Today started out with like 40 miles of crazy beautiful rolling hills. Our first pit stop was at small bakery that could have been on a food network special of america's best kept secrets. We passed through all these small charming towns that made me think about how there is much that america is made of, I know so many people who can't handle the thought of not being in a big city, or prefer nyc over boston because its always awake and hustling, but when you break it down, america is huge and there's so much unique aspects in every town. We passed a funeral home called beer and story, which seemed oddly appropriate for a funeral home because sometimes when you lose someone you get together to drink beer and tell stories. The last 20 miles of the day were a relentess uphill in our granniest of granny gears. Chafing is definitely making an appearance and my fancy lady parts are not at all feeling fancy anymore. On each uphill goat and I question our ability to have kids after this ride. Tonight we are sleeping an AT hostel called the birdcage and it was awesome to swap stories with thruhikers. A van full of us went to old country buffet for dinner and we all ate so so much. Ocb is now called ocd in my book b/c there is so much going on there. We clocked in about 85 miles today and got as fast as 30 mph on this one down hill, which when you have a 65 lbs trailor on your butt can be a little crazy.
Song of the day: she woke me up with a bang bang turning over cross eyed had a hunch that world was a big lie,went over to the wayside looking for a high tide... - dispatch
Quote of the day: MY GOD IT FEELS SO GOOD, IT FEELS SO GOOD WHEN YOU SIT BACK DOWN
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