The ride this morning was on a quiet road, with bubbling brooks and wildflowers. I love to write, but this is one of those times when pictures are far better than words.

The ride this afternoon was hard. It started when I stood still to take a picture, and my bike fell out from under me. The front gear caught my leg, in impressive ways. I cleaned my leg up, had lunch, and cycled on.

The hills continued, and when we went through a small town, the bank clock said it was 98 degrees. Hard hills and high temps wore me down. Sometimes, I stop and just slump over my handlebars to rest. In a week or two, my body should get back in shape, looking forward to it. For now, I’m looking forward to some sleep.

Here’s where we camped.