Another windy day west on highway 94. Road construction for a good portion of it. It was a nice change to have to weave in and out of the coned areas. For a few hours, it felt like an obstacle course, and I was just hoping that a tire wouldn’t blow. I initiated many high fives with the construction workers along the way. A few seemed excited to see us. About mid morning we stopped to chat it up with a couple that were cycling around the world. They were from Switzerland and had already been on the road for 14 months. They were on their last stretch to New York, where they would fly into Europe and bike home. I was wide eyed and very impressed with their journey. It is always nice to bump into like-minded souls. We told them about a campground in Fargo and wished them well on their trek. We pushed on into West Fargo, where we left a sweet interstate shoulder and were dumped onto 10 that ran directly through the city. Traffic lights, congestion and many stop and go streets caused me to jolt back into cautious city biking. We stopped at a local donut shop and had coffee and a donut. I was so thrilled to have made it to Fargo. We had been hoping to be able to see Matt’s aunt Mary and Uncle Jim before they left for California on the 15th, but knew the mileage it would take to get there. Now with us having biked over 200 miles in 2 days, it was possible. THANK YOU WESTERLY WIND GODS! We ended up biking past the city park and getting another motel room just before the rain started to fall. After showers and salad from a gas station we were settled in for a dry night’s sleep out of the wind. News of presidential candidates, gun shots, and protests buzzed from the t.v. filling my ears as I drifted off.
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