course change but the summer heat is another reason.  

      Dean and I ate well at a local Mexican restaurant with beer glasses as wide as my thighs.  Now for some serious rack time and an early start.