Yesterday was not the best day of the trek. Struggling up a hill to Osage I had stopped to rest. An elderly man, KC, stopped in his truck to give me a ride. In Osage, I jumped out, got my bike, and KC drove off. With my helmet! Osage is small with nowhere to buy a helmet. So I sat beside a Casey's hoping KC WOULD drive by and sure enough he did. I had retreived my helmet.
I was hoping then to mqake it to Council Grove but hill after hill convinced me to stop in Allen. A small small town but with a post office. A lady was leaving. I asked her she was the postmaster and if she knew where I could pitch a tent. She offered me a room in her and her husvand's house.
Janet and Guy Hirt are kind and generous people. Guy served me beers while Janet cooked steak on an outdoor fire. I showered, ate, had great company, and slept well.
Thus the beautiful ride this morning. Kansas is good
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