Day 16 Dalhart, TX to Guymon, OK 72 miles

Today our luck ran out - headwinds all day. Had to happen sooner (get it?) or later.

Guymon, is a lot like Dalhart, which is to say a place you pass through on the way to somewhere else. The grain elevator dominates the skyline. The people, though, are friendly. The big trucks move over in the left lane when they can so as to give us plenty of room. The guys putting up new fence wave as we go by. We do get some looks when we go into a convenience store for whatever. With our helmets, shoes with cleats, gloves, carrying water on our backs we look pretty alien. The girl making my sub sandwich asked where y'all goin'? I said "Boston". She said, " Wow, that's crazy". I said, "Yep, sure is".

Thought you might like to see what some of the other people look like. This was last night at dinner. On the left are Doug and Colin from the UK. Next to Colin is Dan, the cardiologist from Wisconsin. Next to Dan is Bill from Seattle. He manages a mutual fund. At the end is Craig, the guy who talked me into this. You can't see Geoff. And on right is Harold who I think made a lot of money on Wall Street as a commodities trader.

I liked Old Dick's joke about beer. I think I'll tell it to Ann and see if she tries to kill me.

Tomorrow we have an easy day - late start, 39 miles. I think that's because we're going nine days straight before the next rest day which, if the wind don't blow, will be in Abilene, KS.