We rode almost eighty miles to Johnson’s Shut-Ins over hills as steep as 12 percent. Shannon is going to leave early to pick up mail in Farmington tomorrow, and we might meet up with him there. Shannon’s buddy Glenn is rolling on to Chester. It’s been nice having some company.
Yesterday we stayed in the park in Summerville. Glenn rolled in late. He had ridden ninety miles over difficult Ozark terrain, and had been chased by a few dogs. Most of the dogs out here chase bicycles because dogs like to chase things; a few have shown an interest in biting us, however. As we head east from here, the leashes become more scarce. I bought some pepper spray, an item that every westbound rider has used at least once.