Monday's ride took us through Nicodemus, where I took the requisite historical marker shot:
Late in the ride, we stopped at Alton, lured by these promises:
At this point in the ride, we've seen many examples of how the small towns are really coming out to greet and treat us cyclers. I suppose the folks in these towns find greater (financial) attraction towards 800 cyclers than they do 250 or 300 cyclers.
Works for me!
I think that Osborne is the town where we saw conflicting temperature readings on bank signs: 94 and 97 -- whatever -- it's all hot.
Dinner in Osborne was at The Huddle, where they make a dandy peanut butter milk shake.
Sure hope this heat breaks a little tomorrow.