Almost to ToledoAlmost to Toledo
After breakfast this morning, I packed up my things and was eager to hit the road. I said goodbye to 'Becca and went to church at the UU church southwest of town. The congregation was not particularly welcoming during the coffee hour, but as soon as I was out in the parking lot with my rig they had a thousand questions. Fortunately it takes me a long time to put on my sunblock.
I headed south with every intention of making it a short day, but knowing that campgrounds -- near or far -- would probably be full for the holiday weekend. As it turned out, there was one campground in the bunch that had openings for tents. When I got there, I found the place mobbed with kids and their parents and RVs and disposable crap, and I found that a "primitive" site would cost me $27. I declined.
I kept riding until the sun was a hand's width above the horizon -- 7:00? -- and then stopped at a likely looking house to ask the elderly residents if they knew anyplace I could camp "without bothering anyone." They said no, and I dropped the subject, but I asked if they could fill my water bottle, suspecting that between the two of them they'd change their minds. Sure enough, as I was pulling out of the driveway the man called me back and said I could camp in a back corner of the lot. Hooray: free campsite! [note: unfortunately, 5 years later I don't remember any details about this couple or their hospitality.]
I'm still an hour or two north of the Ohio border, but I should easily make Bowling Green tomorrow and possibly Fridley.
Total distance: 41.71 mi
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