Oh the Places We Sleep

Sometimes, a bike ride is just a bike ride, to paraphrase Gertrude Stein (and Sigmund Freud). Today, we covered an uneventful 57 miles, crossed the bridge over the Red River into Moorhead, Minnesota, and found the home of our Warmshowers hostess Terri Verkuilen. Our quiet day couldn't have lasted more than ten minutes, though, when the heavens opened up. Thunder and lightning, and flooded streets ... the bike gods had gotten us to shelter just in time!

Inside, we found hospitality, bedrooms, real beds, hot showers, a dog, and even a couch where the boys could curl up in front of a good SciFi movie.

We have been camping some nights, and on other nights, receiving various types of hospitality from local American Legion chapters.

For example, in Napoleon, we stayed with the Legion Commander, and the next morning had a good breakfast before rolling out of town.

The next night, we stayed at the high school in Enderlin, North Dakota. That meant sleeping on the floor ... the boys in the multi-media room, me in the home economics room, and Pat in a classroom. But the 100 mile ride that day didn't deter the boys from working out in the school's weight room.

On another night, the American Legion very kindly put us up in a hotel that included a water park! We could not get to sleep until after the park closed at 10 pm, but nobody complained.

Whether we are holed up in a high school ...

... or in a tent ...

We are grateful for all of the memories.