Really, the wind wasn't terrible today. However, my tush had several things to say about my saddle. Mainly, "STOP $:35?"& GETTING UP IN MY GRILL RAAAAWRRRR!" ...It hurts.
It Johnstown, I stopped at the post office, laid on the ground for a few minutes, and mailed a post card. The postmaster came out and gave me a cookie. Life is good. Also, I'm in love.
I had hoped to possibly make it to Atkinson, but I shamelessly gave up here in Bassett, where I've happily pitched my tent under some trees in the fairgrounds, and am looking forward to a free shower and being lulled to sleep by the sounds of a cattle-roping show. Hopefully I'll be up and on my way early tomorrow morning.