Sunday, June 23rd Day 7 86 k or


A typical bike lane through a small town.






Well, after thirty something miles I got my pants caught on one of the panniers, lost the bike, it toppled over away from me, pulling off balance and down past the bike, down to a muddy watered creek-culvert. I stumbled down and at the last second managed to lunge over the water and land face first in the soggy flowers and grass on the other side. Al laughed so hard he nearly wet himself. Luckily for me, it happened so quickly he had no time to film me. Nothing hurt but my pride.