Sleeping in a tent takes time to get used to, so, since this is only my second overnight in a tent this trip, I did not sleep well. Of course it was chilly when I woke up. A typical driving force to get up for a man my age, is the need the bathroom. The lack of that need spoke to the possibility that I may be dehydrated.

After devotions, I started packing the panniers, rolling up the air mattress and sleeping bag, and attaching them to the bike. The tent came last. With the ground cloth still damp, I thought it a good idea to let it dry out, while I checked to see if the proprietor was back. She was.

She showed me several items that could be heated up to eat. I chose pizza. And 3 milks. And coffee. Aah.

On the road, it was exactly like yesterday afternoon. Hill after hill, but finally the town of Jordan. This town had  lost power last Friday, the same night of the thunderstorm and hail when I was camping in Augusta. Jordan was without power for over 3 days. Fortunately, they have it now.

The motel allowed me to check in early, thankfully. I walked through the town, had lunch, picked up supplies, and finally, to the relief of the townspeople, I showered. 

How can some bicycler tourers go for days without bathing? Yuck. Getting the accumulated dirt and sweat off feels so much better.

Tomorrow is the next new challenge. 68 miles of the same grind: hill after hill after hill. Very sparce amenities, so I will have to carry lunch. It is supposed to be hot. What is there to look forward to? Its completion.

The good news for today, besides the fact that it was only 32 miles, is that I finally passed the 1,000 mile threshhold. It is less than 25% of the way, but it is a tangible landmark, hopefully the first of many.