After a very peaceful night along the Tippecanoe river, minus chasing away some awfully brave raccoons, we packed up and hit the road, classically late, with the plans of a 75 mile day to Monroeville, IN. Monroeville is a very bicycle friendly town which offers a complimentary shelter, showers, and laundry to all touring cyclists. Later in the evening, upon arriving in town, we discovered the "harvest festival" in full swing complete with food, a demolition derby, and an opera singer attempting to be heard over the deafening noise of jalopies driving around in a figure eight and smashing in to each other. Warren, who's in his late 70's and one of the nicest guys in the world, showed us around while other nice townsfolk fed us ice cream sundaes and carmel popcorn. After eating, hanging around, and watching the demo derby for hours we headed back to our little shelter to crash, sometime past midnight, with the derby still in full swing. What an exhausting and eventful day!
The following day we left our Eastward route and pedaled 60 miles North to take some time off the bikes and visit family and friends. The days ride, which included a small town parade and blackberry picking, was very enjoyable. It was also pretty surreal riding through the small population 900 town where I grew up after having cycled 3,600 miles all the way from Oregon.
Since then we've spent the last five days enjoying some non ride time hanging with family and friends. Tomorrow we head up to Michigan to spend six more days visiting family....then we shall push off fully refreshed and rested for the last 1,200 miles of our trip....
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