We roused ourselves close to 09:30 and got a slow start.
As we got started Brad pointed off to the right into a field and yelled something I couldn't understand. I looked over and saw a dead cow, he then repeated "dear" and I was confused. I soon came to realize that he was referring to the deer behind the dead cow.
In Doyle we had an interesting encounter with a guy at the grocery store who, as best we can determine, was trying to decided if we were Mormon missionaries or not.
A gentle side wind turned into a frustrating head wind as the day progressed. Six more hours riding only gave us 10 more miles over yesterday.
We stopped at the Safeway in Susanville and Brad was totally stoked on the (homeless?) vet, named John Grace "The Baptist" the third, playing coronet out front. He sat and talked to him and recorded him with the $7 thrift store tape recorder he found at some. In his words it was "the highlight of the trip so far".
It was getting late so I started freaking out trying to get us out of town before sundown. We made it out Hwy 139 about two miles before pulling off to camp. Down the road was the circus; they played cool Eurodance music all night; Brad was not happy.
andrew
We went hunting and shot 2305 lbs but could only carry 200 lbs back.
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