My bike wasn't running right. Wouldn't coast down hill, even had to pedal down hill. Made a terrible noise. Impossible to pedal up hill. I stopped and lubed the chain and every other moving part. A bit better but still had the noise and when I stopped pedaling the bike came to an immediate stop. Eventually I unloaded the bike and found the noise. The rear fender was out of the strut and riding on the tire acting as a brake. It took a long time to find this problem that sounds so obvious. It was covered up by the saddle bags.

I planned to ride only 4 to 5 hours a day. After 11 hours riding on the first day I was stuck for a place to stay as it was getting dark. My plans to stop at a campground went awry as the camp was closed. Little town after little town but no motels. It is dark at 7PM. At 6:30 I passed a church with people coming out of a secondary building by a large church.

There was a huge church. There were two long building, an office and Sunday School facilities building and a fellowship building. In between those latter buildings was a beautiful court. I camped close to the rear of the front building--out of sight of the street. I cable locked my trike to a post of the overhang of the front building. It has been awhile since I slept on the ground but my gear is the best and I slept well.

I stayed in the tent and enjoyed the beautiful sound as long as my bladder allowedl When I unzipped the front flap and crawled out I got drenched. I mean an in the face soaking--from the churches sprinkling system. Boo Boo Hoo! If my brother Henry were alive and heard that story without hesitation he would say, "What a dummy".
There were construction people working on the church. One man, Rick Goodwater, was a horse camper and most interested in what I was doing. We had a several good conversations. I gifted him a lot of gear as I lightened my load. He explained he only had $10 but he insisted I take it or he could not accept the gear. I did. He said he'd send some money to the Easton UMC. Have a good one, Rick. You're my kind of people.
Good oatmeal breakfast with coffee and off to the mountains.
God bless!
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