Franklinton Police station backyard

 Cold, damp night, low 40s, cold cloudy morning, cold riding. With enough clothes on to stay warm it was hard to regulate sweating, since we are now in undulating hill country. No flood plain flats, though we crossed lots of rivers today. Not really steep hills but ups and downs add up, though no real wind today. A lot of blown down trees and a few smashed houses from a recent storm or tornado littered the side of the road for a while. 74 miles, felt pretty good, a few silly dogs to race, dairy cows to admire, and then this roadkill: prime boar. I apologize if this is too gruesome but it was the most impressive thing I witnessed today.


We did ride near Britney Spears home town, Kentwood today. We are camping behind the town police station, with access to showers and wifi and nice lawn. A variety of police vehicles share the space with our van, and a dog just wandered by, but not a police dog apparently as we chased it away from our tents.



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