August 2 Thursday Day 63 Harrisville State Park 80 miles 7:03
A long day. Breakfast at an old-timey cafe. Should I be ashamed for having a vanilla milkshake for breakfast.
We made a detour to enjoy Presque Isle. Unfortunately, the view is the same as elsewhere - scrubby little trees screening the lake.
Dedicated readers may recall that we met Fred Werda riding west just as we crossed the Mississippi (July 18). We stopped at Alpena to deliver greetings to his hometown bike shop. Michele had her handlebars retaped. The owner expressed the opinion that we would have to walk the bikes up the hills leading to Harrisville. I guess he hasn`t seen Montana.
Roy had the fourth flat right after lunch just as we crossed the 45th Parallel going south. He had another on the same wheel some miles later. One is forced to suspect operator error on the repair.
Another difficult night. Teenagers in the next site partied until Michele got up and told them to shut up.