I felt good on the bike and didn't have any serious problems with the extra weight or rolling hills we had today. However, my backside has gone from a little tender, to sore, to fully tenderized in the last 3 days. It's a good thing that tomorrow is a rest day and it can get a break from the saddle. This is nothing unexpected but is definitely not a fun part of the trip!
We woke up to another cold morning - it was 55. It was cold enough there was fog coming off the lake this morning. We made quick work of packing up since we knew we had over 60 miles today and wanted to get on the road a little earlier. We said goodbye to Dave and Elie, and our great support van. I think it took at least 10 miles for me to get feeling in all my fingers and toes. I'm going to have to find a pair of gloves on my rest day tomorrow. I'm sure there will be more cold mornings to come.
We had more bike paths to start the day, and then another bike path around Lake Muskegon. It was a good way to start the day. We planned to stop for second breakfast in Muskegon, which was about 30 miles into the ride. About 10 miles before that we went by a church having a blueberry festival complete with blueberry pancakes. We stopped but the line was really long and we decided we didn't want to wait that long. I'm sure they would have been good! So into Muskegon we went.
Michigan State Parks have a policy that they will find a spot for hikers or bikers that arrive, even if they are full. We are staying at the Holland State Park and used the "no refusal policy" today. We have a nice little wooded area between two campsites and have settled in.
We walked to a little restaurant at the park entrance for dinner. That was the best burger and tater tots I've ever had! Okay - probably not. But food and drinks just always seem to taste better after a day of riding. One of the joys of a trip like this!







Great pics! So jealous of those wonderful bike paths. Thanks for taking the time to share your adventure and pain :) with us. (I can relate to a sore bum.) Small towns, friendly people, and diners are the forgotten joys of traveling cross country. Enjoy and may the tailwinds follow your journey.
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According to my sister, we always have a tailwind. It's just sometimes in our face!
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