Our first border crossing

Sleeping on the ground after biking almost 60 miles is like being on drugs.  You keep getting knocked out of your dream state of sleep because you are extremely uncomfortable and the sounds of the forest are actually pretty loud with no walls to stifle them. For example, last night a wind blew over a full grown tree in the woods. It sounded like a building being demoslished as it took out the branches of other trees. Roy, during some weird dream, smacked Brady in the face in the middle of the night.  By 6:30 a.m. someone was chainsawing the tree apart because it must have fallen over the road. All this happened with the background noise of the rain pitter-pattering against our tents.

So we started the day a little later than we wanted but we were out of the beautiful little mosquito dungeon on the Apple River by 10:15. We had good cloud cover as made our way over the country roads bordered by ditches of poison ivy. Everything is lush and green and surprised deer bound from the tall grass as we bicycle along.  

The terrain became more hilly as we approached the St. Croix river valley.  We made our way through paper towns and small villages and by many hobby-farms with small gardens and barking dogs.  

After crossing the St. Croix we took the obligatory "omg we're in a new state" pictures with the welcome sign. For supper we ate at the Shafer Saloon during happy hour. Domestic 16 oz. beers for 1$ and craft of the same size for 2$. Great meal.

For the night we're camping on North Center Lake at Hillcrest RV park. The lake water is cool and the mosquitos are docile compared to last night. Overall a good evening.

weird dreams noisy saw

dead mosquitos on tent floor

we flee on two wheels

Miles logged: 49

Overall: 105