Woke up this morning to 32 degrees, the blankets kept me from having to pile on clothes to stay warm. I had a 29 degree once doing exactly that. The mosquito netting keeps the heat in, strange but true. At 9:01 I pulled out Pin Oak Creek campsite headed for Cuba. Hills and valleys must of the way, go like hell down the hill and try to make it up the next without having to shift into my granny chainring gear. I walked two hills rather than try to be iron man and needlessly waste energy. Route 66 parallels interstate 40 to the point of being only forty feet away from semi trucks, RVs, SUVs and sedans cramming the highway, on Sunday no less. GPS steered me onto a few hard packed dirt roads which were picturesque but difficult to gain any speed combined with clouds of dust from passing cars. I did meet one interest farmer whose first generation Italian father purchased a beautiful secluded farm in 1942. As I was riding away he shout that he would make me an Italian dinner on my return trip. Three hours along I stopped at a gas/convenience store and went door for a Dairy Queen Blizzard. I love the place. After over forty miles of up snd down I arrived at Meramec Valley campground. Pretty much deserted, I set up can where I wanted. The camp store was closed and I didn’t have much road food to suffice for dinner. Dialing around I lucked out with Pizza Hut, they delivered. Being out in the country most of the time it is hard to find a place to stay without wearing my to down to exhausting trying reach a town having accommodations. Tomorrow may be only a bit over thirty miles to Rolla where there will be places to bunk up.
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