Overslept this morning. I kept waking up and checking the time on my watch. Unfortunately, I was too sleepy to remember thar my watch is set on Seattle time, not two hours later in Fargo. So when I got up at 4:17, it really was 6:17 here. I had to hustle.

Carl Hendershott, brother of my friend Lee Hendershott,, met me for breakfast, and to see me off.

I had several possible routes to travel to get to Fergus Falls, but decided at the last minute, while riding, to just follow my bicycle map. Let's see, all I have to do is turn left on 60th, cross the bridge, and I'll be in Minnesota. There is 58th. There is 62nd. What happened to 60th? Apparently, it doesn't become 60th until I get into Minnesota. In North Dakota, it is 52nd. I had flagged down a local bicycler to find that out. I don't know if it is more surprising that the streets are numbered differently, or that I asked for directions. 

Minnesota was as flat as could be here. Cultivated crops were everywhere in various stages of growth. A bicycler came up next to me to find out where I was going. I told him Fergus Falls. "Ooh", he said, " There are some hills there." When I chuckled at his warning, he said "Maybe you've already done a few of those."

And the topography did change, and there were some hills, but only a couple with merit. That mears that one or two were of the same caliber as the 65 hills I did on June 18th.

Despite a later than normal start, I got into Fergus Falls a little after 5 PM. But where on earth is my motel? I got directions, but they were not right. So I asked another local, followed his directions, and ended up exactly where I came into town. The third time is a charm, and by 6:15 PM, I pulled into the motel. Checking my odometer, it was an 88 mile day.

Tomorrow should be interesting. Once I leave Fergus Falls, I will be on a paved bicycle trail the entire 70 mile stretch to Sauk Centre, my destination. I look forward to the experience.

Blessings you you all.