The statistics today were 91 miles with a grand total of
190 feet net elevation gain. This country is FLAT.
Before I left home, while I was generating my route maps with my
mapping software program, I noticed that it looked like our route
would pass within less than a mile of the northwest corner of
Texas. Sure enough, when I zoomed in on the computer screen I
could see the highway came within a few hundred yards.
I carefully measured the distance from the last intersection and
noted it on the map.
Today we found what we thought was the correct
unmarked dirt road and went down it a ways until we judged we
must in Texas. We flagged down some guys in a pickup truck who
said, "Yup that's Texas on the other side of the fence." So we
rode until we came to a gate, went through and took each other's
picture. Another state for our collection!
The lady in the
little coffee shop in Felt OK was surprised to have cyclists from
California and New York City coming all the way to visit her
little town. Another pair of cycle tourists had passed through a
few days before, going from Alaska to Florida.
Tonight we're in Boise City. It's pronounced "boys".