"That's the most foul, cruel, bad-tempered rodent you've ever set eyes on."

Lake Wobegon Bike Trail (yes, from Garrison Keeler) was today's route and will continue to be so tomorrow. After a few miles on the road, Matt, Josh and I hopped onto the trail that stretches over one hundred miles on our route. It used to be part of an old railroad line and there's towns every eight or so miles. The reason being was for the old steam railroads that supposedly required water after short distances. So, we passed through a multitude of old railroad towns.

We met another cyclist named Mike that was a pleasure to converse with.

Matt got off in the town of Albany while Josh and I ventured onward toward Melrose, where we may or not have indulged in a little trouble. 

Sweet lord in heaven, I set a new record with today's buffet. At the price of $8, I probably consumed over $25 in food. My stomach swelled to twice its size and I was on the verge of spilling my guts. To The Cornerstone Buffet & Restaurant:Thank you for your wonderful waittress, Rosanne, and her delightful smile. Thank you for your amazing smoorgusborg of edibles. I am truly sorry for causing you to lose a profit.

Josh and I left and bought a pint of whiskey. We figured

A. "What the hell, we're on bikes." 

B. "What the hell, we're on a bike trail."

And C. "What the hell?"

It definitely spiced up the final fifty miles to the town of Garfield.

Speeding by on the path, I only saw her face for a second or two. Her eyes squinted with a soft smile that traced up her delicate facial features. She was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.