The Bensons woke up early along with me and prepared a nice breakfast to help fuel my day. I once again packed, showered, and said my goodbyes. I thanked them for their kindness and hit the road. The skies were clear and the winds low, so I was hopeful once more.
Things went smoothly for the first hour or so, as I cruised along in the morning chill, but sadly it didnt last. The winds soon picked up once more, though they werent as severe as yesterday. The stunted ny progress regardless, and I quickly became frustrated; my patience had been eroded by multiple days of bad weather. With my plans to make up lost time once more in jeopordy, I was pretty upset. I crawled my way through many KM of empty springtime fields, eventually stopping in a small town called Float Lake for a burger at a diner. The service was slow, but the was food tasty and plentiful for the price. It was already 1:30 and I was only halfway to my goal. I was facing an extremely late finish, or being forced to capitulate my goals once more.
But to my relief, the winds finally began to subside around 2:30, and I began to clock distance at a more reasonable pace. I would still arrive around 6 or 7, but it became possible to keep my schedule. So that is how I proceeded, leap frogging from small town to small town for another 5 hours, mentally willing myslef onward past the point of exhaustion.
I finally reached my campground 13 hours and 181 KM after I began. I was wickedly exhausted, and I ate the equivalent of two full road meals, but I survived, and I deserve to pat myself on the back for that. I am proud of myself for perservering.
There is a strike among railway workers right now, and the trains have been noticibly absent lately.
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