Beautiful riding day, but had to make it short cause the next 48 miles are really hilly. Already used one bar and some energy. Sounded like too hard of a ride to push it. Plus, I started late knowing I prob couldn’t go all the way to Lovell. That would have been an even longer day than yesterday. And, there is NOTHING between here and Lovell. Tomorrow’s another day.

There’s one motel in town and a crappy campground. Thunderstorms moved through, so glad I chose not to camp in the mud. However, I could never get a hold of the motel owner. Sign on the door said, “Call a number.” I did 14 times, and no one ever called me back. I waited 7 hours for someone to show up. At least I had cover from the rain. Then a power Company worker, Justin, showed up and said he had a key to a room. He had prearranged it last week. I left one message saying I would pitch my tent under the motel canopy if the owner didn’t show up by a certain time. But then I was having second tho’ts. What if I got murdered in the middle of the night, or a cop came and chased me away. This motel sits right on main street, set back a teeny bit, but, very exposed. I really didn’t want to go to that campground. So I told Justin I’d feel lots safer now that he was here, and I’d pitch my tent two doors down under the canopy. He even parked his truck to hide me a bit. Nice fella in his late 30’s, early40’s. Offered his microwave, which I don’t need. I feel more safe now, and I’ll be dry.

Stupid motel owner. He should have left a note if he wasn’t available. How do people run busi esses like that. He lost more than just my room.

So I’m all cozy in my tent, and Eby is tied to a motel pillar. All is well. Once again, people helped me; this time, I needed it.